My high school colleague, friend and great writer Antóno Lobo Antunes, several times designated as candidate to the Nobel Prize of Literature, frequently says isn't him the writer: he only gives home to the stream of falling words on the paper which self-generate the text. The plot should be re-inte…

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There is something indelible in late afternoon almost night as if the tenderness that falls on the warm and humid city was a sensual curtain that hides you from me behind the window I look on the treetops at the avenue they drip varnishes on parked cars scars on bodies recently returned home look be…

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Breathing is light and serene morning grows up warm and bright in the skin the body doesn't desire to get dressed. A respiração é leve e serena a manhã cresce cálida e rútila na pele o corpo não deseja vestir-se. by Armando TABORDA, in "SonhoGrafias", Universitária Editora, 2…

2 weeks ago / 646 visits / 1 comment / 3 people like

I assume the responsibility of watching a dreams' parade just now that the whole conquested liberties guarantee to me the right of indifference and the nocturnal breeze over the quay-bridge on River Geba provides me comfort enough. There are lights in the Ilhéu do Rei and Cumeré and in the bo…

4 weeks ago / 877 visits / 10 comments / 6 people like

The window panes make the refraction of the flying light towards the horizon looking for the night and the illuminated windows of the empty buildings. The purple light watched from far away is from the spilled blood in the buildings' facades gently right now yes inhabited by shadows. A…

5 weeks ago / 788 visits / 8 comments / 4 people like

The navigation starts by nightfall and slows down at night magnificent of solitude global nothing at the empty sockets even from blue eyes the sky also uncoloured once the optical illusion sees blue everywhere or maybe green upon my word this is certainly the sea's colour navigation's aby…

6 weeks ago / 824 visits / 4 comments / 4 people like

The fern waves sea of roots captured by land of free surf its vegetal condition claims the wind's shake for the light whisper through my eyes before loss into the sky /// O feto ondula mar de raízes capturadas na terra de livre rebentação sua condição vegetal reclama o frémito do vento para que a l…

7 weeks ago / 433 visits / 2 comments / 3 people like

Slow trembling sparse through the senses of my body vibration without roots neither soul nor reason lasts long rhythmic breath in the dream of my sleeping body. Tremor lento esparso no corpo de meus sentidos vibração sem raízes nem alma nem razão que perdura sopro cadenciado no s…

8 weeks ago / 1 147 visits / 13 comments / 6 people like

Through the Strait of Hormuz, now blocked by Iran, pass the ships that carry a fifth of the world's oil. Five hundred years ago, for over a century (1515-1622), Portugal dominated the strait and the trade exchanges that then passed through it, occupying the Hormuz Island with the Fort of Our Lady Co…

2 months ago / 55 visits

I stay here for a short time may it be so time is pressing my will to be lost here there over there infinitely anywhere. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/98 691 by Armando TABORDA, in "SINFONIA EM DOR MENOR", Edi…

2 months ago / 817 visits / 7 comments / 5 people like

Nothing justifies our destiny of shadows nor fire nor flame nor ember we just burn sparks jumping from the fire crackle for instants and scintillate in the smoke that extinguishes them. Nada justifica nosso destino de sombras nem fogueira nem chama nem brasa ardemos simplesmente…

2 months ago / 787 visits / 4 comments / 1 person likes

Past the fountain out of repair And the boarded diner A small studio You'd never told anyone about Where old clothes have remained Right where you've dumped them Side by side With random notes and sketches When someone close to you Has a different idea of what you represent He insisted You'll write…

2 months ago / 472 visits / 2 comments / 2 people like

because the bastard you are begins to curse soon in morning the opal light that comes in through the window and the rain falling in circles on the avenue's asphalt it doesn't mean that there is no reason to smile to life just now that you are editing this bit of text into the Internet that will be r…

3 months ago / 535 visits / 7 comments / 6 people like

RENEWED TIDE Night' sour is diluted by morning's heat anguish dives into an ocean of every fish - mammal - shell fish - jellyfish - sticky alga of thought. At night a renewed tide casts ashore solitude becomes endangered by moonlight hope survives in the abyss non-stop multiplication…

3 months ago / 698 visits / 2 comments / 2 people like

The Man is to God as the machine is to Man. If the refrigerator does not know how cold produces for the benefit of Man Man does not know what makes for profit of God. /// O Homem está para Deus como a máquina para o Homem. Se o frigorífico não sabe do frio que produz em proveito do Homem também o Ho…

3 months ago / 809 visits / 5 comments / 6 people like