VIAGEM SEM REGRESSO!

                                          Sinto
                                          Que a vida
                                          Me foge,
                                          Entre os dedos
                                          Entrelaçados,
                                          Num Outono
                                          Quase Inverno,
                                          Mais passado
                                          Que futuro,
                                          Presente envenenado,
                                          Pela certeza
                                          Da partida
                                          E de um fim
                                          Que é prematuro!
                                          Saudade
                                          Do nosso segredo,
                                          Viagem
                                          Que é degredo,
                                          Desejo
                                          Sempre adiado!
                                          Parte a alma,
                                          Mas fica a obra
                                          No alto do meu monte,
                                          Onde o amor sobra,
                                          Resta tempo
                                          Para te dar um beijo
                                          E a noite ´
                                          É sempre mais calma!