Pretexto

Verso, poema, poesia
é tudo pretexto.
O que se escreve sem a pena,
tudo que inflama, arde, dói,
esse aí, sim,
meu desletrado texto!

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Renato Says:
August 14, 2009 at 15:47

e que lindo texto!

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