CALEIDOSCÓPIO


                                                                       trêmula
                                                                       é a onda
                                                                       que doma o mar e a lua
                                        
                                                                       tão dócil
                                                                       essa onda
                                                                       que sepulta
                                                                       vida e verme

                                                                       lépica
                                                                       essa onda
                                                                       que me esconde
                                                                       e rouba
                                                                       meus espantos
                                                                       e some.
                                                                  
                                                                                        Cgurgel
                                                                    
          

                                                                               PERCURSO


                                                                               por pouco
                                                                               quase nada
                                                                               passei do ponto espaço

                                                                               pulei
                                                                               para o outro lado da horda
                                                                               assim como uma corrente
                                                                               contínua
                                                                      
                                                                               hoje
                                                                               sei que nem sou
                                                                               procuro só
                                                                               pelo que passou.

                                                                                                          Cgurgel
                                                                                        

          


                                                                            ABORIGENE


                                                                       eu não sou pedra
                                                                       sou carne e osso

                                                                       e tudo
                                                                       que flutua e ouço.

                                                                                         Cgurgel

                                                                      PERISCÓPIO


                                                              liga-me
                                                              ao teu olhar
                                                              como uma lua
                                                              que flutua
                                                              entre a brisa
                                                              e o mar.

                                                                                         Cgurgel

                                

                                                                      DEMIURGO


                                                             passo o tempo
                                                             como se fora
                                                             alma

                                                             vagando
                                                             por sobre pontes
                                                             e escândalos

                                                             meu abrigo
                                                             é segredo

                                                             e o que me faz seguir adiante
                                                             é a certeza
                                                             de que um dia
                                                             acharei o que procuro.

                                                                                          Cgurgel

                                                                  PLATAFORMA


                                                              sou de uma cidade distante
                                                              que armazena avenidas e charcos

                                                              uma águia sanguinária
                                                              que esconde estações e sacrifícios

                                                              vestida do vento
                                                              como ventríloquo
                                                              de pedaços de mim

                                                              uma légua que sobrevoa
                                                              o sinal dos tempos

                                                             que cantarola ítens
                                                             como anunciação de pecados
                                                                                             e tormentas

                                                             uma cidade tão distante
                                                             como um hino de quem partiu
                                                             para sempre

                                                             e o seu sono
                                                             por ser tão profundo
                                                             aproxima abismos e séculos.

                                                                                            Cgurgel


                           

                                                                     POUCO DEMAIS


                                                                   procuro por uma névoa
                                                                   líquida e fugaz
                                                                   aquela
                                                                   que me liga
                                                                   ao mar das cores
                                                                   e das lamparinas noturnas

                                                                   uma névoa tão nova
                                                                   que move histórias e
                                                                                            esquecimentos

                                                                   que me livra de dilúvios
                                                                                   e inúmeros
                                                                                         pressentimentos
                                                                   como um rápido farol
                                                                                    de uma longínqua praia

                                                                    procuro por uma névoa
                                                                    como uma enorme língua
                                                                    que doma paixões e noites
                                                                    amêndoas e síncopes epidêmicas

                                                                    procuro pela névoa
                                                                    que revela com sua face
                                                                    a alma de quem sempre pede
                                                                    um pouco mais de paz.

                                                                                                Cgurgel