RUÍNAS

                                                          despeço-me
                                                          de tudo que move

                                                          sou sombra
                                                          e febre que fere.

                                                                                  Cgurgel

                                                    

                                                              ENGRENAGEM

                                                      criar uma indiferença estúpida

                                                      ou ser solidário ao extremo.

                                                                                     Cgurgel

                                                                    HABITUÉE

                                                        durmo ao relento

                                                        dos sonhos que me levam

                                                        portos e estrelas

                                                        abrigo tudo

                                                        qual esteira

                                                        que espalha sóis e cais

                                                       e acordo

                                                       como um ingênuo florentin

                                                       celebrando luas e lendas.

                                                                                          Cgurgel

                                                                     XINFRIN 


                                                     xinfrin
                                                     tem rixa
                                                     mincha, mas tem

                                                    a rixa de xinfrin
                                                    é como lixa
                                                    que trisca, tão bem

                                                   a lixa de xinfrin
                                                   é tipo isca
                                                   que assim tão pisca
                                                   convém

                                                  assim é xinfrin
                                                  tão cheio de sim
                                                  um pouco de mim
                                                  xinfrin, xinfrin...
              
                                                                             Cgurgel

                

         

  PULSO

entrecortavas

               teu ser

como quem

   dedilha devaneios.

                        Cgurgel

                                                                       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