Nem eu acredito                                                                                    Vou e volto,dou voltas                                                                            No infinito.                                                                                               E,ainda vivo!                                                                                         Em pouco tempo                                                                                     Vou do choro ao riso.                                                                           Me sustento de                                                                                       ideias brilhantes                                                                                      Descompromissadas!                                                                                Iradas,coisa de artista.                                                                           Mas à contento,                                                                              Nem mesmo eu me                                                                                  reconheço.                                                                                              -                                                                                                 Que artista,que nada.                                                                          Essa alquimia desatinada,                                                                  Flor em flor lembra                                                                             Os sabores da vida.                                                                              O orvalho da madrugada.                                                                        Tecendo fio a fio o cabelo                                                                      Da mulher amada.                                                                                  -                                                                                                       Não há sereia,nem princesa                                                                    Que resista um beijo                                                                              do seu amado.                                                                                      Quem me dera ser artista                                                                      se não for tão complicado.