SUBINDO A JATUARANA

 

                                                                                                                                                                                      Devagar, porque não sei                                                                                                                                            Onde quero ir                                                                                                                                                                   Há entre mim e os meus passos                                                                                                                                               Uma divergência instintiva                                                                                                                                                                   Há entre quem sou e estou F Pessoa – A de Campos)

 

Vamos então, mana,                                                                                                                                          percorrer a Jatuarana !                                                                                                                                         Subir a longa avenida,                                                                                                                                           sentir o que há de vida.                                                                                                                                       Agora no fim da tarde                                                                                                                                              quando o sol já não arde                                                                                                                                            nestas calçadas estreitas                                                                                                                           imprecisas ou mal feitas                                                                                                                                   iremos apenas caminhar

conhecer seus vários odores                                                                                                                                   talvez  sentir as dores                                                                                                                                         da pessoa fatigada                                                                                                                                                que já não sente nada ,                                                                                                                                              em pura anestesia                                                                                                                                                                                      o Eliot já  advertia                                                                                                                                         a cabeça na bandeja                                                                                                                                                       ah, que nunca seja                                                                                                                                                       esta minha canção                                                                                                                                                    

nem aquela do Alfredo .                                                                                                                                           Não, não revelarei segredo                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         e nem pretendo fingir                                                                                                                                    querendo apenas sentir                                                                                                                                               a vida tenra e crua                                                                                                                                                     desta minha rua

sem missão ou promessa                                                                                                                                            nem pressão nem pressa                                                                                                                              apreciar apenas os preços                                                                                                                                                           de lojas e seus adereços

Ouvir o chamado de sereias                                                                                                                            “olha as blusas, calças, meias                                                                                                                               chegue!”, a moça  diz sorridente                                                                                                                 cansada, meio inconsciente                                                                                                                                              - Não, agora não preciso                                                                                                                                          mas gostei de seu sorriso,

um perfume de  vestido                                                                                                                                          me deixa meio perdido                                                                                                                             subindo na contra-mão                                                                                                                                          ruas e  rimas sem razão?                                                                                                                              

Passa um casal apressado                                                                                                                                     conversando animado.

várias vozes, velhas melodias                                                                                                                             nas múltiplas pizzarias                                                                                                                                       - Hoje não, na semana que vem                                                                                                                               se eu estiver com alguém.

outro rosto anestesiado                                                                                                                                        espera o ônibus lotado

 

Um cão perambulante                                                                                                                                  caminha mais vibrante:                                                                                                                                             há um resto de comida                                                                                                                                           na sacola esquecida                                                                                                                                                     hum, a hora é  chegada                                                                                                                                                  de soltar lixo na calçada

entre atores e atrizes                                                                                                                                                   há os loucos felizes                                                                                                                                            Imitando uma autoridade                                                                                                                               importante na cidade.

Sobras de vidas                                                                                                                                                      ruas varridas                                                                                                                                                                vidas variadas

Louvada seja a dúvida                                                                                                                                     bendito o indeciso                                                                                                                              caminhante Narciso

O que é mais nobre para a alma                                                                                                                           manter a mente calma                                                                                                                                          para eludir a decisão                                                                                                                                                 ou iludir o coração?

Já nem se quer saber                                                                                                                                o  que vai acontecer

Uma mirada distante                                                                                                                                                   me deixa confiante                                             

                                                                                                                                              para logo me perguntar:                                                                                                                               onde mesmo quero chegar?

Será que perdi o rumo?                                                                                                                                        Faz bem ouvir  o Rumi                                                                                                                            “Continue a caminhar                                                                                                                                             embora não haja lugar                                                                                                                                                        pra onde  deva ir”

Ali na próxima esquina                                                                                                                                       talvez uma alma divina                                                                                                                                           me traga inspiração                                                                                                                                                 para  mudar de direção                                                                                                                                  ou afogar-me em mil e quinhentos                                                                                                                             e tantos argumentos

Viva a paisagem humana                                                                                                                                        da avenida Jatuarana!