O Sol do Correr Muros e Mundos...

                                              Tempestade

                                                Tempestade 
                                                de ventos desfeitos
                                                e quando a chuva passar
                                                haverá flores derrubadas
                                                o sol espera-me ao longe
                                                É tempo de travessia
                                                no telhado dos sonhos
                                                vida que vai e que vem
                                                arremetendo os barcos
                                                contra as marés
                                                e eu 
                                                roubaram-me as asas
                                                roubaram-me o sonho
                                                quero voar sem asas
                                                nuvens no céu passam
                                                e sem ventos soltos
                                                recolho as asas
                                                Sou quem quer ter asas
                                                um ser que se desnuda
                                                veste-se de fortes cores
                                                e fica em silêncio consigo
                                                O que faço das palavras?
                                                Invento poemas, e assim
                                                quero ficar, guardo sonhos
                                                debaixo do travesseiro...

                                                 Maria José Sales Calado / 25.09.19
                                                 Foto: MJSC / São Paulo - SP