dolor

Por Ana Paula Perissé

                                              ensimesmada
                                              aflita
                                              pausada em gestos
                                              desnudos de sentido.


                                              enforca-se
                                              à beira
                                              de vida
                                              à luz de teu próprio
                                              crepúsculo.


                                              eu, como
                                              sombra de tantos,
                                              quero mais
                                              é viver os mundos


                                              imensidão furiosa...


                                              (dai-me, então,
                                              a seiva vívida
                                              de vidas
                                              com mil cheiros
                                              de enseadas,
                                              a baía que reverbera
                                              loucura mansa
                                              de cada onda)