CONTEMPLAÇÃO

                                   CONTEMPLAÇÃO

                                                           Sob a penumbra da noite
                                                            eu contemplava o mar...
                                                        Ouvindo o barulho das ondas
                                                               batendo como açoite
                                                            Em meus sentimentos...
                                                               As gotas de chuva
                                                 confundiam-se com minhas lagrimas...
                                                             Rolando em minha face
                                                            pareciam encher o mar...
                                                             Em cada gota que caia
                                                               sua imagem se abria
                                                            revelando meu caminho
                                                         Sem seu amor, seu carinho
                                                           Caminhava pelas ondas
                                                            que tocavam meu corpo
                                                                em total desatino...
                                                                    Já que aqui
                                                                selei meu destino...

                                                                Rodrigues Chagas