quarta-feira, 14 de novembro de 2012

Segundo Ato






                                                            A menina dança
                                                            Encantando o poeta
                                                            Despida de medo no revelar-se  segredos
                                                            Tão altiva e liberta
                                                            De pés desnudos

                                                            Simplesmente dança
                                                            aos seus olhos rimados
                                                            Ritmados passos de prazer profundo
                                                            bailando em estrofe
                                                            Ele ,o seu canto
                                                            em ode ao encanto
                                                            Ele ,o seu mundo
                                                            No rodopio dos quadris refletindo
                                                            ondulação dos desejos...
                                                            pensamentos que saltam
                                                            fazendo-a crer
                                                            que seja possível voar
                                                            na completude do beijo
                                                            Desprendendo-se do chão
                                                            enlaçando-o em rodopio
                                                            sob o clarão oculto da ribalta
                                                            sem platéia ....
                                                            Dois ...
                                                            Ela o mima ,ele a disserta
                                                            ela o nina , ele a desperta
                                                            plenitude de compassos...criando laços
                                                            No cetim da sapatilha
                                                            Nos rostos que brilham
                                                            e cílios que roçam juras secretas
                                                            Alertas
                                                             num inclinar-se de almas
                                                             harmônicas e abertas
                                                             Por fim...ao chão
                                                             em uno refrão
                                                             deitam-se
                                                             deleitam-se no tablado silencioso
                                                             os corpos envoltos em gozo
                                                             da menina e do poeta

                                                                      ( M. Almeida )
                                                        

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