SÃO ESBELTAS AS ÁRVORES

                                                       São esbeltas as árvores
                                                       que decoram os meus olhos
                                                       Nelas, pássaro azul
                                                       faz melodias de luzes
                                                       O encanto almofada de pétalas
                                                       o leito do coração

                                                       Uma criança traquina
                                                       corre por minhas veias
                                                       O perfume de jasmim
                                                       inunda-me de infância
                                                       tão tranquilamente
                                                       quanto inesquecível labrador
                                                       lambe os meus pés

                                                       Não acredito em anjos
                                                       mas sinto-os adejar
                                                       por cânticos maviosos

                                                                                                            Manuel Correia Fernandes