Alma Inquieta

                                                Nuvens cinzas
                                                pintam os dias
                                                de cores sombrias.

                                                Uma ameaça paira
                                                sobre a praça,
                                                enquanto a tempestade
                                                espreita sem alarde.

                                                O vento suave mal denuncia
                                                o temporal que o céu prenuncia.

                                                A alma inquieta do viajante
                                                à procura do seu destino
                                                navega itinerante
                                                no imenso redemoinho.

                                                Mares sem remanso,
                                                cidades sem abrigo,
                                                vidas sem arrimo.

                                                RJ, 29/12/2004.