Traziam poentes e estradas
A sede do horizonte os chamava. – A quem pertences tu?
Quem são os da tua casa? Assim estendia nossa avó
A caneca de água ao viajante. — They bore sunsets and roads
Thirst for the horizon called them – Who do you belong to?
Who are your people? That’s how our grandmother held out
A mug of water to the traveller Conceiçao Lima (1961 – ) Translation © Poetry Translation Centre