{"id":1002,"date":"2016-08-19T20:52:00","date_gmt":"2016-08-19T20:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/una-mano-en-el-traspie-poema-edel-morales\/"},"modified":"2016-08-19T20:52:00","modified_gmt":"2016-08-19T20:52:00","slug":"una-mano-en-el-traspie-poema-edel-morales","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/una-mano-en-el-traspie-poema-edel-morales\/","title":{"rendered":"Una mano en el traspi\u00e9 – Poema – Edel Morales"},"content":{"rendered":"
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He pensado en la muerte;<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
de un modo m\u00e1s preciso, en <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
morir \u2014un verbo minucioso,<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
apegado siempre<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
a lo real de la experiencia.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Cuando regresaba tarde a casa, <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
por las calles vac\u00edas,<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
he pensado mi muerte.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Fue ayer, digamos <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
ya casi un hoy sin sombras; <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
pero a\u00fan ahora<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
estrujo contra el rostro una mano crispada.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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De nada valen los actos<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
durante tanto tiempo dedicados a servir.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
De nada vali\u00f3 amar con toda el alma.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Sin una mano en el traspi\u00e9, sin una mirada <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
o una sencilla palabra de \u00e1nimo: <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
destruido estoy y solo,<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
con mi verdad a cuestas.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Y nada pueden hacer las multitudes <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
a las que tantas veces puse en marcha. <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Y nada puede la mujer que quise entera.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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Vac\u00eda est\u00e1 la vida en la pobre ciudad vac\u00eda.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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Con la mano crispada en el rostro he pensado en morir,<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
apenas ayer, hace un rato simplemente, digamos<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

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ahora.<\/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><\/div>\n
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<\/o:p><\/div>\n
https:\/\/www.twitter.com\/EdelMorales2<\/span><\/a><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

He pensado en la muerte; de un modo m\u00e1s preciso, en morir \u2014un verbo minucioso, apegado siempre a lo real de la experiencia. Cuando regresaba tarde a casa, por las calles vac\u00edas, he pensado mi muerte. Fue ayer, digamos ya casi un hoy sin sombras; pero a\u00fan ahora estrujo contra el rostro una mano crispada.<\/p>\n

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