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…

7 days ago / 217 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…

3 weeks ago / 228 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…

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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…

5 weeks ago / 590 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…

6 weeks ago / 359 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 &…

8 weeks ago / 712 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…

2 months ago / 551 visits / 4 comments / 5 people like

At sky tracks there is a green light and another red just a little aside and above and I, inside my black spacecraft, between the two, stay without knowing if the journey to eternity is viable or definitely prohibited Nos trilhos do céu há um semáforo verde e outro vermelho mais ao lado logo aci…

2 months ago / 227 visits / 3 comments / 2 people like

Speaking to me addiction while I write to me in comma's solitude hindrances of thought in dots' silence paragraphs of everything weaved in the game of words that we lose cause we repeat things that pressure the blood too much more than veins and the beds where we silently fall asleep don't…

2 months ago / 547 visits / 3 comments / 4 people like

I went to Sintra to look for you I found blue green white red brown yellow flowers very beautiful exotic and endemic plants vegetating on the slopes of alive stone at the Serra of Sintra with you in mind I recognized perfumes shadows light I lost you at sea. Fui a Sintra procurar-te en…

2 months ago / 711 visits / 3 comments / 1 person likes

For a long time I would like to talk to you about a fabulous French artist, Agatha Ukeo, my friend, from my age group but as young as my grandchildren, because her creative mind is airy, colorful, and untimely. She invents characters that seem naïf but they aren't, that resemble comics but they aren…

3 months ago / 186 visits / 4 comments / 2 people like

My garden is where I plant myself waiting for nature to swallow me. While I wait my eyes wander through multiple colours shapes and perfumes that sew me to the canvas chair where I sleep. O meu jardim é onde me planto à espera que a natureza me engula. Enquanto espero meus olhos vagueiam por múlt…

3 months ago / 255 visits / 3 comments / 2 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 b…

3 months ago / 814 visits / 8 comments / 7 people like

This afternoon I invent good deeds while the light is degraded in shades. There lies my liquid memory fossil oil spot on the land where burn lichens trees and birds fly emergency of life. Ce soir je m'invente de bonnes actions tandis que la lumière se dégrade dans l'ombre. . Ci-gît ma mémoire li…

4 months ago / 325 visits / 5 comments / 4 people like

HOME In the afternoon I worry about the nightfall and ask to myself What have I done? Invisible dust moves around and covers furniture and other beds ground carpet mosaic thought somewhere strained by a beam of light dust becomes a whirl of visible particles flying again without de…

4 months ago / 987 visits / 12 comments / 10 people like