AMÔR EM PÓ !

                                          Maldita
                                          Sensação
                                          De tristeza,
                                          Que levita
                                          À minha volta,
                                          Enche
                                         De pobreza
                                         O espirito,
                                         Rouba da alma
                                         A ilusão
                                         E alimenta
                                         Um grito
                                         De revolta!
                                         Triste
                                         E cada vez
                                         Mais só,
                                         Mas senhor
                                         Do meu destino,
                                         Até que
                                         Me reduzam
                                         A pó
                                         Na picada
                                         Do amôr!