# 4726

A casa da praia estava gasta
Nas suas imagens
De paredes brancas
Cortinas esvoaçantes
Madeiras estaladas
Na luz que lhe entrava
Sob as portas e janelas
Pela manhã
Mas a casa da praia
Era o verão irredutível
Por muitas voltas
Que lhe desse
Se a quisesse lembrar
Nos meses frios
Era assim
E nos poemas de Sophia
Que a encontrava

The beach house was worn out
In its images
Of white walls
Flowing curtains
Cracked woods
In the light that entered it
Under doors and windows
By morning
But the beach house
Was the irreducible summer
For as many turns
I would give it
If I wanted to remember it
In the cold months
It was like this
And in Sophia’s poems
Would find it

Texto | Text: Maria Moreno
Fotografia | Photography: Ana Martins