TÁCITO

Não ofusco

:em verdade

busco

o gosto atípico

:fosco

:rústico

:semi-cítrico

do lábio-a-lábio

nu

e

cru

que

desemboca

no boca-a-boca

áspero

:ácido

:abrupto

:tácito

entre

o ímpeto

e

a

insana calmaria

sob

o céu da Mouraria

Guardião de Quimeras - Copyright©2016.

♫♫♫  Two Steps From Hell - Ocean Princess

AO DENTE

                      Vou
                     me ater

                       a ter

                   o simples

                :beijo ardente

                    :mamilo 

                       ao 

                     dente

                        e

                       tudo 

                      aquilo

                       que 

                        de

                         ti

                        for 

                     simples 

                      assim.

Guardião de Quimeras - Copyright©2016.

 ♫♫♫ Jardim das Acácias II - Zé Ramalho

AMPLEXO & ERRANTE

                                            AMPLEXO

                                            Eis o reflexo
                                       : o mais relevante
                                                relevo
                                      de teu mais amplo
                                               amplexo.

 

                     Um mapear
                                      dos escombros
                                                      : das sobras
                                             das sombras
                                             da dobradura
                                            de teus ombros. 

♫♫♫ Of Monsters and Men - Dirty Paws
_______________________________________________________________
                                                             

                                                         ERRANTE
                                                         
                                                           O poeta
                                                    é um ser pensante
                                                   a errar pelo caminho
                                                                 e
                                                            por ele
                                                                   continua errante
                                                                    : quase sempre
                                                                           sozinho.

♫♫♫ Fool's Overture - Roger Hodgson

POTÁVEL

 Não busco
             qualquer amor.
                              Muito menos
                                                 um amor qualquer.
                       
                                                      Para matar-me
                                                             a sede
                                                             quero
                                                           :espero
                                                      por um amor
                                                           denso
                                                         :potável
                                                            :vivo
                                                         :palpável
                                                          :imenso.

                                                           Mesmo
                                                              que
                                                        provavelmente
                                                          improvável.

                                                 
                                                       Seja pois
                                                                   por ela
                                                                               o Amar
                                                                                         em mim
                                                                                                :imensurável.
                                                        Perene sensação
                                                           a inundar-me
                                                                 assim
                                                              :sem nexo.
                         Incontestável.
                                           Inexorável.
                                                         Filho único
                                                                da
                                                       Mãe-Eternidade
                                                               com
                                                        o Pai-Sem-Fim. 
♫♫♫ Fito Paez & Moska - Hermanos

60“

                                                          Um minuto
                                                   : sessenta segundos.
                                                         Parece pouco
                                                          - mas eles -
                                                          os segundos
                                                           são muitos
                                                      apesar de miúdos.
                
                                                           Tudo isso
                                                        quando se toma
                                                         por referência
                                                        o breve espaço
                                                                entre
                                                        a última palavra
                                                          e a reticência
                                                                 ...
                                                                que
                                                             não sei
                                                                 se
                                                          por capricho
                                                                ou
                                                             maldade
                                                             prolonga
                                                            ainda mais
                                                            a já longa
                                                             saudade.

♫♫♫  Tiago Iorc part. Humberto Gessinger: Alexandria