Treasure Island

Augosto dos Anjos

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

A idéia


De onde ela vem?! De que matéria bruta
Vem essa luz que sobre as nebulosas
Cai de incógnitas criptas misteriosas
Como as estalactites duma gruta?!


Vem da psicogenética e alta luta
Do feixe de moléculas nervosas,
Que, em desintegrações maravilhosas,
Delibera, e depois, quer e executa!


Vem do encéfalo absconso que a constringe,
Chega em seguida às cordas do laringe,
Tísica, tênue, mínima, raquítica ...


Quebra a força centrípeta que a amarra,
Mas, de repente, e quase morta, esbarra
No mulambo da língua paralítica

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

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