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Cavaco poeta

Carneirinhos!
Sem tirar a cabeça do caminho,
Escutem bem as palavras
Deste vosso sábio pastor.
Que foi ele que em tempos derramou
O asfalto onde enterrais os vossos pés:

Fomos todos bem sucedidos.
Avaliados e aprovados.
Em breve chegaremos à terra prometida.
Cumpriremos o nosso destino.
Seremos recompensados por tanto esforço.

Será uma praça
Com forte cheiro a cera derretida
Roque Santeiro estará no meio
Dançando com Blimunda empanturrada
Ao som da flauta interna do Padre Passos
E os 3 levantarão vôo até desaparecerem numa nuvem.

Quem mo disse foi a minha santa mulherzinha
Com quem pratico muito amor e
Partilho uma fé inabalável nas minhas ovelhinhas.

 
Agora vá lá 

Continuem a caminhada
Que senão os senhores da troika ainda vos tiram o canudo.

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