Triste Tarde

                                  
                                                         Como as tardes de outros dias,
                                                         Uma tarde;
                                                         Uma tarde vazia,
                                                         Fria,
                                                         Melancólica.
                                                         Saio...
                                                         Tudo triste. Tristeza nesta tarde;
                                                         Uma enorme solidão.
                                                         Uma canção saudosa.
                                                         Um anjinho que passa,
                                                         Para um cemitério triste...
                                                         Os sinos dobram;
                                                         Saudades...
                                                         Lágrimas...
                                                         Risos de crianças...
                                                         E tudo o que eu não vejo,
                                                         Não ouço,
                                                         Não sinto.
                                                         Tarde de inverno;
                                                         Escura.
                                                         Como as tardes de outros dias,
                                                         Uma tarde.
                                                         Uma tarde vazia,
                                                         Fria,
                                                         Melancólica.


                                                                                                                Paulo Holanda