T O Q U E: DOCE TAREFA

segunda-feira, 16 de maio de 2022

DOCE TAREFA

Você chega
e me beija
jura que não volta
vem e vai

Eu sinto uma coisa
tão intensa, imensa, mansa
pontual
ritmo, dança, cor, sequência
você me dá taquicardia
meu amor.

Olhos
fogos de artifício
tudo pra lhe conquistar

Doce tarefa
tão difícil
veneno, ácido, hortelã
gosto, som, silêncio e risco
você me dá taquicardia
meu amor.

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All truths wait in all things,
They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,
They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,
The insignificant is as big to me as any,
(What is less or more than a touch?)

Logic and sermons never convince,
The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies is so.)

A minute and a drop of me settle my brain,
I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps,
And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman,
And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other,
And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific,
And until one and all shall delight us, and we them.

Song of myself - Section 30
Walt Whitman

T O Q U E

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DOCE TAREFA

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