Sobre harmônicos

                                                
                                                
                                                
                                               
                                       
                                                
                                        

                                                 Prefiro outras janelas de alma

                                                 aquelas que pulsam devagar,

                                                 e sopram faíscas de luz tênue,

                                                 avassaladoras,

                                                 e te assopram,

                                                 em ti mesmo,
                  
                                                 sem pontuar te esquecem.