Fé pt2
- O que existe em mim? Eu sinto algo Ou tudo morreu por dentro de mim, Nas minhas esperanças que acabaram em ilusões perdidas, Me vejo sempre no deserto vendo um miragem e alguém de um casaco preto me aponta para o rio, de longe não dar para ouvir, mas se o que estar a dizer. - Senhor beba essa água. - Senhor beba essa água Pois ela irá te satisfazer. Ignoro, sigo meu caminho nas areias do deserto perdido, a noite e frio mas de dia e quente, Me diz qual o sentido pois a noite eu sinto calor e durante o dia eu sinto frio. Cruzei as fronteiras Mudei os sentidos Das palavras faladas Sua casa Minha boca seca A sua tão molhada, Vem compartilhar desses Lábios mares, com meu pequeno coração vazio. JN 11.08.18 8:41pm
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