Aconchego

Posted on September 28, 2017 by tataescreve

Me fez lembrar

o escuro

o quarto

voltou a ser medo

túnel que me leva

à pequena

Eu

pequena

de medo

daqueles de escuro

que a gente sente

hoje

claro

de medo valente

E beijo de mãe

Antes do boa noite

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