Crônicas do Frio (28) - O Terremoto

O  T  r     m     o
       e  r e    o t         (Tremores)

Fervendo em febre, 
                                    ela treme, 
                                                      geme, 
                                                                 grita, 
                                                                           chora,
                                                                                      sangra, 
                                                                                                   tosse, 
                                                                                                              contorce, 
                                                                                                                               racha, 
                                                                                                                                          vomita 

e de toda a forma tenta chamar a atenção... 
Na esperança, 
                         desesperada e em vão, 
                                                                 do ser humano...
 
Ter
 
Remorso.

[Já entregamos alvo e artilharia, não temos pena nem de nós. Ao ver destroços a alma esfria]

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