Penso                                                                 quando o vento fala                                                                     e as estrelas vêem                                                                     vêem que os poetas                                                                   são vozes de vento                                                                     seus olhos nos olhos                                                                   das noites despertas                                                                    com dedos acesos                                                                     em cegos planetas                                                                    Penso                                                       enquanto a lua chora                                                           até o sol florir                                                                     rimas que morrem                                                           de botões a abrir                                                                                                                                                         Penso                                                           quando o mundo acorda                                                              para eu não dormir... Belga351