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