Treasure Island

Artur Azevedo

(7 July 1855 - 22 October 1908 / Maranhão)

Arrufos


Não há no mundo quem amantes visse
Que se quisessem como nos queremos...
Um dia, uma questiúncula tivemos
Por um simples capricho, uma tolice.

— 'Acabemos com isto!', ela me disse,
E eu respondi-lhe assim — 'Pois acabemos!'
E fiz o que se faz em tais extremos:
Tomei do meu chapéu com fanfarrice.

E, tendo um gesto de desdém profundo,
Saí cantarolando... (Está bem visto
Que a forma, aí, contrafazia o fundo).

Escreveu-me... Voltei. Nem Deus, nem Cristo,
Nem minha mãe, volvendo agora ao mundo,
Eram capazes de acabar com isto!

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

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