domingo, 17 de junho de 2007

Ela me sorri olhares de vergonha
Escondida no retrato espelhado, está a sua angústia
sua dor de observar o belo debaixo da chuva
Nela, nada mais

Massa de modelar nas mãos da cama que lhe acende
Não tem bola ou boneco
Brinquedo, é o pingo forte a lhe desabrigar
Fuga. Nua e feia.
Conhece as flores e o eco
Mas soa apenas o latidode fúria, impregnado na sua(?) insensatez
são pulsões, menina-eu

Um comentário:

Joshua disse...

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