quarta-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2012

SEGREDOS DE GUARAMIRANGA


















A Serra de                                                         
Guaramiranga
Encanta-me!
                                                                           Emoção!
                                                                           Desponta
                                                                           Pulsa
                                                              
                                                                           Magia!
                                                                           Penetra
                                                                           Desperta

                                                                           Coloridos!
                                                                           Sonhos
                                                                           Gemidos


Sons em profusão
                            Sons em profusão
                                                         Sons em profusão...

Matizes do verde
Reunião
Sabiamente combinadas
Com o colorido da natureza
Com luzes
Beleza!

Que acendem
E apagam
                                        Que acendem
                                        E apagam

                                                                           Que acendem
                                                                           E apagam

Contando historias
Das trilhas insondáveis
Que a infância permite

Do sapo cururu
                                        Do sapo cururu
                                                                           Do sapo cururu
                                                                                       Duendes
                                                                                       Fadas

                                                                           Do Saci Pererê
                                                                           Da Mula sem Cabeça
                                                                           Do Lobisomem

Nos
Horizontes
Sobrepostos
Auroras
Ocasos
Impressões
                                        Que
                                                                           Desnudam
                                                                           Deixam
                                                                           Exposta
                                                                          
                                                                           Paisagem
                                                                           Infinita
                                                                          
                                                                           Resposta
                                                                           Espacial
                                                                           Harmoniosamente
                                                                           Composta
                                                                          
                                                                           Eternamente
                                                                           Bela!
Corta a luz
No azul
                            Nuvens
     Brancas
     A voar
     Molda de poesia
     O olhar
    
     De quem Olha
     Com
     Contemplação

                                                                                       Azul
                                                                                       Vede
                                                                                                   Verde
                                                                                                   Azul
                                                                                                             

                                                                           Verde
                                                                           Azul
Verde
Azul
                                        Azul
                                        Vede

                                        Mutantes
                                        No tempo
                                        Na luz

                                        Respostas
                                        Que dançam
                                        No vento
                                       
                                        Propostas
                                        Nos sons
                                        Da natureza


Quanta beleza
Despertando o prazer
Do estar
Sentindo o frescor
Da brisa
                Mansa
                Leve
Que obedece ao calor do sol
E esfria com a melancolia
No clarão do luar


                                                                           Fachada
                                                                           Do ocaso
                                                                           No odor
                                                                           Da mata
                                                                                                             
                                                                           Fechada
                                                                          
                                                                           Refugio
                                                                           Sombras
                                                                           Fadas
                                                                           Duendes
                                                                          
                                                                           Lembranças
                                                                           Guardadas
                                                                          
                                                                           Infância
                                                                           Perdida

                                                                           Resgatada
                                                                          
                                                                           Tempo
                                                                           Insondável



Trinar dos pássaros
Beijando as flores
Néctares
Mil cores
Semeando o equilíbrio
Cumprindo
Cruzando o espaço
Servil
Rumo a outros horizontes

                                                                           A cigarra
                                                                           Rasga
                                                                           Rompe
                                                                           Explode
                                                                           Anuncia
                                                                           O fim...

                                                                           Uma nova aurora
                                                                           Se inicia...

Queria eu penetrar
O infinito deste mundo
E na eternidade do profundo
Poder desfrutar
Todo o esplendor
Que a mão de Deus
Com sabedoria criou
Para o despertar
Da Criação.




Alvaro Oliveira
25/01/2012


Fotografia de Carlos Henrique Araújo

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