Autor: Saturno Flimes | Publicado: 2011-06-24T01:32:00-07:00

&nbsp;Eterna mudança &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;O tic tac &nbsp;do relógio é passageiro.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;O mundo gira e com ele as estações&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Trazem, um dia após o outro, cheiro,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sabor e um turbilhão de emoções.
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Cada passo dado é uma sentença&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Que escolhemos.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Cada tic tac uma mudança.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Que aprendemos.
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;O que já foi um dia,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hoje não é mais.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;O futuro que queria,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;É o agora e nada mais.
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Eterna mudança&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Que me faz companhia,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sigo com esperança&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Nos sopros da noite ou nos raios do dia.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(Ygor Sas)

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ardura&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sempre cheios de poder&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Donos da verdade&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Dizendo-nos que fazer &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Rodeados de maldade.
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pretextos ultrapassado&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mostrando-se certezas&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Que de absolutas só as presas&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Com gritos silenciados.
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pseudo-liberdade&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Opiniões cerceadas&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Casta mentalidade&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Idéias provocadas&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Revoltas necessárias&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Para destituir de vez posições mandatárias&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Cada indivíduo se guiar&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Por sua luz a brilhar.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(Igor Rios).&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Falso Progresso
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Passo por uma rua&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Onde havia bela floresta&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Vejo uma criança seminua&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pedindo a comida que me resta.
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Suspensos no vigésimo andar&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Da fortaleza de concreto,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Os homens ignoram o olhar&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;De mendigos sem afeto.
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ligam a televisão&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Perdendo a sintonia natural.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Na tela a manipulação,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Na poltrona a solidão.
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Os cigarros de aço&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Deixam a natureza sufocada&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dificultando o abraço&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sob a manta acinzentada&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;No lugar de uma árvore, um arranha-céu&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Diz a mídia que é o progresso.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Agora o planeta é o réu&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;De um julgamento perverso.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(Thiago Rinasi)

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Da tua boca farei o meu alvo&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;O alvo dos meus desejos&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Do teu abraço farei a pele&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A pele que me protege&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Passearei nas curvas do teu corpo&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Para sentir o verdadeiro calor que ele tem&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Não me preocuparei com o tempo&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Pois o minuto será uma vida eterna&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;E quando o brilho dos teus olhos me ofuscar&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Saberei a plenitude do sentimento verdadeiro&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Esquecerei do Mundo e de todos&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;O Mundo será eu e você&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Perfeito no espírito&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Completo na alma&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Satisfeito no prazer&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Desejo desejar"&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(Isloanne Araujo)


&nbsp;Uma mera&nbsp;demonstração do que foi visto e discutido no II Café Literário Percepções Intimistas, em Viçosa.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Acessem :www.percepcoesintimistas.blogspot.com;&nbsp;lá vocês terão mais informações e acesso as muitas outras poesias e poemas.