Palavras deixam sua ausência

martes, julio 27, 2021

 Somos vestígios de portos surpresa. As trilhas tocam o ar. Nas feridas e na rua. Agora e mais tarde. Quando estamos fechando os olhos para o vôo do beija-flor flutuante. Com cem fogos de cores que fazem seus olhos arco-íris. Com seu vôo marcando meu nome. Nome curto do amor. Palavras deixam sua ausência. Transformado em gotas d'água.

Sentir, então ex-isto como uma hipótese / tese.

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