O Mar

                                                      Eu gosto do mar...
                                                      azul...profundo
                                                      batido pelo vento
                                        maior que o mundo!

                                                      Eu gosto do mar
                                        que foi berço da vida
                                        onde tudo começou
                                        e será a despedida..

                                                       Gosto de ver o mar
                                                        ao pôr-do-sol, à tardinha
                                                        quando chegam as gaivotas
                                                        e a praia fica sózinha!

                                                        Gosto de ouvir o mar
                                                        em noites de tempestade
                                                        quando as ondas batem fortes
                                                        nos rochedos da saudade!

                                                        Mas gosto mais de o sentir
                                                        carícia fresca na pele...
                                                        afago doce, envolvente
                                                        como os braços de um amante
                                                         inexistente....

                                                                            (Eterea)