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.
