entreolharespaulistas

                                                               entreolharespaulistas
                                                   por Luciano Wagner Mendes

                                                  Debaixo de olhares paulistas
                                                  e
                                                  Progressos... e entreolharespaulistas


                                                                                                                    Vi 
                                                                                                     um atalho 
                                                                                                                   em meio ao 
                                                                                                                                     mato,
                                                                                                transformar-se numa rua:
                                                                                        uma rua arborizada, sob o sol
                                                                                     e toda nua.
                                                 Vi a sombra da calçada,
                                                              intrigada e tão confusa;
             e uma praça, em gargalhadas, 
                                                                       envolvida pela lua.

                                                                                                       Vi o medo 
                                                                                                       das paredes,           a -
                                                                                                                                       gar - 
                                                                                                                                       ran -
                                                                                                                                         do-se 
                                                                                                                                        às 
                                                                                                                              colunas, 
                                                                                               Cujas vigas tinham sede
                                                                                        de ir além de ser mais uma.
                                                                                        Vi 
                                                                                        a 
                                                                                        força 
                                                                                        do 
                                                                                        alicerce,
                                                            no suster da casa toda
                                                        e de tão linda, a mim parece
                                              que a cidade                      estava pronta.
                                                      Vi enfim,                      tanto sucesso
                                            se es pa lhan                       do pela vila, e
                                           me encantava                       eu confesso,
                                          o m a c h e g a                       d a d a s f a m í i a s.

                              Vi 
                         o sonho 
                   da casa própria,
     por ali concretizar valeu todo
o sacrifício:
                     ruas, casas e 
                                            e
                                            di
                                            fí
                                            ci
                                            os, 
              tudo, tudo estava lá.

                             Vi assim, que a alegria 
                                                                               que 
                                                                                                não 
                                                                                     vinha, apareceu:
                                                                            tinha agora a minha casa.
                                                                                     Minha          casa 
                                                                                     TInha              um 
                                                                                     bairro,         e em 
     meu bairro, tinha eu. entreolharespaulistas tínhamos     nós...


São Paulo, 2000