domingo, 10 de abril de 2011

Monólogo de um trabalhador

                                                  Vou indo
                 Vou vindo
                                               F    u    g   i   n  d   o
                                                                                      Sumindo
                                                                                                 (sumido)
      Vivendo
                   Sobrevivendo
                                   Vivenciando  
                                                  Tudo isso
                                                               Mas! Não entendo
                                                                                                 (Nada)
Exteriorizo
                                                                                                  (Risos)
Exponho
                                                                                                  (Risadas)
Deliro
                                                                                                  (Gargalhadas)
                                          
                                              Uma vertigem
                             Vertigem                           Vertigem
                                                    Assola

Eu
   Vou 
        Caindo
              Caindo
                             Na quietude da sala
                                                        Segundos
                                              Minutos
                                     Horas
                                             Vultos
                                                      E senhoras
                                                                     Me levantam
                                                                                     Levam
                                                                                  O
                                                                   Leve corpo
                                                                                                    (feito de pó)
Ossos, pele
                 Pêlo
                      Pelado
                              Um apelo
                                            A ouvidos
                                                                                                      (moucos)
                             Absurdo!
                                                                    Grito                                   
                             Resmungo
                                                                                                      (mudo)

Me iludo
                                                                                                      (mundo)

Agora vou indo
                                                           Chegando
                                                                                                      (forçado)
                                                                                             
                                                          Escravizado
 Não, não trabalhando!
                      
                           
(amosventura)                

3 comentários:

  1. Ah gostei bastante da forma da escrita

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  2. até que enfim achei o blog... poeta...
    abraço1!!!!!
    e dale poesia neles!

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