DIA SEGUINTE

Cabelos desalinhados.

                                               Olheiras profundas.
                                               Boca seca.
                                               Uma forte dor de cabeça!
                                               Lembranças ...
                                               Wisky ... martinis ...
                                               Quantos?
                                               Wisky’s ou martinis?
                                               Azeitonas foram muitas!
                                               Os martinis?
                                               Com gelo?
                                               Muitas pedras!
                                               Mas o wisky?
                                               Os copos? Vários!
                                               Garçom? Apenas um!
                                               A noite? Uma,  somente uma!!
                                               Horas?
                                               Eram ... 22h !
                                               Depois ...  3h!
                                               Mas o garçom era o mesmo!
                                               O wisky? Era o mesmo!
                                               As doses? Essas não contei!
                                               E os martinis? Brancos ou doces?
                                               Alguns!
                                               As taças eram lindas!
                                               E as azeitonas verdes!
                                               As luzes do bar coloridas!
                                               As garrafas brilhantes!
                                               Música?
                                               Sim, havia uma voz ... um piano ...
                                               Essa dor de cabeça ...
                                               Essas olheiras ...
                                               A boca seca!
                                               Foram as azeitonas!
                                               E os wisky’s?  E os martinis?
                                               Não sei ... alguns ...
                                               E a noite ... apenas uma!
                                               E o amor?
                                               Não sei!
                                               Igual  azeitonas!
                                               Sobrou apenas caroço!
                                               E essa dor de cabeça!
                                               O garçom foi o mesmo!
                                               Fiel  até a última dose.
                                               E os martinis?
                                               E os wisky’s?
                                               Ah! Essas olheiras!
                                               Essa boca seca!
                                               Essa dor de amor!

 Edison Borba