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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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