...me guardo


 
 
                                                 tropeço na vida
                                                 em risos falsos,
 
 
                         cadafalsos de mim...
 
 
                                                     lavo a poeira
                                              de tanta estrada...

 
                         arranhada e triste,
 
 
 
                         me encolho...
                         recolho os sonhos,
                         fecho as cortinas


                                                     e me guardo.



                            Celina Figueiredo
 
 
 
                                       Doce Zélia, bela rosa,
                             não te feches para o mundo,
                                    curte a vida, ó formosa,
                             sonha sonhos bem fecundos...

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              Obrigada, talentosa e querida Celina!
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