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sábado, 26 de junho de 2010



                                                                     SONHO


                                                                     recolher
                                                                     por entre janelas e sonos
                                                                     a fortaleza
                                                                     que
                                                                     acorda
                                                                     folhas e quintais.

                                                                                            Cgurgel

                                                                   


                                                                     PROVÍNCIA


                                                                      perco
                                                                      diariamente
                                                                      a vontade
                                                                      de descobrir
                                                                      mapas e máscaras

                                                                     o que ainda resiste
                                                                     é o sono tão profundo
                                                                     e audaz.

                                                                                               Cgurgel


                                                                  TRAMPOLIM


                                                              trago no olho
                                                              o veneno
                                                              do que a vida me deu

                                                              perto
                                                              assim bem perto
                                                              estão todos os portos
                                                              por onde singrei
                                                              olhares
                                                              despidos de ilusões e ausências.

                                                                                                  Cgurgel


                                                                            
                                                                           TÃO


                                                          pouco
                                                          tão pouco
                                                          mínimo grão

                                                          nada
                                                          tão nada
                                                          ínfimo chão

                                                          norte
                                                          tão norte
                                                          sísmico tão.

                                                                            Cgurgel
                                                         


                                                       CONTEMPORÂNEO


                                                                não sei mais
                                                                onde vou

                                                               já não acordo
                                                                        de mim

                                                               tanto faz
                                                                  ver
                                                                   ou
                                                               ouvir

                                                              pouco me
                                                                         lembro
                                                                de nada

                                                              assim
                                                                esqueço
                                                                        de mim

                                                              e do que
                                                              um dia
                                                                     valia.

                                                                        Cgurgel
                           


                                                                     TRILHA


                                                         sei
                                                         simplesmente o que sou

                                                         como uma sombra
                                                         que desce pelo meu corpo

                                                         justo
                                                         cravejado de silêncios
                                                         e da pele que desce
                                                         pelos meus pés.

                                                                             Cgurgel


                                                                  LEMBRANÇA

                                                              salve a vida
                                                              como tira gosto e torresmo
                                                              como a chuva grávida
                                                              de novidades e enfermos

                                                              salve a vida
                                                              como se fosse a rua
                                                              por onde voce
                                                              nunca passou

                                                              salve tudo da e na vida
                                                              como a boa hora de se saber
                                                              de coisas esquecidas
                                                                                e fraticidas
      
                                                              salve a sua vida
                                                              como se fosse cúmplice
                                                              de cupins
                                                               e do seu próprio lixo.

                                                                                   Cgurgel