O meu coração é de vidro, de vidro martelado.

Santo Agostinho já nos revelou há muito que são boas aquelas coisas que no entanto estão corruptas e que se não fossem surpreendentemente boas estavam na posição de ser corrompidas.

Sei que tudo isto não faz muito sentido. Mas também no mundo de hoje o que é que faz sentido?

Mesmo à beira do telhado, na parte inferior da sua ondulação simétrica, a andorinha quase fez um ninho. Quase o fez e o desfez. Quase voou entre paredes, desviando-se das sombras dos mosteiros.

Uma quase andorinha abeirou-se de outro telhado e por ali ficou debicando nas polpas dos dedos dos adivinhos. Depois voou de encontro às casas abandonadas como se aspirasse ao suicídio voluntário.

Do fundo das mãos, o alucinado gemeu de novo. Já é tarde para arrependimentos.

Pode parecer teimosia, mas, mesmo possuídos pelo desalento, temos de continuar.

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Não, não sigas os caminhos dos outros, segue antes os teus instintos.

O amanhecer surge devagar na linha do horizonte, está na hora de despertar. As nuvens fogem do Norte. Os sorrisos escaldam nas mãos dos verdugos. Lá ao longe o trovão anuncia borrasca. Está na hora da despedida. Vai. Segue a inspiração das árvores e das linhas de água. Assim nunca te perderás.

Vai em frente e, por favor, não desperdices as palavras.

Por favor, espera mais um pouco. Eu sei que é muito difícil termos posições fixas.

Quem tece os fios da vida nem sempre acerta com a dose certa. É essa a incerteza da vida: o futuro.

Um passo, mais um passo e outro e outro. Sempre a fazer caminho entre as ervas e os penedos.

Tens paciência de formiga.

Louvado seja o mar. Louvadas sejam as nuvens que fabricam a chuva necessária. Louvado seja o desejo, que é fonte de vida.

Nos teus olhos repousa a trajectória do voo da libelinha. E ele é tão irregular. E ele é tão rápido. O seu desenho transparente faz-nos acreditar na beleza.

Eu acredito que ela ainda vai chegar enquanto observo o cume das montanhas e lhes adivinho a paciência da espera.

Não me reflectes, és o meu reflexo. Não me orientas, és o meu carrinho de mão. Não me inquietas, és a minha nuvem passageira. Não me identificas, és apenas mais uma curva na estrada do amanhecer.

Rompe a madrugada nos montes altos e já o pesadelo se foi.

Vejo apenas espelhos reflectores. O mundo tanto anda como desanda. O mundo não se atrapalha. Eu sim.

Há dias áridos, dias cheios de pedras, dias onde chove erva seca e morrem os murmúrios no desespero dos amantes.

Não me fales em sorrisos que desfaleço.

Por vezes as árvores choram por falta de poesia, a poesia das sombras frescas, dos dias deslumbrantes.

É nos lábios secos dos desesperados onde mora a dor, aquela dor funda que desnorteia a estrela polar.

Não me fales em sorrisos que desfaleço.

Ainda bem que as tuas mãos acompanham o meu olhar em busca de calor humano. Dói tanto o frio da indiferença!

Ajuda-me a ciciar as palavras que um dia encontrarão o destinatário certo.

Entretanto olha para mim como se fosse pela primeira vez.

O que para aí vai de azul. Inundas-me de azul. Mas eu não me farto. Nem mesmo do teu cabelo que afaga os peixes do mar. O teu azul é diferente. Não se vê quando se quer, apenas quando alguém o quer sentir intensamente.

O que para aí vai de azul. Tanto azul embebeda os caminho dos peregrinos, altera a direcção dos ventos, desenvolve os botões das árvores de fruto, alimenta as fontes, desvia os leitos dos rios em direcção ao mar, absorve a maldade dos homens, alimenta os olhos dos pássaros, faz crescer os dias, dá esperança aos navios, transporta os aviões, molda as montanhas, provoca sorrisos nos imprudentes e acalma os incultos.

O que para aí vai de azul.

Pling, plong, shhh, pling....