a  d a n ç a 

                 é

                    a

                       f
                         a
                            l
                                a

                 do corpo o suor
                 em movimento




 e
      s
   c
a
     l
         a
              
                  alonga
                  alarga
                  a alma
                                  afasta a lama
                                 a poeira a pedra
                                 o peso do corpo

                                                          transporta sonhos
                                                          em passo de neve.
 

                                  u
  
                           c            z
                                  s


                            c        u


    
                                 z
                         c             u
                                 s
                          u            z

                             z       s

                                              

                                               Não

                               



                          quero     nunca      mais 
  
                dizer               mais           não  nunca

                          quero                              dizer 

                                           talvez
  
                   não quero        jamais      dizer 
                       nunca                              mais
                        mais                             nunca
                 
                              
                                           não!

                     

 

 

Casa

 

 

quem ama

quer casa

sonha
encabula

    -se

 

e

  casa.

 

                                                                   

Na Boca

                                               n 

                                               a

                                           b     o
                                              c

                                              a
 
                                           d o s


                                          leões
                                       sangram

                                            os

                                       os lh  os

                                       huma n

                                           os

                                      venha

                                     

 
                                  re          ver
                                             vi 

                                      re         ver
              
                                          me

                                               lhor

                                   


                                               n
                                               ã
                                               o
 
                                               b
                                        e
                                                   r
                                        
                                          b   e

                                        s u o r

                                      

                                          nem
                                         pranto

                                            no
                                           mar 

                                       do
                                     meu
                                      riso


            
                                    
 

                          



                        arvorar  arar 

                     a  terra   o   tempo
                                       
                                  
                 a flo                 no  ar 
                 r a r          
                                  v

                        a               ilha

                                mar