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

Obscuramente  Vago
Obscuro  e  vago                                                                                                                                                                                                 sem  destino                                                                                                                                                                       Vago  pela  noite                                                                                                                                                  Ruas  escuras
O  chão  molhado                                                                                                                                                  Lágrimas                                                                                                                                                                                           O  vento  gelado                                                                                                                                                Saudades
De  repente                                                                                                                                                                    vagar  devagar                                                                                                                                                       por  entre  labirintos                                                                                                                                                                                        do  pensamento                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Confusões  lamentos
Sem  sol ,  sem  lua                                                                                                                                             sozinha  desamparada                                                                                                                                                                                                                    na  estreita  rua  escura
Desconforto  desencanto                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            busca  que  faz  surgir                                                                                                                                                                                  o  pranto                                                                                                                                                                           Vago  sem  acalanto

Alessa David

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