MEU ORGULHO DE SER

sábado, 29 de outubro de 2011

NÃO GRITE!

                                                    Não grite!
                                                    Nem  berre...
                                                    Fique quieto..
                                                    Os erros são presumíveis
                                                    Os desalentos também..

                                                   
                                                   Sou fera acuada...
                                                   Pronta para atacar...
                                                   Não grite
                                                   Nem berre......

                                                  Posso ficar  horas assim..
                                                  Só na espreita..
                                                  Esperando..vigiando
                                                  Até chegar a colheita..

                                                  E quando chegar a hora
                                                  Do derradeiro ataque,..
                                                  Não grite!
                                                  Deixe que eu me farte..

                                                  Tou faminta..
                                                  Mas posso escolher as faces
                                                  A que mais me agradar
                                                  Prefiro a tua fera
                                                  A mesma a espreitar..

                                                  Quando tiver vontade
                                                   Deixe a elegância
                                                   Deixe de ser metade
                                                   Pra ser a minha verdade....

                                                   Tou despida de vergonhas..
                                                   Tou vestida de mulher
                                                   Tou vestida de emoçao..
                                                    Tou  pronta pra colher...

                                                    Quero que colhas com jeito..
                                                     De quem sabe os sabores
                                                     E saibas tirar o néctar
                                                     Como quem tira das flores...

                                                                                               
                                                                                      Marilene Azevedo
                                                  

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