as horas

tem cuidado

ao que te dás

e o que te leva.  


ou passas os dias

a pedir permissão às horas.


cuidado que o castigo,

a ternura

e a sabedoria

sejam maneiras 

de te pôr

a culpa no corpo. 


te torcerem a espinha.

roerem a sombra. 


e a simpatia não é bondade.


não sabes que o coração

é uma quimera com dentes

que se alimenta

dando-se? 


não sabes que o fogo

como o sangue

não chora

pelo que queima?

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