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ALL IS FORGOTTEN NOTHING NEW IS HAPPENING UNTIL THE LIGHT GOES OFF FROM MEMORY /// TUDO SE ESQUECE NADA DE NOVO ACONTECE ATÉ QUE A LUZ DA MEMÓRIA SE APAGA by Armando TABORDA, 2013 (post 1st edition, 2013; 2nd edition, 2020)
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Suddenly the anguish of not having you dominates me my eyes look at the illuminated mountain's outline far away till the limit of liquid and mineral reflections where goes my thought towards dream while I smoke my pipe that reminds me many rooms where we made love till the resting bodies clearness i…
9 days ago / 382 visits / 1 comment / 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 houvesse…
2 weeks ago / 552 visits / 1 comment / 2 people like
More and more I write less not all is said but from everything that remains to say nothing justifies the mystery of life Plus ça va moins j'écris non que tout sois déjà dit mais dans ce qu'il reste à dire rien ne justifie le mystére de la vie by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS APAGAM",…
2 weeks ago / 185 visits / 7 comments / 4 people like
Sleepy I get numb over roofs against cracked clouds late sun shines through fans of light awake up buildings planted on streets hurted by cars in constant movement to uncertain destinies certainly a public department an office a coffee shop a commercial center…
3 weeks ago / 537 visits / 8 comments / 5 people like
Provocatively unstable dream comes as a butterfly flight or other ultralight insect that a bit strong breeze throws against the garden's flowers O sonho passa provocadoramente instável tal voo de borboleta ou outro ultra-leve insecto que uma brisa mais forte atire contra as flores do jardim by…
3 weeks ago / 609 visits / 8 comments / 7 people like
When I blink I look into the night and I see the moon in its bright intense move as if there were several overlaying each other in my insomnia's orbit LUAR Quando pestanejo olho para a noite e vejo a lua em movimento de intenso brilho como se fossem várias umas e outras sobrepostas na órbita da min…
4 weeks ago / 23 visits / 9 comments / 3 people like
Drums are beaten far away I don't know who is being executed I imagine myself a sailor without navigated sea hidden in the Jerónimos' crypt cowardly pasted to the stone's columns as they were land to discover deserter in time to sail away not departing criminal. (to read the original…
5 weeks ago / 474 visits / 5 comments / 2 people like
This is my city necessity of a stand an open window for the night the sea' smell turns back by the river among the sewer's nausea. (to read the Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TABORDA, in "SINFONIA EM DOR MENOR" (illustrated by Carlos ALEXANDRE), Edição Escola…
5 weeks ago / 1 171 visits / 9 comments / 6 people like
Feel the hard and hot sun irradiating from the shop window's glasses and coaches parked on all lanes or sidewalks at the Benfica's avenue where I live close to the Park of Monsanto shades on the other side of the building's forest where the halo of passed rains refreshes my memory. Sentir o…
5 weeks ago / 572 visits / 3 comments / 3 people like
The structure could be straight stable death as aim but no nothing will be blood flows in the veins dream at dawn chance with the wind blood dream chance neither God nor Devil maybe love nothing else will be. A estrutura podia ser contínua estável a morte um fim mas não nada ser…
6 weeks ago / 781 visits / 4 comments / 5 people like
The day runs away from me as if it was the night that invades me I don't demand anything from it not even the last light rays kissing my cold face of December in farewell my hands touch the buch of keys while my feet corsetted by shoes leave me at the house door for my escape of the night that invad…
7 weeks ago / 59 visits / 4 comments / 4 people like
If in the moonlight there is hope and in the hope there is fear if I love at moonlight fearful of loving you I feel the moonlight's hope. (to read the original Portuguese version click on the figure) Sun between morning and afternoon ripe fruit in the space alone hot remote without trees…
2 months ago / 685 visits / 4 comments / 3 people like
How many am I in this prolonged summer which die sweat over the deodorant from a while ago where am I in the mirror's image? Generations of men and women pass by me as insects flying against the city's walls. Who am I low flying over the bed's abyss where I lay down without sensuality nor fear…
2 months ago / 641 visits / 7 comments / 5 people like
Sun of west sunset sleeping angers horizon' sentry diving seagulls sails far away believe me the breeze justifies clouds misleading distances. If there will be moonlight our shadow will wave on the cold sea water. Sol de sol posto poente raivas adormecidas sentinela do horizonte g…
2 months ago / 592 visits / 8 comments / 3 people like