26.7.08

CLIMATÉRIO


Mãos em debulhados
e a pele densa
destilando lenta
sumos doces
pois que
o ímpeto dos átrios clama
mesmo áspero
uma noite voraz.

Eia grão
de brotadura imolada
onde possuir é mais
que um simples ter.

Sereno fogo
ateando ímpar
um maduro exílio
a dois.

Célio Pedreira

4 comentários:

Jardene Diogenes disse...

Perfeita...Fico muito feliz a cada poesia lida e mais por saber que feita por alguem da nossa terra.
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