SONG 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