Teobaldo tenho inveja de ti
          Vives nas gavetas intimas
             Da Mônica
                Eu sempre quis
                   Um momento
                      Da intimidade
                          Dela
                           Veloz
                              Esse desejo
                                   De acariciar
                                     O rosto
                                        Distante
                                         A palavra
                                           Reencontro
                                             Se torna
                                                Lenitivo
                                                   Na Paraty
                                                      Idílio
                                                   Uma vez
                                                      Muda
                                                        De lugar
                                                           Comigo
                Prometo que as gavetas ficarão
                    Fechadas com minha partida
            
.