Todo canto reserva certa timidez. É nele que se postam os que não querem aparecer, os que querem se esconder. Esconder de si mesmo, não se exporem aos outros. Os cantos passam despercebidos. A atenção maior está no exposto, no largo, no centro, naquilo que o olhar alcança por inteiro. O canto é o lugar de conforto naquilo que nos desconforta. É o abrigo, o esteio, o amparo. No canto, nos encaixamos, nos encaixotamos, almejamos nos algemar nele. Temos a visão do todo, sem estarmos tão visíveis. O canto nos permite a visão de mundo, sem o nosso comprometimento físico. Embora o canto seja de suma importância para sustentar duas paredes, ele não é valorizado, bem visualizado. Dificilmente ele é destacado com ornamentos, enfatizando sua existência. Os cantos são a sustentação de qualquer matéria criada, porém, a importância é dada somente à constituição total, como se os cantos não fossem necessários.
Busco fazer da minha vida um canto.
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