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

Desapontamento
Hoje  o  sol   fora                                                                                                                                                                                                                        me  pareceu                                                                                                                                                                                                     um  tanto  quanto                                                                                                                                                      cinzento  e  apagado                                  Dentro  de  mim                                                                                                                                                                  não  consigo  encontrar                                                                                                                                                                                                        nem  sequer                                                                                                                                                                              uma  lembrança  boa                                                                                                                                                               um  passado                                                Estou  oca                                                                                                                                                                                       cheia  de  ecos                                                                                                                                                                                     tudo  sem  cor                                                                                                                                                                        quase  não  é                                                                                                                                                                 mais  dor                                                       Penso  que  parei                                                                                                                                                                                                        de  respirar                                                                                                                                                     de  existir                                                                                                                                                                                      de  sentir                                                                                                                                                         de  sonhar                                                                                                                                                                             de  viver                                                                                                                                                                                                               e  finalmente                                                                                                                                                                                                                              de  insistir                                                                                                                                                                                  e  de  mentir                                                        Espero                                                                                                                                                                                  o  inesperável                                                                                                                                                       busco                                                                                                                                                                                        o  inalcançável                                                                                                                                                        

procuro                                                                                                                                                                                                                      o  inexistente  óbvio                                                                                                                                                                                            Ah,  se  pelo  menos                                                                                                                                                                                                   eu  sentisse  ódio !                                                                                                Me  encontrei  em  meio                                                                                                                                                                                    à  minhas  ilusões, utopias                                                                                                                                                                            É  mais  um  ciclo                                                   que   se  encerra                                                                                                                                                                  Final  do  mal                                                                                                                                                                             e  começo  de  uma  nova  era                               Não  sei  dizer                                                                                                                                                                              se  ainda  é  tristeza                                                                                                                                                                                talvez  decepção                                                                                                                                                      alguma  lição...                                            Quero  ver  o  sol                                                                                                                                                     Amanhãs ...                                                                                                                                                                 Apagar                                                                                                                                                                                            outros  sóis                                                                                                                                                                 e  muitos  ontens                                             Quero  um  sol                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            que  venha                                                                                                                                                                                     me  furar  os  olhos                                                                                                                                                                       Quero  toda  clareza                                                                                                                                                               Para  que  assim                                                                                                                                                                                 eu  possa  ver                                                                                                                                                                      alguma  beleza   
Alessa David

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