Nessa magia de viver sonhando

                                                              levei meu corpo a repousar estrelas;

                                                              de coração lutei por defendê-las

                                                              e, sem querer, eu já me vi amando.

                                                                                               

                              

                                  Depois de tudo, um silêncio amargo

                                                              brindou-me a face que já não mais era

                                                              a mesma face que sorrisos dera,

                                                              a mesma fonte de um sorriso largo.

                              


                                                                                              

                              

                                  Por entre os males dessa dor contida

                                                              sobrou-me apenas um vazio de vida

                                                              e inevitável ânsia de chorar...


                                                                                              

                              

                                  Enquanto as lágrimas rolavam frias,

                                                              morrendo estavam minhas fantasias

                                                              -doce ternura de quem quis amar-.