O Sol do Correr Muros e Mundos...

                                                Sol. Da noite

                                               Céu muito grande

                                               Gaivota escondida

                                               Pássaro que passa

                                               Descendo voando

                                               E haveria o sol

                                               depois da chuva

                                               Que se levantasse

                                               rolando nas nuvens

                                               E haveria a noite

                                               de estrelas perdidas

                                               Que voltam sempre

                                               indo e vindo e indo

                                               Congeladas distantes

                                               Miniaturas do infinito

                                               Pontos muito isolados

                                               Espalhados num céu

                                               descompromissado

                                               E haveria o amor

                                               caindo na minha pele

                                               Todos meus instintos

                                               Reescritos... na noite

                                             Maria José Salles Callado / 15.10.11
                                             Fotográfia: Beth Barone / Brasil

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