É hora de partir

                                                       É chegada a hora de
                                                       deixar as sandálias velhas
                                                       cheias de espinhos
                                                       e caminhar descalça

                                                       Cavar com as mãos
                                                       um poço profundo
                                                       ou esperar pela água
                                                       doce da chuva

                                                       Lamber as feridas
                                                       purulentas do peito
                                                       ou cortar fundo
                                                       na própria carne 

                                                       Findou-se o Inverno
                                                       a neve e o gelo
                                                       Virá a Primavera
                                                       o perfume e as flores!