In atividade

Por Daniella Caruso Gandra

                                       O sono

                                           Vem,

                                            Tenta,

                                             O pensamento fragmenta,

                                              O horizonte se propõe às pálpebras,

                                               E o respirar diminui as notas.

 

                                        O corpo

                                           Toma o leito,

                                              Pauseia anseios,

                                               Rememora histórias,

                                               E sorri ou chora.

 

                                        E o despertar

                                              Não desperdiça

                                                a chance

                                                  de se reinventar.