O mar
                                                                                                                 Gaivotas




                As nuvens


                                                                           Brancas






                                      Tu


                                                                              Eu                                          O som




          O cheiro
                                                       Luz


                                                                                        Paz


                                                                                                                         Placidez
              Tu outra vez


                                                      O teu vestido branco
                                                                                                                           Voas


           Flutuas no plano do infinito
                                                                                O momento


                                                                                                                                        Uma imagem fixa


                     Presa na mente


                                                                          Porquê a fixação?


Porquê Tu?                                           
                                    Porquê a luz?                                                            Porquê o mar?


                                                                             Porquê o som?
  Porquê as gaivotas?                       
                                                                                                                               Porquê o branco?
                                                    Talvez a saudade...


A saudade da tua paz
                                                                                               Da tua placidez
                          Não tua, minha


                                                                                                   És mulher


                                                                                                                       Apologia feminina


                                                                       És a fonte
  O Sonho


                                                Deusa divina
                                                                                       Perfeição sem falhas                                                                                                             


                       És a imagem de um paraíso terreno, pelo qual não temeria morrer.
                                                                






                                                                        Amo-te.