Eterna busca

                                          Presa

                                          na tela azul

                                          da amplitude

                                          a ave bate asas

                                          procurando

                                          a

                                          liberdade.

                                                                   26.08.13      @Cida@

Presságio

                                        Penso no peso das noites

                                        a pesar-me nos ombros

                                        apesar

                                        das claras manhãs

                                        vindouras.

                                      
                                        Pesadelo!


                                                                         26aug/13  @@   Cida@@

Estimativa

                                                                      Vale o que a pena lavra?

 

 

                                                                      Escrever a pena

 

 

 

 

                                                                      vale

 

 

 

                                                                     de quê?

Aug2013                                                                                              @cida @

Dia dos Pais

                                                                    Conta-me da saudade

 

 

                                                                    com tantas contas

 

 

                                                                    de

 

 

                                                                    lágrimas

 

 

                                                                    sobrevivemos os dois

 

 

                                                                    em dimensões

 

 

                                                                    tão

 

 

                                                                    distantes,

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                    papai!

 

 

                                                                                   Aug11/2013         @ cida @

 

 

 

 

Confessionário

                                                         Nem  culpa


                                                         nem arrependimento


                                                         A Outra me olhando


                                                         pelos cantos


                                                         nos olhos


                                                        admira-se do meu despropósito.

                                                        
                                                                                                                     01Aug/13  @ Cida @ 

Toque

                                                           Entre sem bater



                                                           docemente



                                                           deslizando



                                                           entre minhas mãos.  
                                                                  

                                                             02aug2013     @  Cida @

Re- união

                                                               Em caso de descaso

 

                                                               caso de novo

 

...
                                                                todos

                                                                os

 

                                                                ver

 

                                                                 sos.

                                                                                                   Aug2013   @ Cida  @

Atropelo

                                       
                                                Risco

                                                mais que arrisco

 

                                                Confisco

 

                                                de mim 

                                                o melhor que

 

                                                poderia

 

                                                ter  

 

 

                                                sido.                                                     Aug2013    @  Cida  @

Domingo

                                                       Ontem

 

                                                  O sol mergulhou de cabeça



                                                   no teto azul do infinito

                                                  e enrubesceu tímidas fachadas.

                                                 Hoje

                                               

                                                estão sujas de cinzas



                                                as ruas.




                                                       
 

                                                                                   Aug2013                  @  Cida @