O Sol do Correr Muros e Mundos...

                                                           Lápis. Sem ponta

                                                            Lápis. Sem ponta
                                                            Escrita sem crayon
                                                            Entrelinhas sem letras
                                                            Por detrás das palavras
                                                            As poesias são escritas
                                                            Escolheste-me, tu és um
                                                            rosto de olhos castanhos
                                                            desenhos que me lembram
                                                            montanhas altas
                                                            Sou um pássaro assustado
                                                            No voo inquieto das noites
                                                            Céu das estrelas voadoras
                                                            E não me cortes os sonhos
                                                            E não me tires os horizontes
                                                            Há! E se eu chorar posso até
                                                            molhar meu sorriso
                                                            Estampo sorriso na parede
                                                            das cores do meu (eu)

                                                            Maria José Sales Calado / 16.04.18
                                                            Foto: MJSC / Barcelona / Spaña / 2017