Premature aging in times of imposed generosity while the sweat flows off from the axillas to be strangled by the broad belt in a salty spot white as a glide thought dying stain at the combat uniform. Velhice prematura no tempo da generosidade imposta quando o suor escorre das axilas até onde…
4 days ago / 623 visits / 1 comment / 2 people like
I walk along the wall and do not know if I arrive at the end of the road or if I am on the threshold between reality and dream but I know that on the other side lives the unimaginative entity without uncertainties protected from me and the world. Passeio ao longo do muro e não sei se chego ao fim…
12 days ago / 267 visits / 5 comments / 3 people like
Human waste supple like water foam on the barracks' wall until it tumbles in tears splinters of cement and lime dust we interweave in our hands. Desperdício humano dúctil como espuma de água no muro do quartel até ruir em lágrimas estilhaços de cimento e cal pó que entretecemos nas mãos.…
2 weeks ago / 1 014 visits / 6 comments / 4 people like
Wtiting flows slower and slower through the bottlenecks of my atheresclerosis one of these days nor the "h" of my ashes has any use A escrita flui cada vez mais lenta pelos estrangulamentos de minha ateroesclerose um dia destes nem o ponto no "i" de minhas cinzas se aproveita by Armando TABORDA, 201…
3 weeks ago / 119 visits / 3 comments / 2 people like
A sunray slips down by ruined walls of the house ahead and stupidly also into my thought as there was nothing more important to do in this right moment. Uma réstea de sol desliza nas paredes arruinadas da casa em frente e estupitadamente também no meu pensamento como se nada houvess…
5 weeks ago / 624 visits / 1 comment / 2 people like
From the brief light evanescent of the star's movement I apprehend the beauty of escaping forms that will be lost in darkness and sleep. /// Pela luz breve fugaz do movimento dos astros apreendo a beleza das formas fugitivas que se perdem na sombra e no sono. by Armando TABORDA, in "PAL…
6 weeks ago / 1 434 visits / 11 comments / 5 people like
I get lost in crossed ways complex deflections infinite trails I don't go back nor get away from the future of uncertain ways complex fears infinite dreams. Determined I carry on and stumble I fall to the ground and become moribund herald of incoming time my face drowns into the shadow and the sun a…
7 weeks ago / 829 visits / 12 comments / 9 people like
In the way up there is a time for tiredness it's when we stop and look to the way already done from which we can conclude even we climb much more there will be no bigger reach in the life's horizon. Na subida da vertente há lugar para o cansaço é quando se pára e olha para o trajecto já…
2 months ago / 667 visits / 4 comments / 5 people like
GUERNICA White-grey-black-rectangle spectre of Guernica's flight of arms-legs-heads and their morsels in Madrid at the museum I hear the sarcastic bombing of silent comments. (to see / read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) Illustration by Fernando Grade I…
2 months ago / 553 visits / 1 comment / 1 person likes
Awake at dawn lying in the comfort of my bed I hear muted news of the radio alarm inadvertently left connected and insisting on refugee hordes fleeing from fratricidal wars to drown in the Mediterranean or find the cheap labor peace in the host countries Acordado de madrugada deitado no conforto d…
2 months ago / 272 visits / 5 comments / 3 people like
"I'm still too young to write this poem", the author tells us at the very beginning, and I agree and affirm, for her comfort, that no one is the right age to write, because writing is untimely; time doesn't even exist, what there is is a bio-chemical phenomen called life, which amazes us all time, a…
2 months ago / 22 visits
It's not always easy to record emotions from life and so poems get lost frequently due to the lack of time in the right moment. ********************* NO TIME NO POEM ********************* Nem sempre é fácil registar emoções da vida e assim se perdem poemas frequentes por falta de…
2 months ago / 577 visits / 6 comments / 3 people like
The stage of life is there it's yours you can dance sing howl recite a poem carry out a comedy drama tragicomedy cry laugh or you can just keep sitting in the audience to envy the other's performance O palco da vida está ali é teu podes dançar cantar uivar recitar um poema encenar um drama comédia…
3 months ago / 374 visits / 10 comments / 4 people like
Thinking pacifies me. Writing tires and bores me. I spend long time ruminating an easy way to say a difficult thing. Successfuly most times - friends tell me! I'm as happy as Archimedes. I leave the great novels to Charles Dickens and Leon Tolstoy and the great poems to great poets. I'm glad with th…
3 months ago / 248 visits / 5 comments / 2 people like
LAND TIRED OF RAIN It's not true my brain´s dullness and I growing old. Land tired of rain sun crop pasture forest fire Man regenerates wild flower heather thicket wind's blow flight of bird forest' sprout. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture)…
3 months ago / 741 visits / 5 comments / 3 people like