março 30, 2013

num fio

(@Abescat Charles)


 num fio
                                                                           
                                                                     
a descer
em ondulação cintilante
uma gota
um sopro
uma palavra soprada
errante
espelha o chão


procura 

o mar   
guarda de lágrimas
de chuvas e espumas ásperas

....também de amores 
renascidos em perplexas maresias



(longo é este navegar
para nunca te (des)encontrar)

(maria)

  ( *__

março 09, 2013

monólogo

imagem: Lorenzo Mattotti
                                                                          

                                                                           como vês
                                                                     o que nos separa
                                                                     não é o vermelho

 
 
                                                                        ou o tempo 
                                                                nem mesmo a distância

                                                                         porque não?
                                                                         porque sim
                                                                                           como se.
                                                                        
                                                                         pois será 
                                                                                            como se
                                                                        
                                                                         marés
                                                                        
                                                                         finitas
                                                                         as de ontem
                                                                         as seguintes
                                                                         infinitas

      
                                                                        não e sim
                                                                           agora
                                                                          depois
                                                                           muito 
                                                                          demais 
                                                                                              como se                                                            

                                                                        não existisse 
                                
                                                                        o pássaro
                                                                        a asa
                                                                        o voo
                                                                        o verde
                                                                        o azul
                                                                        o cada dia
                                                                        eterno de tão terno.
                                                                                                 
                                                                                             como se


                                                                        o quase fosse tudo                                                  
                                                                        e ainda assim mais
                                                                             

                                                                             (maria)