C O N V I T E

                             Rua.   Covid.    Lua.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

                 O     voo      negro           

                                dos    urubus

                                  embaça  a vidraça.                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

                        Doente, quem de luz me conduz?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

                       - Tua boa  estrela, bel’Estela.

                                          Podes vê-la?    

                      Esquece o que padeces e adormece                                                                                                                                

no      

                      leito

                                     macio

                                                       d o s 

                                                                           R  i o s  s   s        s

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