vertigem de nada

Por Ana Paula Perissé

 

 

                                              ordeno o inverso
                                              de quase tudo
                                              para fazer emergir
                                              vertigens de nada,
                                              aquele arrepio
                                              à beira de cais,
 

                                              desfaço ondas
                                              ao sabor de veneno
                                              ébrio
                                              flores e descarrego
                                              sal grosso
                                              e 1`passe
                                              para maldita
                                              eterna-idade


                                              saboroso
                                              espectro
                                              de quem vive
                                              de facto
                                              com a carne
                                              exposta


                                              e dou cara à tapa
                                              ao poema
                                              farsante
                                              sado-masô


                                              em delicioso espelho
                                              a sombras de
                                              seda preta


                                              barata
                                              molhada
                                              ardida
                                              .
                                              .
                                              .
                                              gostosa