Posts from junho, 2014

Aprender a só ser

 

 

 

“Eu preciso aprender a só ser” (Gilberto Gil), com Zizi Possi

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nF7CZxmXuk[/youtube]

 

 

 

 

À Tarde

 

          Adalberto de Oliveira Souza

Adalberto

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                           À TARDE

 

 

                                                           O olhar que não vê

                                                           que não atravessa

                                                           que não diz.

                                                           A parede nua,

                                                           a chuva,

                                                           a neblina

                                                           que envolve

                                                           o momento

                                                           o não dizer

                                                           o já dito talvez.

                                                           Nada se diz de todo.

                                                           A parede nua.

                                                           O vidro, a separação, o limite

                                                           que prende, protege e libera

                                                           o que existe, o que magoa.

                                                           A parede nua.

 

                                                           O olhar que vê

                                                           que atravessa.

                                                           que diz.

                                                           O espelho,

                                                           o olhar, o espelho.

                                                           O vidro.

                                                           O momento.

 

                                                           A névoa deste instante

                                                           separa, magoa, retém,

                                                           realiza

                                                           no chão

                                                           que segura

                                                           que prende

                                                           possivelmente

                                                           sofre a luz

                                                           que alimenta

                                                           e a parede nua.

 

                                                           A rua,

                                                           a sua,

                                                           a lua,

                                                           inexistente,

                                                           transparente,

                                                           só.

 

                                                           Agora e sempre,

                                                           impreterivelmente.

 

Pelo sonho é que vamos 2