O Sol do Correr Muros e Mundos...

                                                        Irei. Vou

                                                          Vou
                                                          Vou visitar-te
                                                          Num dia
                                                          de sol que hesita
                                                          Quando a névoa
                                                          espessa
                                                          se render
                                                          se mover
                                                          se dissolver
                                                          na esquina do azul
                                                          além dos fantasmas
                                                          aqui e ali, e muito além
                                                          eu sei
                                                          aparecem, desaparecem
                                                          Eu sei
                                                          que é só
                                                          uma névoa ins-(tável)
                                                          passageira
                                                          E eu me rendo
                                                          E eu me encerro
                                                          em você

                                                        Maria Jose Salles Callado / 18.12.2017
                                                        Foto - Pamela Tea- Roma / Itália