Agosto
ventania
e gosto

                                                                                                    
                                                                  tempo sujo
                                                                  hora passada
                                                                  casa  rosada

negro vendaval
água invasora
levou varal

                                                                                                                          
                                                                      frio noturno
                                                                      água de beber
                                                                      homem de coturno

sorte levada
choro na varanda
porta fechada

                                                                                                                
                                                                      palavras mornas
                                                                      flores na prumada
                                                                      ovo de codorna

feliz na chegada
suor lavado
conversa arranhada

                                                                                                                
                                                                      prole unida
                                                                      vieram de lá
                                                                      enfeitando avenida

felicidade não busca na lata
consegue com sorrisos
aparecendo na fita

                                                                                                                  
                                                                      garoto selvagem
                                                                      parado no tempo
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tristeza no rosto
medo passado
procurando seu posto

                                                                                                        
                                                             latido de cão
                                                             sem o seu dono
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