quinta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2015

O poeta e a borboleta


* Por Alberto Cohen



Um poeta
             muito triste
                              e sozinho.
                                             Tão sozinho
                                                              que seu rosto
                                                                                 não sabia refletir

                                                                                                          nos espelhos,
                                                                                               e tão triste
                                                                                  que chorar
                                                                     nem queria.
                                                       De repente,
                                         percebeu
                               azulada
                    borboleta,
             linda,

livre,

       e feliz.
                  Mais poeta,
                                      mais sozinho,
                                                            e mais triste,
                                                                                descreveu
                                                                                               alegria,
                                                                                                                liberdade
                                                                                                 e beleza,
                                                                                 de maneira
                                                                tão perfeita,
                                                que podia,
                                  ele mesmo,
                ser aquela

borboleta.




* Poeta paraense

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