mordida de lábio

Por Ana Paula Perissé

 

 

                                            e vai que ela viaja
                                            de vez.

                                            ( e aí, moço?)

                                            profetizando horizontes
                                            ciscando na boléia
                                            de sua vida
                                            avulsa

                                            a falha que
                                            a trouxe de
                                            volta
                                            aqui.

                                            ciranda muda.
                                            vento sem roda.

                                            (1´poente na prôa:
                                            sem mais azul
                                            abaixo)

                                            ele mordisca.