quarta-feira, 9 de novembro de 2011

Pão Bolorento por Dentro da Bela Viola?

Por Fabio Ramos


                                                                         Mastigando
                                                                         o nervo da carne
                                                                         como se fosse chiclete.
                                                                         É desacreditável.
                                                                         A sola do pé
                                                                         lembra uma lixa
                                                                         pedra pomes. não tem
                                                                         para resolver,
                                                                         Por pareça que incrível

                                                                         Limpando
                                                                         o rio de muco
                                                                         com essa toalha suja.
                                                                         É soda.
                                                                         Larvas de insetos
                                                                         em volta da ferida
                                                                         eu gosto. de você
                                                                         mais ou menos,
                                                                         Por dúvidas da via

                                                                         Mijando sangue
                                                                         e cagando mole
                                                                         todo santo dia
                                                                         todo dia santo

                                                                         estão te espetando
                                                                         com agulhinhas
                                                                         de vodu,
                                                                         Mas o penico
                                                                         foi esvaziado.
                                                                         iór uelcâm madafáquer

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