Prólogo para Carlos Marighella por Wilson Barbosa - Negus

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                                                                    Prólogo
                                                          Meu corpo de sangue
                                                          minha hora de vinho
                                                          meu olho de dúvida
                                                          meu longo caminho
                                                          eu sozinho
                                                                     II
                                                          Minha mão coração
                                                          minhalma faminta
                                                          meus olhares de negro e verde
                                                          criaturas de sombra
                                                          hora de absinto
                                                                     III
                                                          Humilhado tão belo
                                                          seu pescoço de jugo
                                                          sua fronte de glória
                                                          seu momento de tudo
                                                          perseguido
                                                                     IV
                                                          Tu foste bela manhã
                                                           hora pura de ar puro
                                                           e doce foste
                                                           A noite em tí
                                                           desprendia perfumes
                                                           fogos secretos luz nova e estranha
                                                                      V
                                                           Tu em sombra e luz
                                                            percorreste
                                                            a grande hora
                                                            teu coração mais fundo
                                                            tuas mãos imensas
                                                            teus olhos de luz
                                                            matrizes do futuro
                                                                      VI
                                                             Meu corpo de sangue
                                                             minha hora de vinho
                                                             meu olho de dúvida
                                                             meu longo caminho
                                                             eu sozinho
                                                                      VII
                                                             Entretecidos tons
                                                            de rósea aurora
                                                             nossos peitos eternos mananciais
                                                             nossa cólera de hora leite e espuma
                                                             nosso sangue dulçura...
                                                             não há mais!
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