The nontransferable essential of me is too much. So many things hidden in the memory. So much mystery My God! So much sea of dolphins emerging at the port of the ship where is the rail of my living taste in doubt and uncertainty and gratuitous generosity because I die under the sun with this…

3 days ago / 709 visits / 8 comments / 4 people like

Seated on my spaceship of surrounding and concise sand I watch seagulls blind of light in a difficult flight over the sea. The sail-black-flock of seagulls flaps rumour of salt on the beach my eyes blind of light without route over the sea. Sentado em minha nave de areia circundante e co…

11 days ago / 694 visits / 5 comments / 3 people like

The day runs away from me as if it was the night that invades me I don't demand anything from it not even the last light rays kissing my cold face of December in farewell my hands touch the buch of keys while my feet corsetted by shoes leave me at the house door for my escape of the night that invad…

2 weeks ago / 243 visits / 4 comments / 4 people like

This is my city necessity of a stand an open window for the night the sea' smell turns back by the river among the sewer's nausea. (to read the Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TABORDA, in "SINFONIA EM DOR MENOR" (illustrated by Carlos ALEXANDRE), Edição Escol…

3 weeks ago / 1 443 visits / 10 comments / 7 people like

Wait we are always waiting for the right time the wrong person the surprising event the unexpected love the sudden death why not? right now in the car parking waiting for. Espera estamos sempre à espera do momento certo da pessoa errada do facto surpreendente do amor imprevisto da morte súbita por…

4 weeks ago / 378 visits / 10 comments / 4 people like

Your moonlight's face keeps silent loving love cause trifle brief ecstasy instant like it were the only reason for living. /// Teu rosto de luar que silencia amor amando móbil tudo-nada instante breve que extasia como se fosse a única razão da vida. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSI…

6 weeks ago / 1 368 visits / 9 comments / 7 people like

THE DREAMER DRESSED RED FREEDOM FORGETTING THAT THE SKY IS A PRISON O SONHADOR VESTIU-SE DE VERMELHO LIBERDADE ESQUECENDO QUE O CÉU É UMA PRISÃO by armando TABORDA, 2014 (poat 1st edition, 2014; 2nd edition, 2024)

7 weeks ago / 267 visits / 4 comments / 3 people like

MENU OF THE DAY The news in the morning paper are the whole day repeated on TV. War famine genocide and pollution economical crimes drugs pedophilia and prostitution disasters accidents and namely corruption are eaten at lunch during the afternoon news on TV. After di…

8 weeks ago / 920 visits / 5 comments / 4 people like

This nightfall seems mine and to be the only one of my life now that I'm 71 years old it's difficult to imagine I was touched by it as it was the first or the last light of my days /// Este anoitecer parece meu e ser o único de minha vida agora com 71 anos de idade é difícil imaginar que fui por el…

2 months ago / 593 visits / 10 comments / 7 people like

He came at last from insomnia and stomach heartburn wasn't foreseen he was a dream to dream forget and fall asleep. Por último veio era de insónia e azia no estômago nada faria prever que fosse um sonho para sonhar esquecer e adormecer. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BLASFÉMIAS Q…

2 months ago / 673 visits / 3 comments / 5 people like

Now I look at you I hear your smile desire coming with your breath and the gesture of tense fingers painted nails as spears very well treated ready to finger my chest' s guitar this mild nightfall while I want you excited playing me at the Carlos Paredes' style. (to read the original…

2 months ago / 1 042 visits / 7 comments / 7 people like

Since fifty years now my night is flooded by Frédéric Chopin music I think there was little change in my condition my pores become thick of emotion this damned absolute beauty so close to be met as before I feel life is better than spilled anguish in cascade of sounds petrified but unintentionally I…

3 months ago / 881 visits / 17 comments / 7 people like

EVERYTHING WE LOVE FADES AWAY AS SMOKE OVER THE HORIZON BECAUSE BEAUTY IS MADE OF WORDING FUGACITY WITH WHICH LIFE IS DESCRIBED /// TUDO O QUE AMAMOS SE ESCAPA EM FUMAÇA SOBRE O HORIZONTE PORQUE A BELEZA DA VIDA É FEITA DA FUGACIDADE DAS PALAVRAS QUE A DESCREVEM by Armando TABORDA, 2014 (post 1s…

3 months ago / 388 visits / 6 comments / 5 people like

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…

3 months ago / 61 visits

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…

3 months ago / 158 visits / 2 comments / 1 person likes