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Where the dog goes the dog's owner goes too
Clean air
Street small business goes bankrupt
Museu da Cerâmica, garden
Museu da Cerâmica, entrance
Museu da Cerâmica, another facade
A History of the Tongue
The Ruin marries the Autumn
Village's chimney - I
Village's chimney - II
SCAR
Strike
Wash your hands often
The IMPÉRIO' steak is the Lisbon's best
RAPTURE Exhibition
ONE WAY
Autumn Nook
Look how good you were in August like you were in…
Covão dos Musaranhos, Lagoa de Óbidos
SIBYL - SIBILA
Who sells Christmas starts Christmas earlier
Highway
Enjoying the mild weather while it lasts
Skinny bodies trespass the grid holes
Saint Martin's Summer
Blocked door
The fishes if not fished, can be happier than us..…
DEATH
The monastry seen from the cloister is also magnif…
TIDE
The desire of a sunny day seating on a kitchen ben…
DIA DE MUERTOS - Una tradición Mexicana en Benfica
Nothing new on the cliff's top
PATCHWORK
Without the miller's soul the windmill will also d…
Is it the net that protects the cliff, or the clif…
FLY-KILLING PAPER
The watchmaker's counter
FOUND IN JANE KENYON'S "OTHERWISE" (*)
In this avenue, dogs aren't thirsty
Arco do Cego Garden
Passerelle
Real River
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SPECTRA
under the candlelight the memory flickers
stearin drops fall hot and misshapen
they draw spectra where we recognize ourselves
maybe not
they are twisted
random sculptures
making us yawn of amazement
and sleep
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ESPECTROS
sob a luz de velas bruxuleia a memória
pingos de estearina caem quentes e disformes
desenham espectros onde nos reconhecemos
ou talvez não
são esculturas contorcidas
aleatórias
fazem-nos bocejar de espanto
e sono
by Armando TABORDA, 2021
stearin drops fall hot and misshapen
they draw spectra where we recognize ourselves
maybe not
they are twisted
random sculptures
making us yawn of amazement
and sleep
///
ESPECTROS
sob a luz de velas bruxuleia a memória
pingos de estearina caem quentes e disformes
desenham espectros onde nos reconhecemos
ou talvez não
são esculturas contorcidas
aleatórias
fazem-nos bocejar de espanto
e sono
by Armando TABORDA, 2021
Ulrich John, Nouchetdu38, , cammino and 8 other people have particularly liked this photo
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