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.
Translations of this Poem
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
About this poem
This poem, representing Sao Tome and Principe, is part of The Written World – our collaboration with BBC radio to broadcast a poem from every single nation competing in London 2012.