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Springtime blue afternoon fits the golden bodies with satin's caresses strangely the adults of unbearable tenderness smile to winged children. Primavera tarde azul veste os corpos dourados em carícias de cetim inexplicavelmente os adultos de incontida ternura sorriem às crianças alad…
3 days ago / 925 visits / 6 comments / 6 people like
DAY STARTS COLD AND CLOUDY THE YESTERDAY'S PAIN REMAINS IN THE SOUL EVEN SO ITS FEELING DOESN'T BELONG THERE /// O DIA COMEÇA FRIO E NUBLADO A DOR DE ONTEM CONTINUA NA ALMA MESMO NÃO SENDO LÁ QUE SE FAZ SENTIR by, Armando TABORDA, 2013 (post 1st edition, 2013; 2nd edition, 2016; 3rd edition, 2025…
10 days ago / 424 visits / 9 comments / 3 people like
I write under the dense and sensual caress of the American sun half-laying down in the park where too many and concise birds perch and depart for a circular destiny. Because I love you I know my skin cools down in contact with your absence as God comes by daybreak without disclosing Himself. Why sol…
2 weeks ago / 882 visits / 4 comments / 5 people like
I recover the remaining joy of the past days familiar and repeated embrace I hear the Keith Jarrett music at the Blue Note themes' variations written on the stave melancholy's impromptus for future days. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TA…
4 weeks ago / 1 389 visits / 14 comments / 8 people like
We are fascinated by the text cause it uses and abuses of lying words over which we walk in our insomnia's track. The word is an artifice and the text a light beam that sometimes burn and engrave the brief moment by fire while we feel the things absence the insomnia ever the fear of seein…
5 weeks ago / 1 578 visits / 12 comments / 8 people like
The Michelin Guide classifies this beach as one of the 100 most beautiful in the whole world. The small sandy area close to Lagoa is still free from the crowd's invasion due to the fact it's sheltered by an high cliff. The pedestrian access is not easy (mostly in the way-back) but florid. The sea wa…
6 weeks ago / 5 241 visits / 2 comments / 3 people like
I want to remember the colours of my grey dream and the geography of valleys and mountains rivers and deserts seas and oceans but my subconscious only draws decadent cities yes those are very tangible crumbled in the blood that flows through the building facades till being the heaped and shapeless p…
7 weeks ago / 422 visits / 2 comments / 1 person likes
Might be today the unconscious stream of words on the piece of paper. The text generates itself awakes in the day's routine adjusts to repeated acts which push the poet into the street. Words line up grammatically arranged the expresso at the counter of the corner's coffee shop formats t…
8 weeks ago / 1 264 visits / 15 comments / 9 people like
the swimming pool and the sea are at a dive distance and the insidious wave of heat covers our skin as if it was sweat in the beach blind from bright light deaf by salt crystals in the ears and dumb by so many people amazement knees in water and my back to the India sea route astonished I behold bui…
2 months ago / 523 visits / 6 comments / 4 people like
In some poets I read redundant and no-meaning metaphors they want to lie more than usually pretend. For me the clarity of the text is the one of clean running water through the municipal distribution network that just washes the bodies out of bed and kills the thirst of night-owls and dreamers.…
2 months ago / 438 visits / 6 comments / 4 people like
The body knows its requirements if the mind rapes it gets sick or suffers falls asleep or dies and the confused soul gets lost. O corpo sabe o que precisa se o pensamento o viola fica doente ou sofre adormece ou morre e a alma confusa perde-se. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS AP…
2 months ago / 997 visits / 17 comments / 8 people like
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…
3 months ago / 325 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 months ago / 324 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…
3 months ago / 952 visits / 1 comment / 1 person likes
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…
4 months ago / 710 visits / 6 comments / 2 people like