quinta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2010

Manuel de Freitas


                                                             Vejo as sombras, os rostos
                                                             que se despedem, um a um,
                                                             da mentira de estarmos vivos.
                                                             Peço outra cerveja, inventamos
                                                             juntos uma razão para ficar.

                                                             Mas eu só gostava, no fundo, que
                                                             o inferno também fechasse às duas.
                                                                               (in "ESTÁDIO", 2008)

                                                             Não faltava assim tanto
                                                             para o fim da noite.
                                                             Limpavam com desvelo
                                                             as rodelas de vinil
                                                             que nos perseguiram,
                                                             de bar em bar,
                                                             a remota juventude.
                                                           
                                                             (...)                                 
                           
                                                             Porque a poesia, meu amigo,
                                                             apesar de todas as opiniões contrárias,
                                                             continua a ser uma tara higiénica
                                                             que nunca nos libertará da morte:

                                                             rudefrauta, malsofrida e desalegre.
                                                                              (in "ESTÁDIO", 2008)

                                                             Não sabia, de novo, o que fazer
                                                             da tarde. Voltei, portanto, a esta minha casa
                                                           -onde talvez se pudesse morrer um pouco menos.
                                                                                                    (in"ESTÁDIO", 2008)

                                                           "Este é o único lugar da minha juventude
                                                           que não mudou", diz o Rui, talvez 
                                                           à décima cerveja. Mas lembrou-se
                                                           (é natural) da morte, cadeiras vazias,
                                                           rápidas substituições em campo
                                                           de ninguém.

                                                           (...)

                                                           Tantas cervejas depois
                                                           e continuamos a não perceber nada.
                                                                               (in "ESTÁDIO", 2008)

                                                                                        

1 comentário:

  1. Olha o Manel de Freitas a beber umas bejecas!...

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