Emoções da Primavera

 

Antonio Carlos Fusatto
(Para o meu neto Samuel, pela sua 10ª primavera)

 

Enquanto Astro rei,
              preguiçosamente desperta
                               no horizonte,

                                                          Fulgor incandesce abóboda celeste,
                                                                           qual lumaréu
                                                                                    de
                                                                         imensa fogueira.

                                                                                                                           Miríade diversos insetos,
                                                                                                                                 vagueiam sobre
                                                                                                                                             a
                                                                                                                                     relva túmida
                                                                                                                                             de
                                                                                                                                          orvalho

O bater frenético
      das asas,
              produzem forte
                    zumbidos,
                           amenizado apenas
                                   pelo farfalhar das
                                            folhas,
                                                  com o passeio
                                                           d’uma
                                                                 brisa morna.

                                                                                                            Continuo meu caminhar:
                                                                                                                      de repente!
                                                                                                                                 Aqui, ali, acolá, mais além;
                                                                                                                                            explosões
                                                                                                                                                     de cores
                                                                                                                                                              balouçantes!...

Inebriam minh’alma
         de
                  observador.
                            É primavera!
                                     Gargalhando flores!
                                               Transformando a natureza,
                                                             numa tela multicor.

 

                                                                                         Cujo esplendor,
                                                                                                    somente
                                                                                                               o
                                                                                                         Grande Arquiteto do          Universo,
                                                                                                                  sabe pintar!...