Fernanda
Autor: Wellington Moraes França | Publicado: 2015-08-25T15:07:00-07:00






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Um
    pequeno poema escrito para celebrarmos tua estreia nesta terra e marcar
    como vitória a conta de teu tempo nesta vida

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Aquela loirinha,
super atenta

por tudo que
via e ouvia

Por quem um
dia ousei 

pensar ser
mais um pai,

Cresceu

E pelo que noto

Nunca me
esqueceu.





Lindos
cabelos louros e leves

Olhos de
forte expressão

Quase
adultos.



Mocinha
Pequenina, espírito gigante.

Queria que
fossem mais lembranças

Aqui dentro
do meu baú de mudanças.



Mudanças do
vento

Das estações
do ano

De nossa
dança debutante

nos seus
quinze anos.



Do saber
quieto e cúmplice

De seu primeiro beijo.

Testemunhar
travesseirinho molhado

Por lagrimas
de paixões 

de gente
crescida

e amor
sussurrado.



De
distâncias de terra

Ligados mais
por sentimentos

Que por
estradas.



De sonhos...alguns
pequeninos

Muitos
guardados

Tantos
realizados.

Junta tudo, &nbsp;esperança.

Que de um
longo e morno abraço

Vira vida renovada.