campos e pálpebras

Por Ana Paula Perissé

                                              insone campos
                                              minados
                                              a despejar tiros
                                              de pálpebras
                                              outrora iluminadas


                                              a vagabundear
                                              pelo traço
                                              ultimo
                                              de uma lágrima
                                              esquecida


                                              quando jorram
                                              já inerte
                                              agitam-se
                                              pelo devir
                                              de cada sonho
                                              a se fazer


                                              ainda.