Eu não sabia
                                  ler poesia
                                      Eu não sabia
                                  fazer poesia
                                      Eu não sabia
                                  se chorava
                                      ou se ria
                             Grão de fava que plantei
                                        No escuro
                                        Breve futuro
                                        Busca luz
                                        Brota na tez
                                        Primeira vez
                                        Fiz nascer
                                             Uma
                                             Vida
                                              Isso
                                               É
                                               Pó
                                                é
                                                si
                                                 a