O VELHO !

                                          Sentado
                                          No degrau
                                          Da velha casa,
                                          Revia-se
                                          Nas gentes
                                          Que passavam,
                                          A quem saudava
                                          E sorria
                                          Sem parar,
                                          Mostrando
                                          Os dentes
                                          Amarelados,
                                          Recordando
                                          A juventude
                                          Que lhe fugia,
                                          Sem deixar
                                          Escapar
                                          Um só lamento,
                                          Que escondia
                                          Por encanto
                                          No olhar!
                                          Era assim
                                          Que descontava
                                          Mais um dia!
                                          A saudade
                                          Guardada no peito
                                          E as tristezas
                                          Atiradas ao vento!