Treasure Island

Augosto dos Anjos

(20 April 1884 - 12 November 1914 / Pau d'Arco)

A aeronave


Cindindo a vastidão do Azul profundo,
Sulcando o espaço, devassando a terra,
A aeronave que um mistério encerra
Vai pelo espaço acompanhando o mundo.

E na esteira sem fim da azúlea esfera
Ei-la embalada n'amplidão dos ares,
Fitando o abismo sepulcral dos mares,
Vencendo o azul que ante si s'erguera.

Voa, se eleva em busca do infinito,
É como um despertar de estranho mito,
Auroreando a humana consciência.

Cheia da luz do cintilar de um astro,
Deixa ver na fulgência do seu rastro
A trajetória augusta da Ciência.




Submitted: Monday, June 04, 2012
Edited: Monday, June 04, 2012

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