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I recover the remaining joy of the past days familiar and repeated embrace I hear the Keith Jarrett music at the Blue Note themes' variations written on the stave melancholy's impromptus for future days. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TA…
6 days ago / 1 319 visits / 14 comments / 8 people like
We are fascinated by the text cause it uses and abuses of lying words over which we walk in our insomnia's track. The word is an artifice and the text a light beam that sometimes burn and engrave the brief moment by fire while we feel the things absence the insomnia ever the fear of seein…
13 days ago / 1 525 visits / 12 comments / 8 people like
The Michelin Guide classifies this beach as one of the 100 most beautiful in the whole world. The small sandy area close to Lagoa is still free from the crowd's invasion due to the fact it's sheltered by an high cliff. The pedestrian access is not easy (mostly in the way-back) but florid. The sea wa…
3 weeks ago / 5 196 visits / 2 comments / 3 people like
I want to remember the colours of my grey dream and the geography of valleys and mountains rivers and deserts seas and oceans but my subconscious only draws decadent cities yes those are very tangible crumbled in the blood that flows through the building facades till being the heaped and shapeless p…
4 weeks ago / 382 visits / 2 comments / 1 person likes
Might be today the unconscious stream of words on the piece of paper. The text generates itself awakes in the day's routine adjusts to repeated acts which push the poet into the street. Words line up grammatically arranged the expresso at the counter of the corner's coffee shop formats t…
5 weeks ago / 1 219 visits / 15 comments / 9 people like
the swimming pool and the sea are at a dive distance and the insidious wave of heat covers our skin as if it was sweat in the beach blind from bright light deaf by salt crystals in the ears and dumb by so many people amazement knees in water and my back to the India sea route astonished I behold bui…
6 weeks ago / 466 visits / 6 comments / 4 people like
In some poets I read redundant and no-meaning metaphors they want to lie more than usually pretend. For me the clarity of the text is the one of clean running water through the municipal distribution network that just washes the bodies out of bed and kills the thirst of night-owls and dreamers.…
7 weeks ago / 394 visits / 6 comments / 4 people like
The body knows its requirements if the mind rapes it gets sick or suffers falls asleep or dies and the confused soul gets lost. O corpo sabe o que precisa se o pensamento o viola fica doente ou sofre adormece ou morre e a alma confusa perde-se. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS AP…
2 months ago / 941 visits / 17 comments / 8 people like
Rapidly I forget the whispers of love and the bettersweet scent of entangled bodies sex more and more I assume the sensual music from the text I compose night away wraped by lavender aroma coming out of the chest where I keep my sheets. Rapidamente esqueço os sussurros do amor e o cheiro agridoce…
2 months ago / 281 visits / 2 comments / 2 people like
It doesn't matter to be at the center of Terreiro do Paço the Trafalgar Square or Times Square or Sinai surrounded by deserts I'm distressed by the specie's extinction and indifferent to the rise of others new survivors where I assumed it was impossible incredulous I look around and I find myself lo…
2 months ago / 283 visits / 4 comments / 2 people like
We are clandestine travellers inadvertently embarked into the terrestrial spaceship dreaming of a better destiny which uncertainly is another energy's form degraded in the space. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TABORDA, in "SINFONIA EM D…
3 months ago / 908 visits / 1 comment / 1 person likes
Suddenly by mid-morning I imagine and want you irremediably. The space separating us is from memory falling asleep to forget you by mid-morning. Coming up light into concentric circles egocentric of sun vibrate lubricious specters into my eyes. To dawn on you to draw on you to grow dark on you cland…
3 months ago / 659 visits / 6 comments / 2 people like
God has created the Universe the Universe has created Man Man has created the Machine the Universe expands itself infinitely and ignores God Man and the Machine Deus criou o Universo o Universo criou o Homem o Homem criou a Máquina o Universo expande-se infinitamente e ignora Deus o Homem e a Máqu…
3 months ago / 418 visits / 10 comments / 4 people like
(50 years later) To read the original Portuguese version click on the picture To read the English version click on www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/59 512 where this same text was firstly edited Illustration by Fernando Grade by Armando TABORDA, in "VIOLA DELTA", Volume XLVII, Mic Editors &…
4 months ago / 783 visits / 3 comments / 3 people like
Velvet time no sun neither rain nor wind the night humidity weeps grass more green now against the grey day nearby under my glance my private landscape. Tempo de veludo sem sol nem chuva nem vento a humidade da noite chora relva agora mais verde contra o dia cinzento a meus pés sob o meu olhar m…
4 months ago / 605 visits / 4 comments / 5 people like