CLARO...

No entardecer

Caminhando

Mudei de rumo

                                   Trilhei

                                   Quatro

                                   Pontos

                                  

                                   Subi

                                   Montanhas

                                   Desci

                                   Vales

                                                           Venci

                                                           Olhares

                                                           Transformei...

Plantei

            Quando

            Tinha

            Que plantar

                                   E enquanto

                                   Plantava

                                   Vi o tempo passar

                                                           O tempo passa

                                                                                  Tempo

                                                                                  Tempo

                                                                                  Tempo

                                                                                  Tempo

                                                                                  Tempo...

                                                           Sem avisar

                                                           Sem conter

                                                           Sem contar

                                                           Simplesmente

                                                           Passa

                                                                       Passa

                                                                                  Passa

                                                                                  Sem voltar

                                   E com o passar

                                   Do tempo

                                                           Nada se repete

                                                           Nada para

                                                           Nada espera

                                                           Nada fica

Ele passa

Com a luz

Com a chuva

Com o fogo

Com o brilho

                                   Com o brilho

                                                                       Com o brilho

                                                                       Do olhar

                                                                       Na terra

                                                                       Onde

                                                                       Sementes

                                                                       Se plantou

                                   Com a luz

                                   Com a chuva

                                   Com o fogo

                                                                       Frutificam

                                                                       Criam raízes

                                                                       Profundas

                                                                       Nas almas

                                                                       E caminham

                                                                       Rumo ao por do sol

Depois do entardecer

Vem o amanhecer

E tudo fica novamente

Claro...

Alvaro de Oliveira

Fortaleza, 21/02/2013