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com maiakovski
                               meu mestre
                                                      aprendi
                                                                   que a vida
                                                                                               está pela 7
                             com maia
                                      kovski
                                               meu
                               mestre
                                                     aprendi
a part
                 ir o verso
                            sabendo
                                         que o poema
                                                                   jamais vem
                                         ou sobrevém
                                                                 da bola tonta
                                                                                                                   que escorre
                 mas sim
como as
                 palavras
                                         da bola que sabe
                                                                               qdo
                                                                               onde
                                                                               como
                                                                               por que
                                                                                                                              morre
com maiakovski
                              meu mestre
                                                      aprendi a destreza do taco
o sentido exato
                              do poema
                                                      direcionado
                                                                                com maiakovski
                              meu mestre
                    apreendi
                                        justo existir
                                                               proeza breve
                                             susto
                       que resvala
                                      de dentro
                                                 (d)efeito à toa
                    de bola fora
                                                  que desvairada
                         do centro voa
                                                                                bola
                                                                       laica
                                                        assassinada
                 lou'cabala
                              descuidada
                                                           bola-bólido
                                             que embola
                                                                 e explode
                                                                                  nas entranhas
                                                                     sólido
                                                              sol de passagem
                                                                                                desarvorado
                                                                    fora de centro
                                             viagem em vão
                                                                      voragem
                                                                                    que nas estranjas
                                                                                                                         sacode
                                                    os dentros e adentros do suicidado
com maiakovski
                               meu mestre
                                                      aprendi
                                              que
                                                      bola de marfim
                               a revolução
                                                      é o não
                                                                     no centro do sim
                                                      é força extrema
                                                                    e ancha
                               e como o poema
                                              não está na concha
                                                                                       mas na gema
com meu taco
                               com maiakovski
                                                                     aprendi
                                                                                              a esgrimar palavras
a dar rumo
                               e velocidade
                                                        quem diria
                                                                                      às bolas
                                                                                      ao sexo
                               e à poesia  
fêmea caprichosa
                                                                     aprendi
                               a espantar o tédio
                                                                      não com rosas
mas com a emoção
                                               da vida e seu ofício
                                                                                      vodka
                                                                                      trabalho
                                                                                      bilhar
                                                                                      trabalho
                                                                                      fumo
                                                                                      trabalho
                                                                                      conas
                                                                                      trabalho
                                                                                      porradas
                                                                    e o prazer
                                                do sacrifício
com maiakovski
                               meu mestre
                                                             aprendi que o poema
                                                                      é bicho sestroso
                               é mesa de bilhar
                  macio e perigoso
                                                        estrôncio há
                                                        há sob o verde
                                                        ah
                            núcleo
                                         átomo
               campo
                            minado
                                                       com
                                        mkvsk
                                                       m mstr
                            aprnd
                                                                         explo
                                                                                                   o vrs
o verso
               como o taco
                                       um estopim
                                                                        onde se arrisca
               a ex-pl-o-s-~a-o
                                                      de cada
                                         palavra-bola
com
maia
koviski
             meu mestre
             aprendi que
                                        como o poema
                                        e o bilhar
             viver
             é
             vício
                          e compromisso
                                                                                   e ninguém escapa
                                                                          da 7
                                                        e da sorte
                                                da 7
                               e da morte
                  inserta
na caçapa
                 mas aprendi também
                                                      a tentar
                                                                   outras bolas
                                                      a bater
                                                                   forte
                                                                                abater outras 7
                                            e outras e outras e outras
                às vezes fácil
                                          às veses físsil
estrôncio há
                   há sob o verde ah
                                                      salto sobre a mesa minada
                                                                                                          — este o ofício.

 

                                                                                                     
Ronaldo Werneck
Rio de Janeiro, 1978
De Preto Nu Branco, inédito