WOMEN IN BLACK

Texto de autoria de Alceu Natali com direito autoral protegido pela Lei 9610/98

Outside she dresses in mourning with diatomic derring-do, She is chic, Charming, Downright stunning, Inside she hides herself with no chromatic flamboyance, She is all mystery, All sortilege, All complexily adultery, She shows up in bizarre dreams some men have once in a blue moon, She is sinister with the left hand, Remote viewing with clairvoyant eyes, Magical with an intuitive mind, She lets her pleated skirt fall between her knees and feet, She is sharp, Scholarly, Erotically classy, She raises the lampshade skirt between her tighs and navel, She is bold, Crazy looking, And has a learnt by heart chat, A hasty man will not spare that woman wearing a nightgown-like dress, Available for love anywhere, Not even that both ways swinger with sunglasses and clad in rompers, Willing to win the body slipped in a suit with a head covered by a top hat, Outside she is impermeable and hangs on to black heat, She is steadfast, Almost inexpugnable, She deconstructs herself in colors, Inside she pierces through and radiates white light, She is loyal, Almost angelical, But does not discompose the monochromatic artifices, She is the very bizarre dreams some men have once in a lifetime and another in death, A sudden appearance, An enigmatic behavior, A surprising vanishing, She lowers her pleated skirt between her tights and shins, Knotty treatment, Stepping on, She rises the wrinkled skirt between her knees and groins, Remarkable restraint, Extroverted volition, Freed from compromise, She is fun, The oportunist man will not dismiss the exotic woman with a hat and transparent clothes, Standing by for a smart talk, Not even the teenager with braided hair, Ready to dovetail the one with a big bow tie on her frontal waist and with a look of oh, drive me crazy.