Concreta chuva

Garoa

         agora

                  brinco

                            com teu nome.

                 Soletro:

                 a água

                            e

                             s

                              c

                               o

                                 r

                                  r

                                   e...

                 

                                    A boca seca já grita:

                                                   teu NOME!

                                   Chove.

                                   A água

                                    mansa

                                       só

                                          c

                                           o

                                            r

                                             r

                                              e...

Eu

parado

molhado

mais n’alma

que no corpo

cansado.

                                                                          E você não vem...

                                                                              tudo BEM!

                                       A tempestade

                                              VEM!

                                    

                                         ARDA-CHU

                                      U     mas       V

                                    G      nunca         A

Na verdade eu tive um             tive

                                             você.                                       

                                               

                                              

CRiga.