Frio

Por Érika Batista

                                            O frio

                                            permeando nos meus cabelos

                                            Os deixa lisos

                                            lisos e belos

                                            O frio

                                            chocando-se contra minha boca

                                            A torna seca

                                            E me torna rouca

                                            O frio

                                            subindo pelo meu corpo

                                            dá arrepio

                                            Nada o detém, nada

                                            fico dura, tão congelada

                                            E, entrementes,

                                            batem meus dentes

                                            valentes combatentes

                                            até ficarem dormentes

                                            E então... fim.