Ondas de impacto

S
  e
    n
   t
e.
                                                                Derrete
Move                                            a dor.              o gelo
          contorce             suporta                                     solta
                         o corpo                                                            das mãos
                                                                                                                     as chamas.
                                                                                                          Agora
                                                                                  é o momento.
                                                                                                            Pensa 
                                                    no alcance                        repara 
                                   incrédulo                   no movimento
               das bombas.
A destruição
                     das ondas
                                      de impacto.
                                                         Sente                                                   Tenta
                                                              o                                                   ver
                                                          calor.                                                    entre a cortina
                                                   Vem,                                                   de fumo
                                               trás                                                                       que
                          tudo de novo                                                                        nos
             o teu ar                                                                                                   envolve.
                         o teu amor                        que tens
                                           a nitroglicerina               guardada
                                                                                                    na alma
                                                                                encarcerada
                                                                   no peito.
                                                           Vem, 
                                                             mostra 
                                                       o pavio
                                                       que
                                                    eu

                                                     A
                                                     C
                                                     E
                                                     N
                                                     D
                                                     O

                                      o fósforo.

Nuno Marques