O Sol do Correr Muros e Mundos...

                                                                          Quase céu

                                                                             Nunca entendi
                                                                             Porque há ilhas
                                                                             Dando para o mar
                                                                             Molhadas de azul
                                                                             Escuto
                                                                             O rumor das águas
                                                                             Das espumas brancas
                                                                             Varridas por ventos
                                                                             Que arrastam-se
                                                                             Para o infinito
                                                                             Nunca entendi
                                                                             Os seres humanos
                                                                             Eu falo de um rosto
                                                                             que existe em mim
                                                                             neste quase céu .

                                                                             Maria José Sales Calado / 10.06.2019
                                                                             Foto: MJSC / Jarinu - SP