FELIZ ANO NOVO 2015

                                                                       ano novo

                                                                       novo ano

                                                                       dia a dia

                                                                       tarde a tarde

                                                                       noite a noite

                                                                       o tempo aniquilando

                                                                       o corpo

                                                                       pervertendo a vida

                                                                       esvaindo

                                                                       entre nossos dedos

                                                                       festejamos

                                                                       com boas expectativas

                                                                       por que não?

                                                                       se nosso destino

                                                                       é viver e esperar

                                                                       trabalhar para grandes

                                                                       e pequenos acontecimentos

                                                                       excessivamente

                                                                       e com exaustão

                                                                       em segredo talvez

                                                                       e quem sabe

                                                                       não fazendo nada

                                                                       por sorte ou azar

                                                                       sobreviveremos.

                                      BONNE ANNÉE 2015

                                   an nouveau

                                   nouvel an

                                   jour à jour

                                   soir à soir

                                   nuit à nuit

                                   le temps détruisant

                                   le corps

                                   pervertissant la vie

                                   s’écoulant

                                   à travers nos doigts

                                   on fête

                                   quand même

                                   avec de bonnes expectatives

                                    pourquoi pas?

                                   si notre destin

                                   est de vivre et d’attendre

                                   travailler pour de grandes

                                   et petits événements

                                   en excès

                                   épuisement

                                   en secret peut-être

                                   ou en faisant rien

                                   et avec probalité

                                   chance ou malchance

                                   on survivra.

 Adalberto de Oliveira Souza

                                                                      NATAL 2014

                                               e vem o Natal

                                               multicor

                                               invariável

                                               persistente

                                               recordando outros

                                               passados

                                               e prenunciando

                                               outros

                                               que talvez virão

                                               e chega o Natal

                                               recordando sonhos

                                               e devaneios da infância

                                               e de repente

                                               despertamos

                                               e mais que provável

                                               que tenhamos como presente

                                               um ano a mais

                                               a preencher

                                               inexoravelmente.

Adalberto de Oliveira Souza

                                                           ENCONTRO

                                                           Na chuva

                                                           os vãos.

                                                           Para fora de si

                                                           de dentro a bruma

                                                           o relâmpago

                                                           apaga o momento

                                                           estatiza a dor

                                                           do dia, diríamos

                                                           da espera que gorou

                                                           e que agora

                                                           sangra na veia

                                                           na simples chuva

                                                           na enxurrada

                                                           e me carrega

                                                           para mim.

Adalberto de Oliveira Souza

                                                           DURANTE UMA AUSÊNCIA

                                                           tudo pode acontecer,

                                                           roubos, estupros,

                                                           assassinatos,

                                                           devaneios, pesadelos,

                                                           camuflagens,

                                                           capturas,

                                                           corrosões,

                                                           festas conclusas e inconclusas,

                                                           multicores, incolores,

                                                           efusivas,

                                                           profusivas, evasivas,

                                                           etapas gloriosas

                                                           outras sem graça.

                                                           Mesmo o tédio

                                                           pode pedir presença

                                                           durante uma ausência.

                                                           Algo se impõe

                                                           e ocorre,

                                                           desconhecido, às vezes,

                                                           conhecido, mas reconhecido, embora

                                                           nem sempre.

                                                           O desconhecido sempre se apresenta.

                                                           A ausência pode doer

                                                           para o ausente, assim como,

                                                           para o que não se ausentou.

                                                           Garças voam,

                                                           sapos coaxam,

                                                           serpentes sibilam.

                                                           Vamos ficar tranquilos,

                                                           silenciosos,

                                                           nunca poderemos

                                                           evitar ausências.

Adalberto de Oliveira Souza

DESFECHO

Que solução senão

arder-se

nas chamas dos instantes.

Solver-se

lento

e definitivo.

Sem esperar,

sem pactuar,

apenas

sucumbir,

deixar-se-ir.

Adalberto de Oliveira Souza

ESTAR

                                                           Aqui estamos como

                                                           vocês (párias, irmãos),

                                                           esquecidos.

                                                           Entre nós

                                                           a surpresa diária

                                                           oferecida pelo acúmulo.

                                                           Espremidos, triturados

                                                           em nossas carnes amanhecidas.

                                                           Poderíamos até sorrir

                                                           se não estivéssemos

                                                           cobertos de fuligem.

Adalberto de Oliveira Souza

Adalberto de Oliveira Souza

                                               ANIVERSÁRIO

Do Adalberto para o Gama

                                               Parabéns a você,

                                               nessa infinitude de dias

                                               que um dia findarão

                                               (mas isso não se diz

                                               e tampouco se pensa)

                                               por isso é preciso festejar

                                               garbosamente

                                               este momento

                                               vamos soltar rojões

                                               brindar e comemorar

                                               a passagem cruel do tempo

                                               que tanto nos trouxe

                                               e esperar (como sempre)

                                               o que nos trará

                                               com otimismo e galhardia

                                               a vida voltas dá

                                               e desatando nós

                                               num carrossel implacável

                                               ingenuamente vamos girando

                                               esperando

                                               esperando

  Adalberto de Oliveira Souza

                                                                UMA CIDADE

                                                           Cair nesse labirinto

                                                           é sortilégio.

                                                           Atrás de alguma curva

                                                           há algo escondido.

                                                           É preciso subir,

                                                           descer.

                                                           Por fim, uma rede se mostra,

                                                           já gasta, mas firme.

                                                           Lento o tempo prendeu-se

                                                           nessas teias.

                                                           Tocamos seus vãos,

                                                           seus vários mistérios.

                                                           Turistas atraídos ou distraídos

                                                           se prendem, mas se soltam.

                                                           Dentro dessa cidade,

                                                           há um resplendor que

                                                           todos procuram.

                                                           Sombras antigas,

                                                           nas suas tantas janelas,

                                                           nas suas portas.

                                                           Uma contida indiscrição

                                                           convida-nos a decifrá-la

                                                           e rever seus segredos

                                                           irrevelados.

 Adalberto de Oliveira Souza

                                                           ENCONTRO

                                                           Na chuva

                                                           os vãos.

                                                           Para fora de si

                                                           de dentro a bruma

                                                           o relâmpago

                                                           apaga o momento

                                                           estatiza a dor

                                                           do dia, diríamos

                                                           da espera que gorou

                                                           e que agora

                                                           sangra na veia

                                                           na simples chuva

                                                           na enxurrada

                                                           e me carrega

                                                           para mim.