Sunday, August 16, 2009

Antonio Jose Ponte

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.

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