LAMPO

                                                  rude
                                                 e cósmico
                                                 são todos os portos

                                                 como
                                                 o furto
                                                 de abraços
                                                 e abrigos.

                                                                                Cgurgel

                                                             O ÚLTIMO TREM

                                                             o último trem
                                                             já não me quer

                                                             sou
                                                             um fóssil de vermes

                                                             e a luz
                                                             que a cada dia
                                                             renasce

                                                             me faz sonhar
                                                             com a dor
                                                             e o sofrimento
                                                             de um porão que sangra.

                                                                                         Cgurgel

                                                                 IN VITRO

                                                           um dia
                                                           pensei que podia mudar o mundo

                                                          hoje
                                                          vivo de recados.

                                                                                                      Cgurgel

                                                             NOTURNA CITY


                                                    a cidade
                                                    tão velha
                                                    despeja
                                                    sonâmbulas fendas

                                                   a cidade
                                                   é uma doença contemporânea

                                                   que escala
                                                   o muro
                                                   de uma
                                                   vergonha incontida

                                                  uma cidade
                                                  tem o perfil
                                                  do bigode
                                                  dos homens perdidos

                                                 uma cidade que se perde
                                                 é uma lenda secular
                                                 que suspira lassidões
                                                 e a buzina
                                                 de um automóvel
                                                 que chora.

                                                                                       Cgurgel

                                                                          TEIA

                                                              declaro
                                                              que já nem sei mais quem sou

                                                              o que ainda réstia
                                                              é só a palavra
                                                              que nem me basta.

                                                                                          Cgurgel
                                   
                                                                                            

                                                                    INDIVÍDUOS

                                                      indivíduos
                                                     são todos aqueles
                                                     que rezam pelos outros

                                                     com velas acesas
                                                     prontas para explodir.

                                                                             Cgurgel

 

                                                                 VAGALUME


                                                  vago
                                                  como quem vaga
                                                  entre o lume
                                                  e as estrelas

                                                  vago
                                                  o lago
                                                  que das estrelas
                                                  é lume

                                                  e nado
                                                  entre o lago
                                                  e o vagalume.

                                                                           Cgurgel