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sexta-feira, 7 de maio de 2010


                                                                       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