A AURORA

                                                           A cinza esparramada.

                                                           Depois do espasmo,

                                                           do amargo suco consumido.

                                                           O panorama refeito

                                                           daquele presépio

                                                           independente da rua

                                                           do trânsito.

                                                           Pois na sua mão,

                                                           na sua palma

                                                           (carnal ou vegetal)

                                                           estoura uma aurora

                                                           que brilha,

                                                           que brilha,

                                                           e talvez não murche.

Adalberto de Oliveira Souza