O Sol do Correr Muros e Mundos...

                                           Pedras. Da calçada

                                                            Pedras. Da calçada
                                                            Passos. Eis-me aqui
                                                            Distância tempo, ausência
                                                            porque não me trazes o sol?
                                                            Dia aberto
                                                            desço as calçadas
                                                            corrida desenfreada
                                                            Solitária
                                                            de encontros, desencontros
                                                            de chegadas, despedidas
                                                            Gosto do sol que bate nas
                                                            nesgas dos prédios altos
                                                            preciso sair para me encontrar
                                                            encontro-me no inesperado
                                                            da noite
                                                            até que nasça um outro dia
                                                            O que sei fazer? eu sonho.

                                                                             Maria José Salles Callado / 26.05.18
                                                                             Foto - MJSC - São Paulo / Brasil