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# the Lords of Cabral and Magellan of my youth didn't need caravels and galleons to sail but just some wind to fill their life and misery # then there were the dictatorship's prisons that frighten the sailors but there were just a few for so much hunger # we the motherland volunteers in our academie…
8 days ago / 334 visits / 3 comments / 1 person likes
The silence I'm talking about is so hard to conceive as the nothing if from silence comes the sound's propagation until it stops to be listen out of nothing may have been born the Universe that amazes us until we die then we are an inaudible sound that will extinguish in the space O silêncio de que…
2 weeks ago / 234 visits / 5 comments / 2 people like
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…
3 weeks ago / 314 visits / 1 comment / 3 people like
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…
4 weeks ago / 1 274 visits / 10 comments / 12 people like
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…
5 weeks ago / 251 visits / 3 comments / 3 people like
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…
7 weeks ago / 946 visits / 3 comments / 2 people like
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…
8 weeks ago / 195 visits / 2 comments / 1 person likes
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…
2 months ago / 539 visits / 6 comments / 6 people like
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…
2 months ago / 1 382 visits / 21 comments / 5 people like
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…
2 months ago / 706 visits / 3 comments / 3 people like
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…
3 months ago / 817 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…
3 months ago / 709 visits / 3 comments / 3 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…
3 months ago / 1 587 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…
4 months ago / 174 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…
4 months ago / 586 visits / 1 comment / 1 person likes