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Everything starts in the mouth the weeping the speech the nourishment the love the hatred the pain and also the last breath. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TABORDA, in "SINFONIA EM DOR MENOR", Edição Escola de Mar, 2007 Illustration by Carlos ALEX…

The silence I talk about is not human only the astronauts know the wonder of the perfect abyss the solitude without fear the multidimensional mystery. O silêncio de que falo não é humano só os astronautas sabem do fascínio do abismo perfeito da solidão sem medo do pluridimensional mistério. by Armando TABORDA, i n "MANUAL DO DESPERDÍCIO", Ceres Editora, 1994 (post 1st edition, 2011; 2nd edi…

There is no shore to forsaken dreams rusty all along the transatlantic life intergalactic after death towards whatever the infinite is surely the sodium chloride other mineral salts and dust rot in the sand tides wash and carry them into deep waters abyss where life is reborn Não há margem para sonhos abandonados ferrugentos ao longo da viagem transatlântica da vida intergaláctica após a morte para onde quer que seja o infinito em concreto o cloreto de sódio outros sais m…

No land in sight I hear the rain falling on the roof but cause I didn't foresee the overflows plaguing the world my solitude is singing like a canary in a cage waiting for the Deluge /// Sem terra à vista ouço a chuva a cair no telhado mas porque não previ as inundações que assolam o mundo a minha solidão canta como um canário na gaiola à espera do Dilúvio by Armando TABORDA, 2014 (1st edition, 2014; 2nd edition 2018)

Sun emotional appeal to my daily wit diaphanous clarity that slowly gets away by nightfall and leaves the mystery of life so intense and present that I stay static astonished by my compelling shadow of light. Sol emoção que me concentra a atenção do dia diáfana claridade que ao fim da tarde lentamente foge e deixa o mistério da vida tão presente e intenso que fico estático perplexo em minha envolvente sombra de luz. by Ar…

1 If one of these days you see me crying be sure I celebrate all I didn't suffer. 2 Burnt cigarette dying melody certainty all is good quickly dissolves. In daily paper "Diário Popular", literary supplement "Juvenil", 1958 (I was 16 years old) (1st edition, 2010; 2nd edition…

"life is a cross", it's said, but not everyone carries it. there is a lot of cheating, for example, pretending not to see or have it, nailing it on the back of an unwary innocent, setting it on the high altar or at the church facade. "a vida é uma cruz", diz-se, mas nem todos a carregam. há para aí muita batota, por exemplo, fingindo não a ver ou ter, pregando-a nas costas dum incauto inocente, fixando-a no altar-mór ou na fachada da igreja. by Armando TABORDA, 2017 (post…

Nothing justifies our destiny of shadows neither fire nor flame or ember we just burn sparks jumping out the fire crackle for instants and scintillate in the smoke that extinguishes them. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) by Armando TABORDA, in "SINFONIA EM DOR MENOR", Edição Escola de Mar, 2007 (1st e…

"Lisboa, Av. da Liberdade", by Carlos Alexandre (represented at the Art Gallery / Espaço AmArte), oil on canvas The drawing comes up easily. Very urban! And also from waters, fogs, travels, musics, dreams, events passing by the city. What is fascinating in the Carlos Alexandre painting is the movement, the indefinite shape's outline looking for its own perspective and place in the suddenly captured image. It is not easy to paint like that, underneath a sky of blue rectangles, running over b…

Nun ist es wieder soweit - mein Weg führt mich wieder gen Süden - wie J.W.v. Goethe bereits das Land besang: Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn, Im dunklen Laub die Goldorangen glühn, Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht, Die Myrte still und hoch der Lorbeer steht? Kennst du es wohl? Dahin, dahin Möcht ich mit dir, o mein Geliebter, ziehn! Kennst du das Haus? Auf Säulen ruht sein Dach. Es glänzt der Saal, es schimmert das Gemach, Und Marmorbilder stehn und sehn mich an:…

The obsessions of Nick Cave are also mine God Love Death persistently walk around my day's memory under the rhythm of music listen in the 9th floor of a building at Republic Avenue from where sirens sound any time as if in the city there only were wounded moribund and dead persons in the way through any shortcut to the life's cemetery. Indifferent sun protects me from sad…

From home I see a bit of sky sometimes there are too many grey clouds so the blue changes into the colour of my deadlock light chains me against the wall sequins fall down the sky illuminating my night cocaine I hope till morning with a bit of blue sky behind bars of my jail. De minha casa vejo um pouco de céu às vezes há tantas nuvens cinzentas que o azul fica da cor do meu beco sem saída a luz acorrenta-me à parede lantejoulas caem do tecto iluminando mi…