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
2 comments:
Gorgeous post Diane! Nice poem and I like the photos too, especially the second one: it reminds me the long walks along the sea, smelling the fresh air, enjoying the soft music of the waves breaking on the sand...
kisses and hugs!
It makes me very happy to see how it makes you feel...
Thank you sweet Rosa xoxo
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