POEMA DA PARTIDA
                                                                   

                                                                                           

                                                                      Barcos velhos param na tarde,

                                                                      Nuvens cinza passam devagar,

                                                                      Árvores brancas esperam o vento

                                                                      Com braços longos como gritos,

                                                                      Pássaros negros voam para o infinito

                                                                      E a paisagem fica, tem séculos e séculos para ficar

                                                                      Mas eu passo e deixo ficar a alma

                                                                      Só levo o corpo, já vazio, já inútil

                                                                      Levo o que resta de mim.

 

 

                                                                              Sérgio Figueiredo





                                                  ( 1º Prémio na categoria Poesia Livre nos Jogos Florais AATIB 2013)