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Self-portrait I see you. Arch's illusion from poor eyebrows concise eyes like pin's heads animate your stone' smooth face thin lips of tense irony draw your mouth where dreams die. Pipe smokes your smells flowing liquids long throat down. You get lost in the mirror. Face. (to read the Portuguese version of this text please click on the above picture) In "SonhoGrafias",…

Kahlil Gibran on Love www.youtube.com/watch?t=36&v=4lMKw7VuN6o When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he…

this beautiful country and its people: www.youtube.com/watch

GUYSSSSSS ............ I'VE FELT IN LOVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST LIKE THAT !!!!!!!! LIKE A TUNDERSTRUCK !!!!!!!! NO REASON, NO PLAN, NO WARNING !!!! AND NO ONE HERE TO THROW SOME WATER ON ME TO WAKE ME UP TO REALITY ..........

'Alone with the Alone' by Henry Corbin www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEroIpr2Yes

The stage of life is there it's yours you can dance sing howl recite a poem carry out a comedy drama tragicomedy cry laugh or you can just keep sitting in the audience to envy the other's performance O palco da vida está ali é teu podes dançar cantar uivar recitar um poema encenar um drama comédia tragicomédia chorar rir ou podes simplesmente continuar sentado na plateia a invejar o espectáculo dos outros by Armando TABORDA, 2015 (post 1st edi…

The roofs of Lisbon get the nightfall colour that dies slowly under the nocturnal flight of whom see them hanging over the Tagus Os telhados de Lisboa ficam da cor do fim do dia que lentamente morre sob o voo nocturno de quem os vê sobranceiros ao Tejo by Armando TABORDA, 2015 (1st edition, 2015; 2nd edition, 2018)

This afternoon I invent good deeds while the light is degraded in shades. There lies my liquid memory fossil oil spot on the land where burn lichens trees and birds fly emergency of life. Ce soir je m'invente de bonnes actions tandis que la lumière se dégrade dans l'ombre. . Ci-gît ma mémoire liquide fossile pétrole tache dans la terre où brûlent des lichens des arbres et les oiseaux s'envolent émergence de vie. /// Esta tarde invento boas acções enquanto…

Over the metallic brightnes of my new car there is no moonlight nor any other unexpected scintillation. /// Sur l'éclat metallique de ma nouvelle voiture nul clair de lune ni quelqu'autre scintillement inattendu. Sobre o metálico brilho do meu carro novo não há luar nem outra qualquer inesperada cintilação. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS AP…

A piece of paper fell from my hand as if it were an idea that stood in the balcony and flew taken by the wind to get lost light and useless Caiu-me um papel da mão como se fosse uma ideia que se pôs à varanda e voou levada pelo vento até se perder leve e inútil by Armando TABORDA, 2015 (post 1st edition, 2015; 2nd edition, 2022)

A husband wrote the following letter, which he left it on the dining room table for his wife, (math) teacher. To my dear wife, You have to realize that you have 54 years and I have some needs that you no longer can meet them. Otherwise, I am very happy with you. I hope you will not to feel hurt or offended when you find this, but while you read this letter, I will be at the hotel with my secretary 18 years aged . I'll be home by midnight. With Love, Your husband. When he got home l…

Initial silence we can only hear the words since a few millennia now. The first sound was violent inaudible in the void where the cosmos was born followed by the first cell's reproduction whisper the primate' s queal the man' speaking the writing philosophical regeneration of the mystery. Necessarily God doubts spill down stained glasses in the aisles and chapels of the temple where the evolu…

More and more I write less not all is said but from everything that remains to say nothing justifies the mystery of life Plus ça va moins j'écris non que tout sois déjà dit mais dans ce qu'il reste à dire rien ne justifie le mystére de la vie by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS APAGAM", Edição Escola de Mar, 2014 Traduction en Français par Lionel DEYNA, 2015 (post 1st edition, 2015; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2020)

Reckless calls for the death of those who engage in free expression must STOP! If one doesn't like a cartoon or some other statement, they can avoid it. For instance, I do not like pornography. Therefore I avoid it. However, at the same time, I do NOT call for the death of those who support this industry or participate in it nor reject their God-given right to do so. As for the cover of Charlie Hebdo No. 1178 -- it is anything but blasphemous or insulting. It humanizes Mohammed (after all in…

We have many ideas on a few things and many things about a few ideas On a beaucoup d'idées concernant peu de choses et beaucoup de choses qui concernent peu d'idées /// Temos muitas ideias sobre poucas coisas e muitas coisas sobre poucas ideias by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS APAGAM", Editora Escola de Mar, 2014 Traduction en Français par Lionel DEYNA, 2015

I REPEAT UNTIL ETERNITY THAT LIGHT IS SO USEFUL AND PERCEPTIBLE AS DARKNESS AND LIFE BETWEEN ONE AND ANOTHER IS A SIMPLE FUGITIVE REFLECTION THAT NOBODY KNOWNS WHERE IT COMES OR GOES NOT EVEN IF THE WORLD EXISTS OR IS DREAMED BY GOD REPITO ATÉ À ETERNIDADE QUE A LUZ É TÃO ÚTIL E PERCEPTÍVEL COMO A ESCURIDÃO E A VIDA ENTRE UMA E OUTRA UM SIMPLES E FUGAZ RAFLEXO QUE NINGUÉM SABE DE ONDE VEM NEM PARA ONDE VAI NEM SEQUER SE O MUNDO EXISTE OU É SONHADO POR DEUS by Armando TABORDA…

Dear Ipernity members, I receive a lot of invitations to join somebody's network. Some of you might wonder why I don't accept them. The truth is, I don't add people to my network who send me an invitation without looking at my pictures, without writing a comment, or who only add a star as a favourite. For me that is a sign of not being truly interested, and interest in somebody's work and the person behind it is for me the reason why I am here. Love and clicks from Holland! Erato

Vous souvenez-vous ? Ma plume courait sur le papier, un bonheur ! Des mots enlacés pour un instant charmeur Posés tendrement dans le creux d'un coeur. Vous lisiez mes poèmes les plus enjoleurs, Des mots caressés à l'encre du plaisir Qui baignaient ma vie et mon âme de douceur Et me laissaient encore les arômes du désir. Ce premier baiser sur ma bouche à peine effleurée, Avait une odeur de fièvre au gôut acidulé. Une larme a roulé sous mes paupières ombragées S'en allant fleurir l…

Au jardin de mes secrets, le verbe se fit silence. L'indicible se fit regret et mourut d'infinie transparence. Mes songes s'enivraient de blêmes solitudes. La chape des mensonges en creux de plénitude S'élançait comme une ombre menaçante à l'assaut De mon cœur chaviré qui vibrait de sanglots. Au jardin de mes secrets, un oiseau est venu me confier Que les étoiles au firmament brillaient d'espoirs insensés, Qu'un rossignol sifflait afin que ses notes sur une portée Ricochent en clé de ch…

I stand in the place of a paving stone, I came here by a regrettable confusion. They passed over me Small cars, Trucks, Tanks And all kinds of feet. I felt the sun until the sunset and the moon Around midnight. Clouds press me with their shadow of heavy and important Events, I made corns. And although I wear With enough stoicism My fate of granite, Sometimes I find myself screaming: "Walk only on the carriageway of My Soul, Barbarians! " by Marin Sores…