O Sol do Correr Muros e Mundos...

                                                              Sorriso. De Pano

                                                                Eu,
                                                                Um rosto
                                                                Uma toca
                                                                Um quarto, amarelo
                                                                Entre quatro paredes
                                                                Em frente do espelho
                                                                Através de óculos espelhados
                                                                Vou até ao mundo maluco
                                                                de ponta-cabeça, de Lewis Carroll
                                                                Na toca do coelho branco
                                                                de orelhas empinadas
                                                                de um sorriso de pano
                                                                do coração em alvoroço
                                                                abro as portas ao imaginário
                                                                da criança que ficou em mim
                                                                e faz-de-conta que sou gente
                                                                pequena...

                                                                Maria José Sales Calado / 19.06.2019
                                                                Foto: MJSC / São Paulo / SP