I have long known Manuel De DIEGO's simple, profound, and synthetic poetry. A poet without a shadow of models, he follows his path with total freedom of expression, sometimes the haiku, the epigram and the sonnet seem conditioning him, but they are mere exercises of his poetic mastery. It's interest…
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This book, "All Tears Are In The Gorge Of The Sea", isn´t easy to read. It requires concentration, cultural imagination to unveil the poetic meaning of the metaphorical text/context, and time to reread and enjoy. However, it's one of the most fascinating, sharp, beautiful, and mysyerious books I hav…
9 days ago / 134 visits / 2 comments / 1 person likes
My friends not all motionless is silence nor the night solitude while we watch the shooting stars and hear the most crystalline waters. Meus amigos nem toda a quietude é silêncio nem a noite solidão enquanto vemos estrelas cadentes e ouvimos as mais cristalinas águas. by Armando…
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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 será…
3 weeks ago / 943 visits / 4 comments / 5 people like
I run cause you run but I depart cause you stay full of hopes at the schism stop. We were riding on the social dynamics from the reverse of your right interior to the right of my left exterior and all and everything aferwards. Right now I remember the slow political magnetism theory degenerat…
5 weeks ago / 922 visits / 4 comments / 6 people like
With a glass of red wine I greet the travel by the intermediate stop of life's heartburn. The soul just becomes happy with a place inside the body. The hidden of my compass turns 360º looking for which North? How long this ardour will burn the soul's painless? Com um copo de vinho tinto saúdo a…
6 weeks ago / 622 visits / 12 comments / 8 people like
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 E…
7 weeks ago / 1 243 visits / 23 comments / 14 people like
Around me there is too much green but also red orange yellow blue indigo and violet colours wrap me as a rainbow sweat drops refract my body with feet in a pond the head undulates the chest distends as an arch without hunger nor sleep or thirst or dream. À minha volta há muito verde mas também v…
8 weeks ago / 504 visits / 11 comments / 6 people like
I love to write without thinking about what I write if I think what I write I tear up my thought and throw it away. Naturally I want the truth. I want it clean as a dawn without clouds neither horizon only dawn wishing to be morning. I like to write in pure silence what I wish feel and…
2 months ago / 720 visits / 5 comments / 4 people like
From my hermetic and decadent flight from my bird of prey glide I know the parachutist technique to land in a moment. Do meu hermético e decadente voo do meu planar de ave de rapina sei a técnica do pára-quedista para chegar ao solo num instante. by Armando TABORDA, in "MANUAL DO DESPERDÍCIO",…
2 months ago / 739 visits / 8 comments / 6 people like
The sea is an ocean's arm and the ocean an earth's body spacecraft without astrolabe nor sextant neither science of sails winds and currents drifted in the infinity's tides looking for what seaport or yacht club for an intermediate stop in the space where everything happens as it was nothing?…
2 months ago / 678 visits / 3 comments / 3 people like
BECAUSE LIFE CAUGHT US BY SURPRISE WE HAVE TO LOOK INTO IT WITH SOME IRONY PORQUE A VIDA NOS APANHOU DE SURPRESA HÁ QUE ENCARÁ-LA COM ALGUMA IRONIA by Armando TABORDA, 2015 (post 1st edition, 2015; 2nd edition, 2018; 3rd edition, 2024)
3 months ago / 290 visits / 2 comments / 2 people like
The night corrupts my inner light surrounds it asphyxiates it puts it to sleep comet in orbit of bed. A noite corrompe minha luz interior cerca-a asfixia-a adormece-a cometa em órbita da cama. by Armando Taborda, In "Sinfonia em Dor Menor", Edição Escola de Mar, 2007 (post 2nd…
3 months ago / 704 visits / 1 comment
my body is my home where my steps drive me out of myself o meu corpo é a minha casa onde os meus passos me levam para fora de mim by Armando TABORDA, 2012 (post 1st edition, 2012; 2nd edition, 2022; 3rd edition, 2024)
3 months ago / 555 visits / 2 comments / 3 people like
The dawn throbs into my veins sclerosis of dreams sex still at the pace of an engine close to the limits to drive me away without grief from the night that dies in the foreseen chance of a day followed by another A madrugada lateja-me nas veias esclerose de sonhos sexo ainda ao ritmo de motor…
4 months ago / 1 261 visits / 3 comments / 2 people like