DÚVIDAS VELADAS

  

                                                                             Fito

                                                                       o       pavio

                                                                recostado na parede

                                                           da      chama     bêbada

                                                       da    vela    que        oscila

                                                  na        brisa         da         noite

                                               com    cheiro   de   terra      úmida 

                                            Flecha                         incandescente

        -  escrava     de     um      filamento - 

                                       é      clarão      que      chora    a    brotar

                                     da                cera                   transparente

                                    purgando    lágrimas   de  mágoa   silente

                                Num             quarto                        vazio

                             paredes           brancas                 mudas  

                            revestidas   de    sombras       bambas

                             não      respondem     às     questões

                              que   ardem    em   minha   mente

                                 Meus        olhos             são

                                   testemunhas impotentes  

                                     a       seguir     a    luz

                                        da   vela    trêmula

                                             que     vacila

                                                  e  morre 

                                                   quando

                                                    roubo

                                                     o ar

                                           que   lhe   aviva

                                           e fico no escuro

                                           à           procura

                                           de       respostas

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Publicado em Antologia de Poesias Prêmio Prof. Sebastião Ferraz de Campos. Associação de Escritores de Bragança Paulista - ASES (coord.) Piracicaba - SP: Editora Degaspari, 2002 - p.10-11