# 5036

Tinha os pés descalços.
Através deles olhava o mundo.
Ter sapatos era uma forma de cegueira.
Da terra dizia ser livro.
Dos pés dizia serem olhos.
Enfiava os pés na terra húmida,
sentia-lhe as virtudes e as palavras.
Continuava o caminho
e contava estórias.

She had bare feet.
Through them she looked at the world.
Having shoes was a form of blindness.
The soil, she said it was a book.
Her feet, she said they were eyes.
She stuck her feet in the damp earth,
felt the virtues and the words.
She continued on her way
and told stories.

Texto | Text: Ana Miguel Socorro
Fotografia | Photography: Noah Jordan