{"id":1045,"date":"2016-06-10T14:05:00","date_gmt":"2016-06-10T14:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/vos\/"},"modified":"2016-06-10T14:05:00","modified_gmt":"2016-06-10T14:05:00","slug":"vos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/vos\/","title":{"rendered":"Vos…"},"content":{"rendered":"


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No hay formas en el viento, s\u00f3lo lluvia<\/span><\/div>\n
y la honda sensaci\u00f3n de la tierra que tuve entre las manos\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
\u2026vos, tal vez un largo regreso a quienes fuimos,<\/span><\/div>\n
quiz\u00e1 un salto al abismo y\u2026 otro d\u00eda,<\/span><\/div>\n
el amanecer feroz le va clavando los dientes a la calle<\/span><\/div>\n
que, entre gotas y l\u00e1grimas, dibuja una l\u00ednea deste\u00f1ida <\/span><\/div>\n
hasta perderse en\u2026 no importa, all\u00e1, tan lejos, tan m\u00eda, tan de nadie,<\/span><\/div>\n
como el oficio del viento, sin las formas, enred\u00e1ndose en tu pelo<\/span><\/div>\n
all\u00e1, tan lejos, tan m\u00eda\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
\u2026hoy trago olvidos<\/span><\/div>\n
para recordar que pude ser hoy, ahora o nunca,<\/span><\/div>\n
y no volver a olvidarme lo que quise recordar en cada trago\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
mientras la ciudad se asoma a su destino sin misterio,<\/span><\/div>\n
apenas algunos p\u00e1jaros se aguantan en el lomo este lagrimeo difuso,<\/span><\/div>\n
apenas algunas hojas que tiemblan<\/span><\/div>\n
cuando las besa una gota y luego otra, y otra\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
vos, y esta necesidad absoluta de mirarte<\/span><\/div>\n
para recordar que pude ser ma\u00f1ana, luna, beso, poema, lluvia,<\/span><\/div>\n
p\u00e1jaro y hoja,<\/span><\/div>\n
mientras el tiempo se traga otros olvidos para relojearme el alma<\/span><\/div>\n
y recordarme en el cuerpo la distancia<\/span><\/div>\n
que se prende a la ilusi\u00f3n all\u00e1, tan lejos, tan m\u00eda,<\/span><\/div>\n
vos\u2026 <\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Horacio De Stefano<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

No hay formas en el viento, s\u00f3lo lluvia y la honda sensaci\u00f3n de la tierra que tuve entre las manos\u2026 \u2026vos, tal vez un largo regreso a quienes fuimos, quiz\u00e1 un salto al abismo y\u2026 otro d\u00eda, el amanecer feroz le va clavando los dientes a la calle que, entre gotas y l\u00e1grimas, dibuja una<\/p>\n

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