MÉRCORES POÉTICOS

                                             Este é o punto mesmo.
                                                                                 Eiquí
                                             —entre a corda rota
                                             e inmóbil das horas—
                                                                                 párase
                                                                                 cristaíña
                                                                                 a roda da noite.
                                             Eiquí
                                             —a lúa entre salas desertas
                                             de madureza—
                                                                                 comeza
                                                                                 silenciosa
                                                                                 a roda da alba.
                                                  Álvaro Cunqueiro, Mar ao norde