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

O  Vale da Solidão
No  final  da  encosta                                                                                                                                                                         começa  um  pântano                                                                                                                                      inferno  perdido                                                                                                                                                                                                                               morada  de  desabrigados                                                                                                                                                                                               pelo  destino                                                                                                                          Lá  o  luar                                                                                                                                                                                    tem  um  brilho  sinistro                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              e  as  estrelas                                                                                                                                                                                                 são  lembranças  apagadas                                                                                                                                                                                              de  um  tempo                                                                                                                                                                                            para  sempre  perdido                                                                                                                 Um  espaço  limitado                                                                                                                                                            um  tempo  paralisado                                                                                                                                    um  irremediável  tédio                                                                                                                                                            uma  angustia  sem  rima                                                                                                           É  o  Vale  da  Solidão                                                                                                                                                                           escondido  entre  vapores                                                                                                                                                  que  beiram  o  delírio                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     em  meio                                                                                                                                                                                   a  mais  funesta  escuridão                                                                                                                                                            E  foi  uma  ausência                                                                                                                                                                                       que  criou                                                                                                                                                                                grades  irremovíveis                                                                                                                                                                  dores  e  suplícios                                                                                                                                                                intangíveis
Alessa David

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