{"id":1026,"date":"2016-07-05T17:01:00","date_gmt":"2016-07-05T17:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/miniaturas\/"},"modified":"2016-07-05T17:01:00","modified_gmt":"2016-07-05T17:01:00","slug":"miniaturas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/miniaturas\/","title":{"rendered":"Miniaturas…"},"content":{"rendered":"


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I.<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
 El polvo es polvo,<\/span><\/div>\n
y a veces mientras cae<\/span><\/div>\n
preside el sacrificio de s\u00ed mismo.<\/span><\/div>\n
La mano que lo borra.<\/span><\/div>\n
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II<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Ignoro si saberse ayuda a ser<\/span><\/div>\n
o cataliza la idea de borrarnos.<\/span><\/div>\n
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III<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Ce\u00f1idos de sombra,<\/span><\/div>\n
la luz es un sue\u00f1o mel\u00f3dico que nos abraza,<\/span><\/div>\n
cuando el no ser simula un reposo vivido.<\/span><\/div>\n
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IV<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Hay un vivir que nos concierne<\/span><\/div>\n
olvidado del resto,<\/span><\/div>\n
anterior a los plazos o los t\u00e9rminos;<\/span><\/div>\n
ce\u00f1ido en nuestras palmas<\/span><\/div>\n
como un epigrama pendiente de leerse<\/span><\/div>\n
en un lenguaje a veces olvidado<\/span><\/div>\n
por demasiado humano.<\/span><\/div>\n
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V<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Y as\u00ed vamos,<\/span><\/div>\n
cada vez m\u00e1s borrados<\/span><\/div>\n
del original que se aleja<\/span><\/div>\n
irreconciliable.<\/span><\/div>\n
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VI<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Leernos en copias<\/span><\/div>\n
como si fu\u00e9ramos originales.<\/span><\/div>\n
Escribir en abstracto.<\/span><\/div>\n
Borrarnos.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Helen Juliet <\/span><\/div>\n
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I.  El polvo es polvo, y a veces mientras cae preside el sacrificio de s\u00ed mismo. La mano que lo borra. II Ignoro si saberse ayuda a ser o cataliza la idea de borrarnos. III Ce\u00f1idos de sombra, la luz es un sue\u00f1o mel\u00f3dico que nos abraza, cuando el no ser simula un reposo vivido.<\/p>\n

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