Search among Armando Taborda's articles

Antonieta Roque Gameiro, specialized sculptor of the woman body knows the feminine sensibility through her mouldering hands and settles their individual and social attitudes before the existence through the terra-cotta burning up or the everlasting

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

Springtime blue afternoon dresses the golden bodies of satin caresses inexplicably the adults from unbearable tenderness smile to winged children. Primavera tarde azul veste os corpos dourados em carícias de cetim

No land in sight I hear the rain falling on the roof but cause I didn't foresee the overflows plaguing the world my solitude is singing like a canary in a cage waiting for the Deluge /// Sem terra à vista ouço a chuva a cair no telhado mas

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

The VIOLA DELTA, Volume XLIX was developed under the theme "poems on Africa and other texts", and its edition celebrates the 30 years of these poetry notebooks. My ad hoc collaboration for the purpose consists of two poems, both written in Guinea-Bissau,

Internet Social Networks and walks around my residential neighborhood blocks are my dominant accupation. Some days I have an increased responsability: take my granddaughter to school; take her back home; give her food-bed-hygiene-cuddles; all in

Rapidly I forget the whispers of love and the bettersweet scent of entangled bodies sex more and more I assume the sensual music from the text I compose night away wraped by lavender aroma coming out of the chest where I keep my sheets. Rapidamente

Anxious and indolent I wait for the Windows update the operation takes some time and the PC will restart several times the percentage of work done so far appears on the screen just 86% I don't know if I'll have time enough to finish this solemn allusion

My eyes fly over the banks of the Hudson River while I imagine wild asparagus growing on the foundations of skyscrapers Meus olhos sobrevoam as margens do Rio Hudson enquanto imagino espargos selvagens a crescerem nos alicerces dos arranha-céus by

I would like to be methodical enough to write a diary but life goes by without worthy of record issues and I'm not daring to invent them. Monotony doesn't require diaries and the invention of something to liven it up can be a matter of common crime.

There is no shore to forsaken dreams rusty all along the transatlantic life intergalactic after death towards whatever the infinite is surely the sodium chloride other mineral salts and dust rot in the sand tides wash and carry them into deep waters

Everything starts in the mouth the weeping the speech the nourishment the love the hatred the pain and also the last breath. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TABORDA, in

BEYOND THE WINDOW ONE CAN SEE THE WHITE HORSE CLOUD WITH SUNNY MANE GALLOPING THROUGH THE TOO LONG AFTERNOON TILL BEING NIGHT IN THE DAY'S EMPTINESS PARA LÁ DA VIDRAÇA VÊ-SE A NUVEM CAVALO BRANCO COM CRINAS DE SOL A GALOPE NA TARDE QUE TARDA EM SER

(50 years later) To read the original Portuguese version click on the picture To read the English version click on www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/59 512 where this same text was firstly edited Illustration by Fernando Grade by Armando

The silence I'm talking about is so hard to conceive as the nothing if from silence comes the sound's propagation until it stops to be listen out of nothing may have been born the Universe that amazes us until we die then we are an inaudible sound that

It could be good if ugliness put on beauty and get the colour of sea indefinite light also a fascinating abyss where we breathe amphibious suddenly at a safe port of oily waters muddy of debris. It could be good if there was no

If you are a universitary professor and from the chair you speak too much and quickly about complicated subjects nobody understand your sons your parents and all close friends and relatives up to the fifth generation will judge you are a genius and the

TREES ARE THERE EVEN THOUGH SOME ARE TALLER OR BROADER THAN OTHERS WHEN FOG FALLS DOWN ALL BECOME DROWNED IN THE FOREST LIKE OUR DREAMS IN THE NIGHT AS ÁRVORES ESTÃO LÁ MESMO QUE ALGUMAS SEJAM MAIS ALTAS OU LARGAS DO QUE OUTRAS QUANDO O NEVOEIRO CAI

Music penetrates me but not peace herald of the space's dust and eternal travel I think I seize emotions but are them that arrest me. Bronze remains in my expression irony on lips ludicrous of deeds at memory. Hereditary Argonaut I