REPOSIÇÃO !

      



                                         Recordo
                                         Num filme
                                         Desgastado
                                         Pelo tempo,
                                         Um miúdo feliz
                                         Que corria
                                         Por campos
                                         Montes e vales,
                                         Com sola
                                         De madeira
                                         No calçado
                                         E quase sempre
                                         Mais depressa
                                         Que o vento!
                                         Corria
                                         Para apanhar
                                         As borboletas,
                                         Caçar os grilos
                                         Nos relvados
                                         E segurar pelo rabo
                                         As sardaniscas!
                                         Jogava ao botão,
                                         Ao berlinde,
                                         Ao arco
                                         E ao pião,
                                         Cabra cega, futebol,
                                         Ao agarra
                                         E até
                                         Subia aos telhados
                                         Demonstrando
                                         Que os perigos
                                         Eram tretas!
                                         Aprendeu a ler,
                                         A escrever
                                         E a contar,
                                         Matemática
                                         Geografia,História,
                                         Religião e Moral
                                         E por fim
                                         A dar cabo
                                         Da memória!
                                         Percebeu
                                         Que havia vida
                                         Para além do horizonte
                                         E que a pulhice
                                         Toda junta,
                                          Era mais alta
                                          Que o monte!
                                          Andou na guerra,
                                          Conheceu a morte,
                                          Amou,sofreu
                                          E já velho,
                                          Continua a suportar
                                          O destino
                                          E a pouca sorte!
                                          É fácil de entender,
                                          Que o miudo era eu!