Ei! to A

 

Insana,

                                                              A raíz truncada e amorfa
                                                                        expele seiva doirada.
                                                                           Por vezes escura...
                                                                            Por outras, alva.

 

                                                               
                                                                   Como ânsia ufana
                                                                  que em seu cerne absorva
                                                                           a essência alada
                                                                          que de si ressalva

 

                                                                                 Revolta,
                                                                  na terra húmida, perfumada.
                                                                        Porosa e maleável,
                                                                     seus laníferos capilares
                                                                   perscrutando a terra solta.

Seu solo agradável

                                                                     procurando novos mares.

 

                                                                                   Esbelta,
                                                                           a flor afrodisíaca
                                                                azulinada pela aurora manhã.
                                                              Rio de cheiro doce, canção minha.
                                                                  percorre seu sonho no delta

Ser a majestade onírica,

                                                                           que, em seu afã
                                                               O universo em redor desalinha

 

No cálice deposito o sangue

                                                                   O perfume ébrio das flores
                                                                   O suave esvoaçar do vento
                                                               Deixo, de resto, apenas um seixo
                                                                          Aí, por um caminho

 

 

 Em folhas outonais

                                                                      sussurram mensagens
                                                            encriptadas nas avenidas.
                                                            Quintessências reticulares
                                                              expandindo-se em onda rítmica.

 

                                                            Ramificações venosas, endorficas,
                                                              ondulando com seus tentáculos,
                                                      suaves como donzelas dançando com a brisa
                                                      Salgada e espumosa da trindade oceânica

 

Na roda, dura, o barro faz e se desfaz

 

                                                            À passagem do tempo e do vento
                                                                Sol, chuva e nevoeiro, do atrito...
                                                               Até se desvanecer, grão de areia,
                                                                    molhada, acordado de novo
                                                                    No seu respirar incolor, inodor.

  

Num remate perfeito e audaz

                                                         na teia meticulosamente tecida
                                                                  A gota de luz líquida refulge
                                                       Vislumbra-se a ausência de sombra do sol
                                           

                                                        A teia, reticulada, gentil, rebrilha
                                                Como enxame estelar que chama à exploração
                                                             Orvalhada, goticular, prismática.

                                                                   E como o tempo se expande
                                                                  embalando uma salamandra
                                                                    em seu tranquilo humidificar.
                                                          
                                                    Que, enchendo seus poros vazios
                                                      Do maná que, húmida, a noite oferece
                                                               Procura também a plenitude

 

 Como a lua

                                                                                     E nós.