Escondera-se o sol!
                                As sombrias formas,
                                de luz,
                                cobriam o cristal do espelho.
                                Lá estavam...
                                Mil faces, num rosto,
                                mutantes!

                                Falavam, todas, ao mesmo tempo:
                                ____”Sou Deus-Homem
                                pelo avesso.
                                Cara ou Coroa
                                moeda...
                                Sou, eu, a face de quem?

                                ___ Sou a doçura do fel;
                                um colibri de rapina,
                                gavião ou beija-flor...
                                A face de quem serei?”

                                Tonteiam-me o discernir.
                                A luz mostra-me os dentes,
                                marfins pontiagudos:
                                ___ “Serpente encantada,
                                venenosa princesa...
                                quando essa rosa
                                desabrochará?”

                                A incerteza,
                                qual lobo raivoso,
                                mordia-me a alma
                                em noites de plenilúnio:
                                ___ “Cara ou Coroa
                                moeda...
                                A face de quem serei?”

                                E juntavam-se as formas...
                                formando rostos,  
                                disformes...
                                numa química
                                diabólica!

                                Rostos de pedra,
                                em corpos de lodo,
                                que sorriam histéricos...
                                estéreis,
                                vazios de emoção.

                               ___ “ Moeda...
                                Cara ou Coroa,
                                a minha face, onde está?”

                                Do pântano,
                                profundo ,
                                emerge a gigantesca ostra
                                trazendo no seio
                                imaculado,
                                puríssimo...
                                a minha verdadeira face.
                            
                                Um grito, de sons, vazio
                                anuncia
                                ___ “Ei-la que nasce das profundezas!”        
                                Sobre a lama fosforescente,
                                meu verdadeiro EU
                                pulsava na dolorosa serenidade de um
                                ESPINHO!