Armando Taborda's photos

I for me cannot remember the amniotic fluid where I was an embryo and then a fish transforming into a mammal attached to the umbilical cord as if I was a balloon crawling on the ground /// eu por mim não consigo recordar o líquido amniótico onde fui embrião e depois peixe a transformar-se em mamífero preso ao cordão umbilical como se fosse um balão a gatinhar no chão by Armando TABORDA, 2024 (photograph taken from Internet - published under the fair use doctrine for noncommercial cultural purposes)

from the Portuguese Liver Steaks at Benfica, David to the Fish Stew at Peniche, Sardinha we had good and heavy lunches maybe even too much but your smile helped digestion /// das Iscas à Portuguesa no David, Benfica à Caldeirada de Peixe no Sardinha, Peniche almoçamos bem e muito talvez até demais mas o teu sorriso ajudou a digestão by Armando TABORDA, 2024

LICE IS NOTHING MORE THAN THE LUDIC WHERE IT DIES by Armando TABORDA, 2024

"Resilience is the millennial version of conformism, a modern way of dealing with one's own little life" # "If I commit suicide it will be on a Sunday" # "I write without restraint and without composing rawness" # "If I would send you the smell of freshly baked bread, you would know that this is what love is" # "There is a seductive falsehood in all of this" by Rita TORMENTA, in "CENTRIFUGAR ANGÚSTIAS A 1600 RPM" (extracts), Editor Safe Space Portugal, 2022 (English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2024)

FALO DESDE ESTA SOLIDÃO SEM REPOUSO, QUE TIVE DE BATER ÀS PORTAS E PEDIR LUGAR A ALGUM UIVO QUE A UIVE (by Mar BECKER, on her Facebook page, 15.12.2024(

yesterday night we were given of some music coming from the mobile stage, for 1 minute stop just before our residence

RTP 1 Today's broadcast

Unparalleled women, only comparable to the fright that is being born. The sweet and strange amniotic reading symbolizes life, the umbilical cord forever cut. The menstrual heat of its scream. Someone sings in the dark. Women who write and tear the threshold of reasonable. They are the hunt and the moon. The arch and the stone, the marble and the centaur. Blade and longing. A path to the water. /// Mulheres inigualáveis, apenas comparáveis ao susto que é nascer. A doce e estranha leitura amniótica simboliza a vida, o cordão umbilical para sempre cortado. O calor menstrual do seu grito. Alguém canta no escuro. Mulheres que escrevem e rasgam o limiar do razoável. São a caça e a lua. O arco e a pedra, o mármore e o centauro. Lâmina e saudade. Um caminho até à água. by Leonora ROSADO, In "HÁ TÉNUES SINAIS DE CRISTAL NOS ESPELHOS", Nu Limbo Edições, 2024 (English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2024)