Artur Azevedo

(7 July 1855 - 22 October 1908 / Maranhão)

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Depois que se casara aquela criatura,
Que a negra traição das pérfidas requinta,
Eu nunca mais a vi, pois, de ouropéis faminta,
De um bem fingido amor quebrara a ardente jura.

Alta noite, porém, vi-a pela ventura,
Numa avenida estreita e lobrega da quinta...
Painel é que se cuida e sem color se pinta,
De alvo femíneo vulto ou madrugada escura.

Maldito quem sentindo o pungitivo açoite
Do desprezo e na sombra a sombra de um afeto
A pular uma grade, um muro não se afoite.

— Prometes ser discreto? - O' meu amor! prometo...
Se não fosses tão curta, o'bem ditosa noite!
Se fosses mais comprido, o'pálido soneto!

Submitted: Monday, June 04, 2012
Edited: Monday, June 04, 2012

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