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Contributed by Remisson on Wednesday, 6th August 2008 @ 10:20:22 PM in AEST
Topic: spiritual

to fria a cova e to escuro o horto
onde depositam meu corpo doente!
_ Como a cova fria se o corpo morto?
A partir de agora s a alma sente...

Ah! Esta cama rude onde estou deitado
e este quarto escuro e to bem fechado!
Tento levantar, mas estou to cansado...
Que rumor esse ali no quarto ao lado?

H um jardim bem perto: sinto o odor das flores.
Quero levantar, mas estou to cansado...
Estou to cansado mas no sinto dores.
E o rumor aumenta ali no quarto ao lado.

_ Desam o caixo! _ diz algum l fora.
Quem morreu enquanto estive dormindo?
Bem perto da porta ouo algum que chora,
lamentando a sorte de quem vai partindo.

Quero levantar, fao fora tamanha
mas tenho as mos inertes e o corpo duro.
Agora o padre reza numa lngua estranha,
enquanto fico preso neste quarto escuro.

Est caindo terra sobre o telhado.
Parece que o mundo est desabando...
Falta-me o ar neste quarto fechado
e l fora h uma multido chorando.

Sinto um tremor leve, um breve arrepio...
J quase nada mais estou sentindo.
Por que no me tiram deste quarto frio?
Algum morreu enquanto estive dormindo.

to fria a cova e to escuro o horto
onde depositam meu corpo doente!
_ Como a cova fria se o corpo morto?
A partir de agora s a alma sente...

Poesia classificada em 2 lugar no Prmio Cataratas 2006, da Fundao Cultural de Foz do Iguau, e meno honrosa no Prmio Cidado de Poesia, de Limeira - SP

Copyright Â© Remisson ... [ 2008-08-06 22:20:22]
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