Surrounded by shadows the light persists even though shadows are what the night brings to our circumstance Entouré par les ombres la lumière persiste même si les ombres sont ce que la nuit apporte à notre situation /// Rodeada de sombras a luz persiste mesmo que as sombras sejam o que a noi…

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Nothing justifies our destiny of shadows neither fire nor flame or ember we just burn sparks jumping out the fire crackle for instants and scintillate in the smoke that extinguishes them. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) by Armando TABORDA, in "S…

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Isn't a bird who wants to be inflate the lungs with air roll the arms and legs as a ship hull pack the pneumatic bones of thought climb to the top of the Clérigos Tower and throw yourself by the flight's end you will have no return Não é pássaro quem quer enfuna os pulmões de ar enrola os braç…

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For / Para Fernando Pinto RIBEIRO (a) Life is all and death nothing so you live in the music of your sung fados and in the murmur of crystalline words purified fair in your poems fragmented echoes at the far away abyss viable time of our collective memory. A vida é tudo e a morte nada assim vives…

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Internet Social Networks and walks around my residential neighborhood blocks are my dominant accupation. Some days I have an increased responsability: take my granddaughter to school; take her back home; give her food-bed-hygiene-cuddles; all in partenership with grandma. Turn on the Disney Channel…

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Wind buzz into the library deaf eardrums of tense skin to the writing downfall from bookcases if the words move around orderly the whirl could be believable but they don't rotating letters fall on a piece of paper without nexus and it levitates as well through the mild heat of May navigates a dry fl…

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I learned the resistance's technique with Mahatma Gandhi at the sacred river banks where famine swells bodies of cadavers and divine cows pasture shiny fats with big horns of knowledge. A técnica da resistência aprendi-a com o Mahatma Gandhi nas margens do rio sagrado onde a fome incha os…

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I Sink Into The Couch With an enormous effort I rise from my seat only to find that I still seem to be carrying it around with me, only now it's even heavier because it's become the seat of my own subjectivity. Bernardo Soares I sink into the couch pliable connoisseur of the body in my weight's g…

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I fight against the entropy of life and world but sooner or later all collapses inside and outside me - from each piece of rubble I dream and through it I continue my aimless trip into nothing /// Combato a entropia da vida e do mundo mas cedo ou tarde tudo colapsa dentro e fora de mim - faço de…

2 months ago / 806 visits / 12 comments / 7 people like

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…

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I feel the sun in the wrinkles of my hands empty of light the shadows are on the fingers rings sparkling the morning. Sinto o sol nas rugas de minhas mãos vazias de luz as sombras são nos dedos anéis que refulgem manhã. by Armado TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BLASFÉMIAS QUE…

3 months ago / 1 576 visits / 13 comments / 15 people like

A few days ago, my step daughter Cristina Brito went to the beach but forgot her Moleskine Notebook. The only similar thing she had on hand was an old Círculo de Leitores novel, in the handag, for travelling reading. It was there in the margins and blank spaces she wrote. The precision of her manusc…

3 months ago / 166 visits / 2 comments / 2 people like

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…

3 months ago / 577 visits / 1 comment / 1 person likes

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…

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

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…

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