segunda-feira, 20 de julho de 2015

PERFUME DE BRISA



                                De repente
                                             a chaga
                                                      cicatriza
                                                     :sentimento benfazejo
                                                                        se eterniza.

                                   Vento fagueiro
                                         asperge
                                         pela noite
                                       traço de lume
                                         e das mãos
                                          de mulher
                                                        entremeadas
                                                                  :entreatadas
                                                                                às do poeta
                                                                                      emerge
                                                                                   :surge suave
                                                                                  perfume de brisa.

♫♫♫ Somente nela - Moska

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