O Poeta dos Aflitos (Versão 2021)

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Tu que tanto desejas ser amado,
o que significam as tuas palavras?
Com os teus versos indelicados,
o que desejas tanto?

Como é que podes falar
tão cegamente do amor?
Os teus versos sujos
são como uma espada
de dois gumes.
Os teus olhos maldosos
procuram algo irreal.

O teu coração queima de malícia,
cospes nada mais que ódio.
Com a tua língua de cobra,
envenenas o amor
como um romance
de Shakespeare.

Se aprenderes a amar-te
poderás ver que há esperança,
algo mais puro e verdadeiro.

Porém, a tua loucura
levou-te a delirar.
Tu sujas o amor
com a tua poesia imunda.

O mesmo amor que te é oferecido,
é o mesmo que rejeitas.
A viver em tanta decadência emocional,
um dia desaparecerás só
no meio do vazio cósmico.

original: http://memoriasdeumdetextor555.blogspot.com/2020/01/poeta-dos-aflitos.html

imagem: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/63626331

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