PAREDES

(Por Diego EL Khouri)

As

                                                 paredes
                     me
                               sufocam
         me

             prendem
tolhem

meus
           membros
me

            deixam
                               desatento

                                                cego
              sem
              voz
              sem
              fome
               sem
             sede
                          o
                                  corpo
                                   dói
          a
       pele
       vibra
o
pinto
cai
                                 a
 morte
come

                                                       o
                                                               desejo
                                                                     some

                a
             forma
                  toma

                                                         explode
                                                                               corta
                                                                               estupra
                                                       engole
                      prende

              cessa
               o
                  ar

                                  naufraga

                                        a
                                            
                                             voz
me
deixa
disforme
inquieto
sem
 sossego
sem
 lei
nem
deus
                        o diabo

                                                  ao lado
 coração
apertado

                                        to

                                                             morrendo
eu sei
vivo
da
                angústia

que sei,

             não sei
acabei
de
 ver

                                                                  os
                                                  olhos

                                                                 são
                                 belos

                                           como

                   fome

                                         passageira

seu
 destino
                                                         cristo

                                                                         desalento
voragem noite e vida

               estou morrendo

                                                       sem

                                                                amor

                                                                                                                       sem

                                                                                            paz

                                                                 sem
                                                   sonho

                                                sem

                                           nada.

                                                                      Alguém irá me arrancar a voz?