{"id":1001,"date":"2016-08-19T21:10:00","date_gmt":"2016-08-19T21:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/vitalidades-carentes-de-provecho-poema-edel-morales\/"},"modified":"2016-08-19T21:10:00","modified_gmt":"2016-08-19T21:10:00","slug":"vitalidades-carentes-de-provecho-poema-edel-morales","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/vitalidades-carentes-de-provecho-poema-edel-morales\/","title":{"rendered":"Vitalidades carentes de provecho – Poema – Edel Morales"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Para qu\u00e9 te sostiene. <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Para qu\u00e9 se desgasta in\u00fatilmente<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
mi psiquis <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\u2014que alguien menos triste llamar\u00eda sin eufemismos <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
mi alma\u2014<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
en vitalidades carentes de provecho.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Para qu\u00e9 me infarto.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Para qu\u00e9 retorno en paz a ese futuro<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
anulado antes de ser<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\u2014los libros, los nietos, los caminos<\/i>\u2014<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
con giros y palabras<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
que igual pronunciar\u00eda en el m\u00e1s \u00e1rido desierto.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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Por m\u00e1s estoicas que sean sus previsiones <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
nada significan en tu argot <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
los amables gestos \u2014incomprendidos siempre\u2014<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
que mi \u00e1nimo intenta proponer.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Carente de emoci\u00f3n est\u00e1 tu vida, seca. <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Desolada y fr\u00eda est\u00e1 tu especie, recelosa del bien.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Como el arroz marchito antes del sol de su cosecha. <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Como los capiteles muertos tras el paso de los siglos.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
As\u00ed es mi miedo a perder por inacci\u00f3n <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\u2014o por ausencia elemental de forma y de sentido\u2014<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
lo que siempre supe definir: lo m\u00e1s amado.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
As\u00ed es el nervio de mi entrega.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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Pero pasan los d\u00edas y las noches <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
y otra vez los d\u00edas marcados de la fiesta<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
sin que mi voz te encuentre preparada.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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Para qu\u00e9 te sostiene, me pregunto, para qu\u00e9.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Si la ciudad se expande y canta y me seduce. <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Para qu\u00e9 se desgasta in\u00fatilmente <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

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mi alma lamentable.<\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

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Alberto EDEL MORALES Fuentes<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

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https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/moralesedel<\/a><\/span><\/o:p><\/div>\n
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https:\/\/www.twitter.com\/EdelMorales2<\/a><\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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Para qu\u00e9 te sostiene. Para qu\u00e9 se desgasta in\u00fatilmente mi psiquis \u2014que alguien menos triste llamar\u00eda sin eufemismos mi alma\u2014 en vitalidades carentes de provecho. Para qu\u00e9 me infarto. Para qu\u00e9 retorno en paz a ese futuro anulado antes de ser \u2014los libros, los nietos, los caminos\u2014 con giros y palabras que igual pronunciar\u00eda en<\/p>\n

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