A whole summer I spent listening to that record. 
So that the emotion would not leave it 
I listened to it once a day. 
If I ended up hungry I went out to walk. 

The light sang that song in its way, 
the sea sang it, a bird 
spoke it. 
In one instant I thought: 
all this is happening to me so I might fall in love. 

Then the summer went away. 
The bird 
dryer than the branch 
didn’t open its beak again.

© 2002, António José Ponte
© Translation: Julie Flanagan

© Translation: Julie Flanagan

Photography by Abigail Berenika