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ÔNIBUS

         

                                                             DIA COMUM,

                                                             DE UMA CIDADE DE PEDRA.

                                                             CORAÇÕES ASSELERADOS,

                                                             PASSOS APRESSADOS,

                                                             AS PESSOAS TEM PREÇA.

                                                             É O DIA QUE VEM,

                                                             O DIA COMEÇA.

                                                             CARROS SE ESPREMEM,

                                                             SINAL FECHADO.
                                                             PESSOAS SE ACOTOVELAM,
                                                             NÃO OLHAM PRO LADO.
                                                             SILÊNCIO ROMPIDO,
                                                             BUSINAS DE CARROS.
                                                             O AR POLUÍDO,
                                                             ÔNIBUS LOTADO.
                                                             PESSOAS EM PÉ,
                                                             OUTROS SENTADOS.

                                                             BRAÇOS ERQUIDOS

                                                             POBRES COITADOS.

                                                             SUOR ESCORRENDO

                                                             O GORDO GEMENDO.

                                                             OUTRO SE ESPREMENDO.

                                                             TEM OUTRO DO LADO,

                                                             SOFRENDO CALADO.

                                                             ALGUÉM DEU SINAL,
                                                             O SINAL TÁ FECHADO.

                                                             TEM GENTE DESCENDO.

                                                             O ÔNIBUS SEGUE,

                                                             SEGUE GENTE SOFRENDO.

                                                                                                  Tico - Março de 2011