Tomás sat down on the dusty floor. His grandfather had not just repaired roofs. He had been a poet. A quiet one.
Then came the letter from the junta de freguesia. His grandfather’s house, in a village so deep in the Alentejo that the internet was a rumor, needed to be cleared out by the end of the month. “A formality,” the letter called it. Tomás knew it was a death sentence for memory. dicionário oxford português