Armando Taborda's photos

Sintra

Sintra

Sintra

Sintra

once more your smile with and without a teacup --- there is who thinks I publish too many photos of yours --- but because your smile is always nearby and with me what can I do?! /// mais uma foto o teu sorriso com e sem chávena de chá --- há quem pense que publico demasiadas fotos tuas --- mas porque o teu sorriso anda sempre por perto e comigo que posso eu fazer?! by Armando TABORDA, 2024

not to be missed by anyone interested in Portuguese Discoveries, this Portuguese Special Edition of the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC Magazine, Feb 2024

at Chão de Meninos, Sintra

The hornpipe player who animated the vernissage of the exhibition of João SILVA, at Arruda dos Vinhos Municipal Gallery, until March 17th

Last month to see the extraordinary and little-known Terra Sancta Museum treasure, made up of donations made by European monarchs to various churches in that territory and which traveled for the first from Jerusalem to Lisbon. Calouste Gulbenkian Foundation, untill 2024, Feb 26th

love should always be written with your hands of pure cotton and always said by your slow and ripe plum mouth /// amor deveria escrever-se sempre com as tuas mãos de algodão puríssimo e dizer-se sempre com a tua boca de ameixa lenta e madura by Dinis MOURA, on his Facebook page, 14.02.2024 (English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2024)

nos quatre salauds naissent tous les jours là-bas, dieu donnera les parents sont irresponsables les quatre cavaliers de l'apocalypse grandissent et prolifèrent à travers la terre avec un succès assuré question --- pourquoi cette message, maintenant? --- jusqu'à ce que les poètes conquièrent le monde la poésie ne sert à rien est enterré quotidiennement au hasard dans les fosse communes de l'humanité elle même souterraine /// BASTARDS! our four bastards are born every day out there, god will give parents are irresponsible the four apocalypse horsemen grow and proliferate across the earth with assured success question --- why this message, right now? --- until poets take over the world poetry is useless is daily buried haphazardly in mass groves of humanity itself underground /// BASTARDOS! os nossos quatro bastardos nascem todos os dias por ai, ao deus dará os pais são irresponsáveis os quatro cavaleiros do apocalipse crescem e proliferam pela terra com suceso assegurado pergunta --- porquê este recado, agora? --- enquanto os poetas não tomarem conta do mundo a poesia não serve para nada atabalhoadamente é enterrada diariamente nas valas comuns da humanidade ela própria soterrada by ArmandoTABORDA, 2024 (poema escrito originalmente em Francês, porque assim foi memorizado numa noite de insónia) (photograph taken from Internet, free under Pixabay License Procedure)

(photograph by my wife, Maria da Nazaré)