DE UM SOPRO…(XXXII)

                                                           …há sempre mais luz e sol brilhante

                                                              quando a poesia sai

                                                              furtiva e serena

                                                              pela ponta dos dedos

                                                               escorrendo pela pena…

De um sopro…

                                                               …há sempre calçadas pisadas,

                                                                 encolhidas de dor

                                                                  quando um poema

                                                                 goteja mensagem

                                                                 pelo corpo do lexema-coragem…

De um sopro…

                                                                …o poema pára no teu sorriso,

                                                                   nascimento e percurso da alegria

                                                                   que brota no desabrochar

                                                                   do viso da flor branca-rubra,

                                                                   que me perturba…  

De um sopro

                                                                      …fico à porta dos teus enigmas…

                                                                      …sonho paisagens-estigmas…

                                                                      …deixo nascer  POESIA…

Marilisa Ribeiro-OUT/011-C13N