MAIO - 1997

                                                    EMÌLIO  ARAÙJO  RODRIGUEZ

                                                                        P I A N O

                                                               Já não sei viver
                                                               sem tocar o meu piano,
                                                               os anos vão passando
                                                               e ele é como um mano.
                                                               Seus acordes magistrais
                                                               me ajudam a viver;
                                                               suas teclas são metais
                                                               que agitam o meu ser.

                                                              Quando soa a melodia
                                                              do meu piano colossal,
                                                              é como a luz do dia,
                                                              faz alegre o festival.
                                                              Não há hora que eu não fique
                                                              à espera do sinal
                                                              de sentar ao meu piano,
                                                              e fazer meu carnaval.