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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 BLASFÉMIA…

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 corpos dos cadáveres e as vacas pastam divinas luzidias anafadas e com grandes cornos de sabedoria.…

The Man is to God as the machine is to Man. If the refrigerator does not know how cold produces for the benefit of Man Man does not know what makes for profit of God. /// O Homem está para Deus como a máquina para o Homem. Se o frigorífico não sabe do frio que produz em proveito do Homem também o Homem não sabe o que faz a favor de Deus. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BLASFÉMIAS QUE ENVELHEÇO NA CIDADE", Ulmeiro Editores, 1996 (post1st edition, 2014; 2nd edit…

I LOOK AT ME AND SEE ME DARK BLURRED AND UNFRAMED IN THE LIFE PICTURE /// JE ME REGARDE ET JE ME VOIS SOMBRE FLOUE ET SANS CADRE DANS LA PHOTOGRAPHIE DE LA VIE /// OLHO PARA MIM E VEJO-ME OBSCURO DESFOCADO E DESENQUADRADO NA FOTOGRAFIA DA VIDA Armando TABORDA, 2014

The body knows its requirements if the mind rapes it gets sick or suffers falls asleep or dies and the confused soul gets lost. O corpo sabe o que precisa se o pensamento o viola fica doente ou sofre adormece ou morre e a alma confusa perde-se. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS APAGAM", Edição Escola de Mar, 2014 (post 1st edition, 2012; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2019; 4th edition, 2021 )

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 am tempted to forget my dream of crystal. Como há cinquenta anos atrás inundo minha noite com música de Frédéric Chopin e penso que minha condição pouco mudo…

Someone tells me I can be happy if I don't look for happiness in the corners of the city where I live in the sea flooding into my eyes in the constellation's twinkling of my night in the new moon darkness of dream and if I let time go by indifferently as it was nothing and in fact it isn't doesn't exist it's an invention to justify birth and death. To be happy maybe someone tells me I can be happy if I want. Alguém me diz que posso ser feliz se…

Unstable and provocative the dream comes as a butterfly or other ultralight insect the breeze throws against the flowers. O sonho passa provocadoramente instável tal voo de borboleta ou outro ultraleve insecto que uma brisa mais forte atire contra as flores do jardim. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS APAGAM", Edição Escola de Mar, 2014

I was born from dark matter I became visible in my mother's pregnancy to be soul one day sequence of many million years with many million beings and many million lives and deaths kept in planetary glass cases which dark energy doesn't allow to disperse so that not everything vanishes in the virtual universe. Nasci da matéria escura tornei-me visível na gravidez de minha mãe para um dia ser alma sequência de muitos milhões de anos com muitos milhões de seres e…

Might be today the unconscious stream of words on the piece of paper. The text generates itself awakes in the day's routine adjusts to repeated acts which push the poet into the street. Words line up grammatically arranged the expresso at the counter of the corner's coffee shop formats the text the random poem keeps written. Could be kept into the drawer like others.…

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…

I recover the remaining joy of the past days familiar and repeated embrace I hear the Keith Jarrett music at the Blue Note themes' variations written on the stave melancholy's impromptus for future days. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TABORDA, in "Sinfonia em Dor Menor" (illustrated by Carlos Alexandre), Edição da Escola de Mar, 2007…

A constant wind blows around the place where I'm living on and drags a repeated word pieces of paper and garbage circulate in whirls by corners pigeons peck crumbs at the squares of public buildings and the wind pushes the word hunger here and there lands on city alleys and remains. Sopra um vento constante ao redor do lugar onde vivo repetidamente arrasta uma palavra bocados de papel e lixo circulam em redemoínhos pelos cantos pombos de…

A-dos-Ruivos non-amazing weekend at the no feast village nor rockets excitement I rest at the porch surrounded by flowers wind golden dust heat of June cumulus clouds over the horizon useless flying insects as books from Fernando Pessoa and all his heteronymous because disquiet isn't a literary fallacy but a permanent mind state even if the circumstantial peace and the scent of fields innebriate me. A-dos-Ruivos fim de semana nada alucinante na…

They seem birds without tweet in a cage under sun they don't disturb us cause they sleep most time old men are too many now and then a death rattle shakes them a permanent dribble flows off their mouths astonished they open the eyes and say you are becoming just like us. /// Parecem pássaros sem pio na gaiola ao sol não nos incomodam porque dormem quase sempre são muitos os velhos de quando em vez um estertor sacode-os uma baba permanente escorre-lhes das bocas espantados…

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 cada escombro um sonho e nele continuo minha viagem sem rumo pelo nada by Armando TABORDA, 2013 (post 1st edition, 2015; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2020)

The sea is an ocean's arm and the ocean an earth's body spacecraft without astrolabe or sextant nor science of sails winds and currents adrift in the infinity's tides looking for what seaport or yacht club for an intermediate stop in the space where everything happens as if it was nothing? O mar é braço de oceano e o oceano corpo da terra nave sem astrolábio nem sextante nem ciên…

I went to the swimming-pool it was raining I came back it still rains so the hotter season of the year is also the more benign and me as a go-between within two showers. I fill myself of the metallic-grey landscape agony where amphibious birds fly indefinite black dots and disintegrate themselves into the magnetic field that blinds. I close my eyes and think of what I write because what I live is too little ordinary a…

Light I think of you by dawn while my skin gets thick waiting for a new day it's the right time to tell you that when you reborn my solitude will remain with me and you away from this insomnia will illuminate my life. Luz pensar-te assim de madrugada quando a minha pele se crispa à espera do dia é o exacto momento de dizer-te quando renasceres minha solidão ficará comigo e tu à distância desta insónia iluminarás a minha vida.…

Since a long time now I don't remember my memories I think they are winged without weight nor shape pieces watching me abyss where I fall asleep. Now I find them again the puzzle becomes Portugal without promises gains shape and weight under the abyss of light there is an uncertain sea where I wake up. Memórias não vos recordo há muito penso-vos aladas sem peso nem forma pedaços a vigiar-me abismo onde adormeço. Agora reencontro-vos o puzzl…