Rosângela Trajano
Buraquinhos nas paredes
Lembro-me como se fosse hoje
Da pequenina casa onde nasci
No meio do mato verde
Perto de um jacaré cresci.
Havia buraquinhos nas paredes
Os dedos eu neles metia
Era brincadeira de menino
Brigava comigo a minha tia.
A casa dos buraquinhos nas paredes
Nunca poderei esquecer
Deixei lá três peões e um soldado
Num ontem ao amanhecer.
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