Calendário de cinzas

Ah!, se eu pudesse guardar
numa garrafa o tempo…
Sempre tropeço nos dias,
sempre caio e me despedaço.
Cansaço, cansaço.

Os dias passam
e se transformam
em meras cruzes
no calendário perdidas.
Ardidas, ardidas.

08.06.2016

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