EM LUA ARADA

                                                                                                Iara Maria Carvalho


                                                            Gosto de cheiros
                                                            Trincados
                                                            Dentro da boca

                                                            Apavoram-me
                                                            Engolir desejos
                                                            Aquietar doiduras

                                                            Pendula o barco
                                                            Por todas as proas
                                                            Até transborde a lua

                                                            Grãos de mel
                                                            Sementeiam
                                                            Escrevendo estrelas
                                                            Pelas ruas.