MISSÃO



                                           o que me invade
                                           são pregos retorcidos
                                           de uma cruz
                                           que o tempo
                                           corrói

                                          e esses pregos
                                          tão suicídas
                                          e silenciosos
                                          
                                         causam
                                         ao redor
                                         da minha pele

                                         o compadrio
                                         do que a dor
                                         esconde.

                                         Cgurgel

 

               

LUSTRE

                             

                                          vivo

                                          de remendos

                                          achincalhes

                                          e poltronas

                                         

                                          sou

                                          como

                                          uma asa

                                          no ar

                                          desprovido

                                          de memória

                                          e glória

                                         vivo

                                         do passado

                                         como quem

                                         cata fotos 

                                         e morre.

                                         Cgurgel