"NATAL 82"

 
 
 
Luzes
      dan                                       coloridamente
           çan                                                                          formando chuva
               do                                                                        no colo da noite
                  enquanto a
                                     inteligentsia pantaneira
                                         saboreia Wisk 69
                                         ou balhantaine
 
Lá fora
            ébrio de cachaça pura
            o pobre revira o lixo
            a
              v
               i
                d
                  a
                   m
                     e
                      n
                       t
                        e         encontra pedaços de doces
                                   e sorri feliz
                                   É noite de natal!