O Sol do Correr Muros e Mundos...

                                                           Tantas coisas

                                                             Tantas coisas
                                                             E quase sou
                                                             Esquina
                                                             de todos os sóis
                                                             Amor
                                                             à flor da pele
                                                             Olhos
                                                             da madrugada
                                                             Sorriso
                                                             quase desapercebido
                                                             Rosto
                                                             do sentir quase ser
                                                             Corpo
                                                             encostado, em mim
                                                             uma pele arrepiada
                                                             ilusão onde carrego
                                                             garrafa de amor líquido
                                                             Há tantas coisas erradas
                                                             E não me leves, eu me vou

                                                             Maria Jose Salles Callado / 19.02.2019
                                                             Foto: MJSC / São Paulo - SP
                                                             Meu apto!