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                                           Pássaro branco

                                                            Pássaro
                                                            do meu pequeno pátio
                                                            durante o dia apareces
                                                            no espaço mais branco
                                                            apagas esquina do céu
                                                            Pássaro mais um dia  
                                                            ave sem nome
                                                            tão longe de mim
                                                            que não tem morada
                                                            encaixado nas nuvens
                                                            na brancura das manhãs   
                                                            avança, perde-se por aí
                                                            no regresso as árvores
                                                            com asas encantadas
                                                            que o vento transporta
                                                            através das montanhas     
                                                            ave de horizontes alados
                                                            do inacabado, recomeço 
                                                            que bate asas, avoa

                                                            bate asas, apaga-se
                                                            bate asas, ressurges
                                                            bate asas, e pousas
                                                            No fascínio
                                                            tu apareces
                                                            ensina-me o voo
                                                            Há muito que te falei
                                                            inventas caminhos no céu
                                                            pássaro a fitar-me de longe
                                                            qual inesperado vagabundo.

                                                                             Maria Jose Salles Callado / 15.01.2018
                                                                             Foto: MJSC - Berliner  Mauer - East Side Gallery