Descemos todos uma vez por dia

                       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Descemos todos

                      Uma vez por dia

 

 

 

                                                                                                                       Descemos todos

                                                                                                    uma vez por dia

                                                                                                    ao mundo profundo

                                                                                                     do ventre da terra

                                                                                                     e todos sabemos

                                                                                                   que nesse canto secreto

                                                                                                   não dormem as sombras

                                                                                                      do Hades inquieto

                                                                                                   nem se agitam rubores

                                                                                                      do Tártaro vencido

                                                                                                                  ali

                                                                                                     entre os escombros

                                                                                                     da terra envelhecida

                                                                                                          ou quem sabe

                                                                                                     pronta para renascer

                                                                                                       regurgitam flamas

                                                                                                  e expandem-se faúlhas

                                                                                                   e um oceano vermelho

                                                                                                   de crispações de fogo

                                                                                                     aglutina em  transe

                                                                                                       o segredo da luz

 

                                                                                                        Descemos todos

                                                                                                        uma vez por dia

                                                                                                       ao segredo de nós

                                                                                                       ao sussurro do ser

                                                                                                     e esquecemo-nos logo

                                                                                                        de que arde e dói

                                                                                                          a faísca  liberta

                                                                                                 das entranhas que somos

                                                                                               e que connosco trouxemos

                                                                                                  do segredo e da origem

                                                                                                      enredados no todo

                                                                                                        cósmica certeza

                                                                                                    onde o fogo transluz

                                                                                                      e a tudo se apega

 

                                                                                                       Descemos todos

                                                                                                        uma vez por dia

                                                                                                       aos infernos feitos

                                                                                                       de vigilância dura

                                                                                               onde acendemos lâmpadas

                                                                                                       de rubor violento

                                                                                                         e as atiramos

                                                                                                           em brados

                                                                                                      a paredes vazias

                                                                                                      e contudo temos

                                                                                                    o segredo da vida

                                                                                                   incrustado nas palmas

                                                                                               das mãos que estendemos

                                                                                                    para a fogueira viva

                                                                                                   dos   nossos terrores

 

 

                                                                                                                       

 

 

 

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