O Sol do Correr Muros e Mundos...

                                  Estação amor

                                               Estação amor
                                               Primavera, flores cores
                                               arco-íris cores do amor
                                               desabrocham em mim
                                               Não apago tua ausência
                                               fome, ternura, urgência
                                               Desejo solto de mim
                                               Escuto no silêncio
                                               Penso quase alto
                                               Vens, digas de onde?
                                               De onde vens?
                                               dos meus sonhos
                                               do inconsciente colorido
                                               das coisas que hão de ser
                                               permaneces além das estações
                                               continuas florindo
                                               Vou parar o vento da memória
                                               na curva do tempo

                                                             Maria José Sales Calado / 04.09.2018
                                                             Foto: MJSC / Barcelona - España 2017