MÃE,MULHER E AMIGA!!!

                                       Não esqueço
                                       A melodia
                                       Da tua voz,
                                       A brancura
                                       Do teu sorriso,
                                       A ternura
                                       Do olhar,
                                       A mentira piedosa
                                       E até
                                       O ar seráfico
                                       De quem mente,
                                       Ou inventa uma cantiga,
                                       Na feliz cumplicidade,
                                       Da Mulher,
                                       Mãe e Amiga!
                                       Na verdade,
                                       Hoje é outro dia
                                       E o tempo
                                       Não vai parar!
                                       Vivo o presente
                                       Já cansado,
                                       A sonhar
                                       Com o passado
                                       E sem ilusões
                                       No futuro,
                                       Á espera do momento
                                       De cumprir
                                       O velho desejo,
                                       De te oferecer
                                       Um beijo,
                                       Antes de me deixar afogar
                                       No mar de tormento,
                                       Do mundo louco
                                       Da minha saudade!
                                      

APETENCIAS!!!

                                 Apetece-me
                                 Escrever um poema
                                 Na areia escaldante
                                 Da minha praia,
                                 Procurar a liberdade
                                 No céu azul
                                 Do meu Abril,
                                 Guardar a sete chaves
                                 O meu lema
                                 De paz,rigor
                                 E de verdade,
                                 Lançar uma canção
                                 Ao vento Norte,
                                 Transformar a ilusão
                                 Em realidade
                                 E sonhar
                                 Que um dia,
                                 A vida vence a morte!
                                 E no entanto,
                                 Apanhei a onda errada,
                                 Sem força,sem espuma
                                 E sem retorno,
                                 Que transforma
                                 A brisa fresca
                                 Em vento morno
                                 E a virtude do amor
                                 Num mar de pranto!
                                

O ZERO!!!

                                      Sou escravo
                                      De um sentimento,
                                      Meio amor
                                      Meio ódio,
                                      Dúvida metódica
                                      Da essencia da vida,
                                      Estrofe perdida
                                      Em poema louco!
                                      Sou pássaro
                                      Em gaiola dourada,
                                      Que serrou as grades
                                      E bateu as asas,
                                      Voando sem destino,
                                      Rente ao céu,
                                      Rumo ao nada!
                                      Sou fogueira
                                      De pouca chama
                                      Sem cinza,nem brasas,
                                      Com fumo negro
                                      Onde cresce o insulto
                                      E crepita o lamento!
                                      Não sei porque espero!
                                      Talvez pelo momento
                                      Em que sem eira
                                      Nem beira,
                                      Me proibam o sonho
                                      E me reduzam ao zero!

A MORTE DO POETA!!!

                                       Estão congeladas,
                                       As pétalas
                                       Das minhas rosas,
                                       Brancas,amarelas
                                       E encarnadas,
                                       No jardim
                                       Que já foi meu!
                                       Fogem os versos,
                                       Morrem as prosas,
                                       Rolam as lágrimas,
                                       Nascem as dúvidas
                                       E já nem as rosas
                                       Olham para mim!
                                       Fica o poema,
                                       Mas dobram os sinos,
                                       Porque o poeta morreu!

                                      

ILUSÃO PERDIDA!!!

                                         Morreu contigo,
                                         O sonho
                                         De ser dono do mundo
                                         E do reino do amôr!
                                         Acabou por morrer,
                                         A maior ilusão
                                         Que alguém pode ter,
                                         De ser escravo e senhor,
                                         No sonho vivido
                                         Em coma profundo!
                                         Acabou de morrer,
                                         A velha emoção
                                         Que me mantinha vivo
                                         Na crista das ondas,
                                         Nas asas do vento,
                                         Bem perto da Lua
                                         E não longe de ti!
                                         Fica um lamento,
                                         Resta a saudade,
                                         A triste realidade
                                         E a tua imagem
                                         Ao fundo da rua
                                         Onde quero morrer,
                                         Porque foi lá
                                         Que nasceu a miragem
                                         Que ontem vivi!
                                        

PRESENTE!!!

                              Quero
                              Vencer a solidão,
                              E a saudade latente
                              Que não me larga,
                              Esquecer
                              O que não passou
                              De uma ilusão,
                              Andar,
                              Andar sem parar
                              Sempre em frente,
                              Esquecer o passado
                              E desprezar o futuro,
                              Para viver em pleno
                              O meu presente,
                              Mesmo sabendo
                              Que é bem duro!
                               

MENSAGEM LUNAR!!!

                                           Corto
                                           As amarras
                                           Que me prendem
                                           Ao cais
                                           Da hipocrisia,
                                           Parto
                                           No barco da vida
                                           E num mar
                                           De incerteza,
                                           Levo a esperança
                                           E liberto
                                           A tristeza,
                                           À espera do dia
                                           Em que chegue
                                           A bonança,
                                           Ou que a tempestade
                                           Me leve de vez
                                           Ao mar da saudade
                                           Do velho deserto,
                                           Onde repousa nua
                                           Toda a verdade
                                           Dourada pelo Sol,
                                           E soprada pelo vento
                                           Me chega a mensagem
                                           Que escreveste na Lua!
                                          

QUERO VOLTAR!!!

                                   Sorriso
                                   Nos lábios,
                                   Alma a sangrar,
                                   Deprimido,
                                   Talvez frustrado,
                                   Digo adeus
                                   Uma vez mais,
                                   Sem saber
                                   Se quero voltar,
                                   Talvez escondido,
                                   Ainda magoado,
                                   Mas com o sorriso
                                   Nos lábios
                                   E a alma a cantar!

CORRIDA DA MORTE!!!

                                          Não sei
                                          Porque ainda corro
                                          Num mundo
                                          Que não é meu,
                                          Quase exausto,
                                          Ao lado da morte!
                                          Talvez
                                          Porque se parar
                                          Sei que morro,
                                          Cumprindo a sorte
                                          Que Deus me deu!
                                        
                                    
                                     
                                         

SONHO QUE MORREU!!!

                                               Viajo
                                               No tempo
                                               Sem destino marcado!
                                               Sonhei
                                               E tive a ilusão,
                                               Que esperavam por mim
                                               De olhar terno
                                               E sorriso aberto,
                                               Estendendo a mão
                                               Para abrir caminho
                                               Ao sonho pleno!
                                               Percorri o jardim
                                               Do lirio encarnado,
                                               Da rosa amarela
                                               E do amor perfeito!
                                               Depois acordei
                                               Ao raiar da aurora
                                               E depressa entendi,
                                               Que o sonho morrera
                                               E tinha restado
                                               A realidade que odeio!
                                              

CANTO IDEAL!!!

                                      Há
                                      Um canto
                                      Na Terra
                                      Que quero só meu,
                                      Onde o Sol
                                      Aquece a alma,
                                      O luar
                                      Alegra a noite,
                                      A Paz
                                      Ganhou a guerra
                                      E a vida
                                      É alegre e calma!
                                      O ódio morreu,
                                      A inveja não existe,
                                      O amor é natural,
                                      A amizade pontifica,
                                      A lealdade é norma,
                                      A honestidade persiste
                                      E a verdade é lei!
                                      Acreditem!
                                      O meu canto
                                      Tem que existir,
                                      É seguramente real,
                                      Só que não sei onde fica!

FIGURANTE!!!

                                                  Sou
                                                  Pobre figurante
                                                  No filme da vida!
                                                  Faço que choro,
                                                  Às vezes sorrio,
                                                  Vendo ilusão,
                                                   Sou causa perdida
                                                   Em comédia de Dante!
                                                   E no entanto,
                                                   Pensei ser realizador,
                                                   A escolher planos,
                                                   Dirigir o actor,
                                                   Filmar desenganos,
                                                   Montanhas,
                                                   Desertos,
                                                   Oceanos
                                                   E cenas de amôr!
                                                   Sou um entre mil,
                                                   Que curte o destino,
                                                    Sem ódio
                                                    Sem pranto,
                                                    Num mar de saudade,
                                                    Num mundo de dôr!

INCERTEZA!!!

                                                  Espalho
                                                  A minha ideia
                                                  Aos quatro ventos,
                                                  Grito
                                                  A mensagem
                                                  Que quero tua!
                                                  Recebo o eco
                                                  Dos meus lamentos
                                                  E a imagem
                                                  Do mundo
                                                  De incerteza,
                                                  Que há muito
                                                  Vai enchendo
                                                   A minha rua!!!

ESPELHO!!!

                                           O espelho
                                           É instrumento
                                           Traiçoeiro!
                                           Do magro
                                           Faz gordo,
                                           Do bonito
                                           Inventa feio
                                           E o alto,
                                           É capaz
                                           De ficar
                                           Aporrinhado!
                                           Bem limpo
                                           E facetado,
                                           Reflecte
                                           Por um momento,
                                           A sina
                                           De quem é pobre
                                           E pensa
                                           Que ficou rico,
                                           Ou no minimo
                                           Foi capaz
                                           De virar nobre!
                                           Instrumento
                                           De ilusão,
                                           Não é justo
                                           Nem real!
                                           Inverte a imagem
                                           Do mundo vendido,
                                           Fomenta a esperança
                                           E cria a miragem
                                           Que existe um oásis
                                           De água azulada,
                                           Fonte de vida
                                           Num deserto virtual!