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)