Animais / Animals

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On the roof of the Archaeology Museum ( www.ipernity.com/doc/armando.taborda/1244714 )

Man is the ape towards God. /// L'Homme c'est le singe en route de Dieu. /// O Homem é o macaco a caminho de Deus. by Armando TABORDA, in "SONHOGRAFIAS", Universitária Editora, 2000 (photograph taken from Internet; edited by Armando TABORDA) (photo 1st edition, 2009; 2nd edition, 2016; 3rd edition, 2019))

Survive in the amazing imobility of this lunch where adventure has no place at table. /// Survivre dans l'hallucinant immobilité de ce déjeuner où l'aventure n'a pas place à la table. /// Sobreviver na alucinante imobilidade deste almoço onde a aventura não tem lugar à mesa. by Armando TABORDA, in "MANUAL DO DESPERDÍCIO", Ceres Editora, 1994 (photo taken from Internet; edited by Armando TABORDA) (1st edition, 2009; 2nd edition, 2016; 3rd edition, 2018)

......................................................... You can't depend on your family You can't depend on your friends You can't depend on a beginning You can't depend on an end You can't depend on intelligence You can't depend on God You can only depend on one thing You need a busload of faith to get by ............................................................. Extract from the poem "Busload of Faith", in "Pass Thru Fire, The Collected Lyrics", by LOU REED (photo taken from Internet; edited by Armando TABORDA) (photo 1st edition, 2009; 2nd edition, 2016)

WHEN WE SEE NO CARE TAKEN OF INDIVIDUAL LIVES? ....................................................................................................... Are God and Nature then at strife, That nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life. . . by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON

I allowed a small song to nestle between my breasts. It was furtive, a ground squirrel ocasionally checking the wind. I thought it could not grow on wine and despair. It didn't. On the one sunny day in a rainy month, it basked. It took on colour: peacock blue shimmering like sunlit sea. I feared it would strut. I watched it fly forth afraid of no one but me. /// "CANÇÃO UM ANO APÓS A MORTE DE MINHA MÃE" Autorizei que uma pequena canção nidificasse entre os meus seios. Um esquilo, furtivo, ocasionalmente a controlar o vento. Pensei que não pudesse crescer de vinho e desespero. Mas não. Num dia de sol dum mês chuvoso, estendeu-se ao sol. Assumiu a cor: pavão azul brilhando como o mar iluminado pelo sol. Temi que pudesse desequilibrar-se. Vi-o voar em força sem medo de ninguém excepto de mim. by Carrie ETTER (b.1969), American poet, in "The POETRY REVIEW", Volume 104:2, Summer 2014 (Portuguese translated by Armando TABORDA, 2017) (1st edition, 2014; 2nd edition, 2017)

by Armando TABORDA, in "SonhoGrafias", Universitária Editora, 2000 (photograph taken from Internet; edted by Armando TABORDA)