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I have two open accounts on social networks, Facebook and Ipernity, and I'm the administrator of a poetry website, "Livro Único". Today I woke up under the fear of uncertainty of what will happen to them after my death. I suddenly remembered that I always have the possibility to cancel them before I die. But when? What if a I have a sudden death? Another possibility is to bequeath them to someone who, even without updates, keep them online. Yet another is the social networks directors t…

I watch the sea from here I am a swelled wave at the life' surf of other bodies in rubber-suits and hair of algae and salt still diving even if the wave forgets the sea that pushes her away. Avisto o mar daqui sou onda enrolada no surf da vida de outros corpos com fatos de borracha e cabelos de algas e sal…

Fresh air cleans my toxins and conscience at run rhythm under the puff of each expiration the weight of all banquets and whiskeys is inexorable in the Park of Monsanto sweat glides from my face to the shadows' path where the body wriggles by the souls' gallop. O ar puro limpa-me as toxinas e a consciência ao ritmo da corrida no b…

The structure could be straight stable death as aim but no nothing will be blood flows in the veins dream at dawn chance with the wind blood dream chance neither God nor Devil maybe love nothing else will be . A estrutura podia ser contínua estável a morte um fim mas não nada será porque o sangue corre nas veias o sonho na madrugada…

TV Spot by QUERCUS, National Association for Nature Conservation - Associação Nacional da Conservação da Natureza http://www.quercus.pt ( post 1st edition, 2009; 2nd edition, 2023)

In the bodies' loneliness the souls ramble useless discontented waiting for the poets who provide them a doubtful destiny. Na solidão dos corpos as almas vagueiam inúteis descontentes à espera dos poetas que lhes dão destino incerto. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BLASFÉMIAS QUE ENVELHEÇO NA CIDADE", Ulmeiro Editores,…

I went to Sintra to look for you I found blue green white red brown yellow flowers very beautiful exotic and endemic plants vegetating on the slopes of alive stone at the Serra of Sintra with you in mind I recognized perfumes shadows light I lost you at sea. Fui a Sintra procurar-te encontrei flores azuis verdes brancas vermel…

Nuno and Pedro are two brothers architects, sons of a great friend of mine. I watched their growing up till being men and professionals of high international caliber. After a few years of various professional experiences they decided to establish a private society, in 1994. The EAO - Portugal, Architecture Lt was based on the European Architecture Office group , created in 1991, in Brussels, Belgium, seen as a pioneer association of architects coming from various countries using the n…

God gangrenes my memory of words and facts for the being's liturgy. Dream's beauty the music and perfume illusion of the rejuvenated island by rain the eternal within us doubtful it lengthens the life we are dying love must be recorded on anger texts for God's memory. Deus gangrena-me a memória das palavras e dos actos para a liturgia do ser. A beleza dos sonhos a música o perfume a…

António Lobo Antunes frequently says the words happen to him as a torrent he can't control at will level, neither he wants, as he was the medium of his alive texts. He isn't upset with timely relations between characters and situations; the plot is made from each one reading. I see in the poetic writing of Alice Fergo the same creative pattern but now the word's river is framed by a cautious slowness till paroxysm as eternity might be badly measured, or the sensation lost right in the mom…

If in the moonlight there is hope and in the hope there is fear if I love at moonlight fearful of loving you I feel the moonlight's hope. (to read the original Portuguese version click on the figure) Sun between morning and afternoon ripe fruit in the space alone hot remote without trees neither land nor roots you were God emblem…

I run cause you run but I depart cause you stay full of hopes at the schism stop. We were riding on the social dynamics from the reverse of your right interior to the right of my left exterior and all and everything aferwards. Right now I remember the slow political magnetism theory degenerating into an obelisk of stone monumental of incapability in the city and time when the soul was too small. Right now…

It doesn't matter to be at the center of Terreiro do Paço the Trafalgar Square or Times Square or Sinai surrounded by deserts I'm distressed by the specie's extinction and indifferent to the rise of others new survivors where I assumed it was impossible incredulous I look around and I find myself lost fear and ignorance are my guides I get old I despond I die nature teaches nothing to pacify me and God ignores me forever of my eternity Para mim tanto faz estar no c…

I write under the dense and sensual caress of the American sun half-laying down in the park where too many and concise birds perch and depart for a circular destiny. Because I love you I know my skin cools down in contact with your absence as God comes by daybreak without disclosing Himself. Why solitude saddens us while we still fall in love with the social fiction we live and the ludicrous of life and the impossible adventure suddenly possible and sound and light and all that light…

The crowd in the "Joe's Bar" is almost human smiling smoke spirals around the words. Glasses straighten up colourless by the kiss of lips caress of hands musics and glimpses. "That's nice the music sounds perfect" she said. The crowd in the "Joe's Bar" is almost certain fades away night spirals around the silence. A multidão no "Joe's Bar" é quase humana sorri em espirais de fumo à roda de palavras. Copos perfilam-se exangues no beijo de lábios…

A 24 month initiative is currently being held at libraries in Oeiras, Carnaxide and Algés (neighbors of Lisboa), under the subject title. This has been the ideal space to allow the mind to wonder and float through the universe of poetry. A place where youngsters can spend time with elders and vice-verse to guide them and let their imagination take wing. Uma iniciativa de 24 meses decorre actualmente nas Bibliotecas de Oeiras, Carnaxide e Algés (vizinhas de Lisboa), sob o título em assunto. R…

I came from the time when there were water lilies in the ponds of the Tapada de Mafra and brides and grooms were photographed at flower beds while anxious guests waited for the banquet under shadows of the August trees and from the external consultation to several valencies of the Hospital da Estrela and the ambulatory control of a tenosynovitis where I became delighted with the order and cleaning of corridors cabinets and infirmaries and inebriated by the detergent scent around doctors nurse…

Velvet time no sun neither rain nor wind the night humidity weeps grass more green now against the grey day nearby under my glance my private landscape. Tempo de veludo sem sol nem chuva nem vento a humidade da noite chora relva agora mais verde contra o dia cinzento a meus pés sob o meu olhar minha paisagem privada. by Armando TABORDA, 2013 (post 1st edition, 2013; 2nd edition, 2018; 3rd edition, 2022)

Red flower flush of gardens impregnated of carbon dioxide from passing cars in the neighborhood at more than 50km/h do not realizing that the flower opened by day's heat smiles to bees butterflies and other insects that smash against their windshields /// Flor vermelha rubor de jardins impregnados de dióxido de carbono dos carros que passam nas cercanias a mais de 50km/h não se apercebendo que a flor aberta pelo calor do dia sorri às abelhas borboletas e outros insectos que se esmagam…

Nothing is all that remains from everything we are given by life the day the night the joy the pain the writing the voice the colour the sound the love the friendship the mystery the dream the art the work the time the space the finite the infinite the eternal the glory the god the devil the dust. O nada é tudo o que fica de tudo o que a vida nos dá o dia a noite a alegria a dor a escrita a fala a cor o som o amor a amizade o mistério o sonho a arte o trabal…