“Chove torto no vão das árvores.
Chove nos pássaros e nas pedras.
O rio ficou de pé e me olha pelos vidros.
Alcanço com as mãos o cheiro dos telhados.
Crianças fugindo das águas
Se esconderam na casa.Baratas passeiam nas formas de bolo…
A casa tem um dono em letras.
Agora ele está pensando –
no silêncio líquido
com que as águas escurecem as pedras…
Um tordo avisou que é março.”
~ Manoel de Barros, o maior poeta do mundo,
para comemorar o Dia de Floripa (ontem) e o Dia da Poesia (anteontem)
O rio ficou de pé e me olha pelos vidros
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