a

no rádio

                                                     a cabeleireira

                       é vermelha

                                                                                           venha

                                                                                                                                    me dê a mão

a folha do não-me-toque

                                                             o medo da solidão

                                                                                           venha

                                                                                                        o mundo é táctil

                                                          como o urso de pelúcia

                                                      e prático

                                                  e asséptico

                                                                                         como o sabão

                                                                          e a bola

                                                                  que escapa

                                            ainda agora

                                                                                         de sua mão

pablo!

               pablo!

                                  o mundo é degustável

                                                                              como o angu

                                                                           o frango

                                                                      e o quiabo

                                é feito de tudo

                                                                    e de nada

                                                                                                               e pode dar dor-diarréia

passa boi

passa boiada

                               e tigres reluzem

                               e lobos afiam suas garras

                                                                             em soturnas alcatéias

uma charada

                             feito de tudo

                                        e de nada

                                                                       o mundo-panacéia

                 pode explodir

                                           ou não

                                                                       absurda granada

                                           que cabe inteira

                                                                       em sua mão

                                                                                                               — mas você não sabe.

b

                                                                                                                                   ainda agora

                                                                                da fábrica de teletipos

                                                             pipocam

                                           palavras-bomba

                                                                                ou antes

                                                                         ki-crocantes

                                                                                                                  fora do seu refeitório

digo

               repertório

                                         irã

                                                   zimbabwe

                                   sri lanka

                                                   afeganistão

                                                                           fragmentos de facismo

                    e uma inesperada

                                                         estética da recepção

                                                                                                                                                foi-se

o estruturalismo

                                    e outros instumentos

                                                                                    de percursão

veja você

                                    no rádio

                                    na tv

                                                        vestindo fantasia

                                                         tirando a roupa

                                    ministros

                                                          de bottomless

                                                          comem lulas

                                                                                              no ABC

                                                                                                                                        veja você

                                                                                                                    na tv

                                                                                         a água é viva

                                                              o picapau amarelo

                                  o mundo tranqüibelo

                                                                            malu é homem

                                                                                   e o homem

                                                                           polichinelo

tem um urso russo

                       perdido

                                   em seu percurso

                       tem uma águia cega

                                                                    capenga

                                      mas cheia de lenga-lenga

                                                                                                                  uma águia do tio sam

                                                                               dando rasantes

                                                            em países

                                                                                 perdidos

                                                                                                          no mapa e na noite malsã

tem

            a política do corpo

                              o urro do lucro

                                          o jogo do logro

                                                        tem

                                                                    em tudo

                                                                                          um gosto

                                                                                                                                     de malogro

c

veja você

                     o que dá na tv

                                                                 status

                                                                                  ferrorama

                                                                 advance

                                                                                  sândalos

                                                                                                         desodorantes

                                                                escândalos

                 o tigre da esso

                                              o sabor do sucesso

                                                                                                                                      negociatas

                                                                                                        sangue

                                                               bangue-bangue

                           feijoada em lata

cenoura

                  a 80 pratas

                                      um mundo de ferro

                                                             e lama

                                                                                 em que você pensa

                                                                                        sem saber

                                                               você pensa

                                                                                        no universo

                                                                                                                                  de sua cama

d

 

mas é maio o mês

                                 e sopra o sol

                                 uma chama

                                                           aquecendo o frio

                                                           o rio

                                                                      de sua cama

                                                                                                      ainda não existem enganos

                                                                   eles não cabem

                                       na geografia

                                                                  de seus quatro anos

                                                                                                                                              pablo!

                                                                                                            pablo!

                               hoje é seu o mundo

                               e descobri-lo

                               é defrontá-lo

                                                                       e desvendá-lo

                                                                                                            dentro

                                                                                                                      do tabuleiro chinês

chorar

                           recua duas casas

            sorrir

                                     avança três

                                                              entender o mundo

                                                                                                                    depende do freguês

                           agora

                                           venha

                                                          me dê a mão

                                                jogue — é sua a vez!