Morretes

Cachoeira imensa,
o corpo banhado
vibrou meu cerne
senti-me renovado

                   Instante mágico,
                   água gelada
                   seguindo seu curso
                   sempre calada

                                      Fechada na mata
                                      a água corre,
                                      meu corpo parado
                                      minha alma foge

                                                         Há vida em tudo,
                                                         inclusive na morte
                                                         e no meu peito ficará
                                                         cicatriz de um corte

                                                                            Corte que chegou
                                                                            no momento de separar
                                                                            minha alma do cosmo
                                                                            para da mata regressar.

(Fernando Monteiro)