Armando Taborda's photos

In full Anthropocene, let there be someone capable to deduce the Destruction Theory, through the artificial selection of the humanity, with all his wars and risky behavior against the planet balance

I asked my guardian angel to make himself known and sit by my side he said no cause his wings were shrunken from the cold and rain and he was deeply depressed so rather preferred to be alone /// pedi ao meu anjo da guarda para se dar a conhecer e sentar-se ao meu lado disse que não por ter as asas encolhidas do frio e chuva e estar profundamente deprimido preferia ficar só by Armando TABORDA, 2026 (photograph, "The Wings of the Angel", my title upon a sculpture detail, in terracotta, by Antonieta ROQUE GAMEIRO)

the dizzying look of passers-by under the splendour of "condoms" still hanging from the Uruguay Av trees

it is imperative that poets leave the shelves where they are buried and come to the streets to proclaim the bliss of life that everyone ears and nobody cares about History is made of bloody repetitions and useless sacrifices hunger and death pour out on the civilization decay on the Internet everything boils out to a déjà vu the surreptitious AI adds some fascination to human incapacity the Anthropocene will end on Doomsday nothing to do not even hope has a place to die only poets keep proclaiming until the end that everything could be different but no one listens to them and leaves them on shelves until they crumble and dust gravitates in the universal dictatorship /// é imperioso que os poetas deixem as estantes onde se sepultam e venham para a rua apregoar a bonança da vida que todos ouvem e ninguém cuida a História é feita de repetições sangrentas e sacrifícios inúteis a fome e a morte derramam-se na decadência da civilização a Internet tudo reduz a um interlúdio já visto a sub-reptícia IA dá algum fascínio à incapacidade humana a Terra está prestes a suicidar-se o Antropoceno terminará no Dia do Juízo Final nada a fazer nem a esperança tem onde morrer só os poetas continuam a proclamar até ao fim que tudo poderia ser diferente mas ninguém os ouve e deixa-os esquecidos nas estantes até que se desmoronem e o pó gravite na ditadura universal by Armando TABORDA, 2026

sculpture by Antonieta ROQUE GAMEIRO, terracotta

saying by William SHAKESPEARE, on "Much Ado About Nothing"