Pacata

Por Érika Batista

 

 

                                            Essa lua, por trás desse pinheiro

                                            Traz algo estranho,

                                            Algo de verdadeiro

                                            Essa lua, por trás desse coqueiro

                                            Tão tropical

                                            tão quente o ano inteiro 

                                            Essa lua, por sobre o pau-brasil

                                            Adorna esse lindo

                                            céu azul-anil

                                            Essa lua, por trás desse chorão

                                            É melancólica

                                            inflada de emoção 

                                            Lua de prata

                                            cheia, amarelada

                                            emoldurada

                                            num céu azul

                                            sem nuvens, nu