domingo, 26 de fevereiro de 2012

DO SOL DE FORTALEZA

                                                                      Yuri Hícaro


                                                                                                             Acabou bem...
                                                                                                            deu tudo certo.
                                                             Um beijo de despedida numa folha de papel.
                                                             É preciso um poema
                                                             que fale do mais belo
                                                             sorriso do sol
                                                             de Fortaleza.
                                                                                                             Acabou bem...
                                                                                                            deu tudo certo.

                                                             Toda essa beleza exalada
                                                             eu conheço,
                                                             procurei-a.
                                                             Eventualidade de
                                                             mortificação evocada,
                                                             no choque do olhar
                                                             com a grandeza.
                                                             Nesse caso
                                                             é preciso outra poesia
                                                             cantada.
                                                             Embalei-a.
                                                             É preciso cravar num beco sem saída
                                                             a luz dos seus olhos,
                                                             e para que tudo isso tenha timbre,

                                                             é preciso entonar teu nome, Karine!



                                                                                                  Yuri Hícaro

terça-feira, 7 de fevereiro de 2012

CONSPIRAÇÃO

                                                                              Yuri Hícaro




                                                                 Ser de tudo
                                                                    um pouco
                                                                 triste...
                                                                 ser no vôo, a queda,
                                                                 um cisne.
                                                                 Uma construção
                                                                          simbólica;
                                                                 psicológica...
                                                                                         ser.
                                                                Qualquer desestrutura
                                                                que me impessa
                                                                               de nascer;
                                                                uma afronta
                                                                conspiração
                                                                                  crescer
                                                                              apodrecer.