# 4107

O sol espalhou o seu restolhar de cor
A lua fez-se uma só paisagem
A terra aumentou o seu tonto rodar
As pessoas descobriram que a felicidade não tinha ruído
As aves nadaram nos rios
Os peixes cantaram os prantos
Os cavalos semearam os céus
As nuvens floresceram nos solos
E a poesia nasceu nas entrelinhas do novo mundo.

The sun spread its stubble of color
The moon became a single landscape
The earth increased its silly spinning
The people discovered that happiness had no noise
The birds swam in the rivers
The fish sang their wails
The horses sowed the skies
The clouds bloomed in the soil
And poetry was born between the lines of the new world.

Texto | Text: Ana Miguel Socorro
Fotografia | Photography: Teresa Marques dos Santos