alquimia do ser

Porque reclamar da tristeza, se dela se faz a alquimia, transforma o amargo do ser em favos de poesia.

Para fazer a transmutação, basta você querer.

terça-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2011

1994                                                                                                                          Foram  precisos                                                                                                                                                                    seis  anos                                                                                                                                                                oito  quilos  a  mais                                                                                                                                                                  e  algum  desânimo                                                                                                                                                      Foi preciso  uma  filha                                                                                                                                                           e  cinco  casas,  sendo                                                                                                                                                                                                                       três  no  mesmo  bairro,                                                                                                                                                          a  penúltima  casa  fuga                                                                                                                                                                      a  última  casa  transição                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                hoje  meu  santuário                                                                                                             Foram  preciso                                                                                                                                                             quatro  livros  de  poesia                                                                                                                                                     uma  gastralgia                                                                                                                                                                       e  agravantes  na  miopia                                                                                                                                                Depois  incontáveis  prevaricações                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        que  conservo  até  os  dias  de  hoje                                                                                                                      Foi  preciso  a  aquisição                                                                                                                                                                            de  uma  consciência  política,                                                                                                                                                      de  um  bom  gosto  musical                                                                                                                                                 e  de  incontáveis  garrafas  de  cerveja ,                                                                                                                                                                            lubrificante   social  que  mantenho  até  os  dias  de  hoje                                                                                                        Mas   primeiro  foi  preciso  um  desencontro  com  a  sanidade                                                                                                               pra  depois  o  muito  necessário  encontro  com  a  psicologia                                                                                                    que  me  mostrou  as  sementes  que  me  fizeram  uma  criança  trágica  como  um  cacto                                                                                 

Alessa David

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