{"id":513,"date":"2022-06-16T08:41:00","date_gmt":"2022-06-16T08:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/la-poesia-de-angela-figuera-aymerich-guerra%e2%ad%90\/"},"modified":"2022-06-16T08:41:00","modified_gmt":"2022-06-16T08:41:00","slug":"la-poesia-de-angela-figuera-aymerich-guerra%e2%ad%90","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/la-poesia-de-angela-figuera-aymerich-guerra%e2%ad%90\/","title":{"rendered":"LA POES\u00cdA DE \u00c1NGELA FIGUERA AYMERICH: \u00abGUERRA\u00bb\u2b50"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Lo supe siempre. Al percibir la vida&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">dobl\u00e1rseme en el seno, al golpearme&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">un pulso repetido por las venas,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">lo supe: conceb\u00eda hacia la muerte.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">El Otro, aquel que hall\u00e9 en el Para\u00edso,&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">aquel a quien fui dada el primer d\u00eda,&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">dorm\u00eda en paz ce\u00f1ido a mi costado.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Ajeno a mi pasi\u00f3n no interpretaba<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">mi vientre henchido ni mi paso lento&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">ni pregunt\u00f3 jam\u00e1s por qu\u00e9 mis ojos&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">incrementaban su terror oscuro<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">bajo la luz de sucesivos soles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Dos veces fui llenada de misterio:&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Ca\u00edn cruj\u00eda en m\u00ed. Me trituraba.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Con su sabor agriaba mi saliva.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Abel me fue muy dulce. Como el zumo&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">de los maduros higos en verano,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">se dilu\u00eda en m\u00ed, sab\u00eda suave.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Jam\u00e1s dobl\u00f3 su peso mis rodillas.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a name='more'><\/a><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Los vi nacer. Menudos, desarmados.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Pero en su carne yo le\u00eda: muerte.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Los vi crecer unidos. Madurarse.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Pero en sus ojos yo le\u00eda: crimen.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Los vi llegar al borde de la sima,&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">al l\u00edmite del rayo y la tragedia.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Y, desde el fondo de mi sexo en ascuas,&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">clamaba a Dios, clamaba sin remedio:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">\u00bfNo son hermanos, di, no son hermanos,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">hechos de m\u00ed los dos hasta las u\u00f1as?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Ca\u00edn y Abel, los dos un solo fruto,&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">colg\u00e1ndome del pecho, una caricia&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">id\u00e9ntica al tocarles el cabello.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Los dos una cuchilla en mi garganta,&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">clav\u00e1ndose y doliendo d\u00eda y noche.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Doli\u00e9ndome la imp\u00e1vida belleza<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">de Abel, su rubia gracia conseguida.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Entre las mansas bestias, \u00e9l, mans\u00edsimo.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Doli\u00e9ndome Ca\u00edn, aprisionado&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">entre cortezas \u00e1speras, curtiendo&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">la mano destinada para el golpe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Si yo hubiera podido revertirlos<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">de nuevo a m\u00ed. Fundirlos. Confundirlos.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">\u00bfPor qu\u00e9, Se\u00f1or, los quieres desiguales;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">distintos en tu herencia y en tu gracia?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Yo los har\u00eda en m\u00ed. Yo los dar\u00eda<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">de nuevo a luz. Ca\u00edn tendr\u00eda entonces&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">el alma azul, los ojos inocentes<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">de Abel apacentando sus corderos.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Abel ofrecer\u00eda sacrificios<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">con manos de Ca\u00edn sucias de tierra&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">y una ligera sombra de pecado<\/span>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">har\u00eda m\u00e1s humana su sonrisa.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Mas nada pude hacer. Surgi\u00f3 la muerte.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Clam\u00e9 hacia Dios. Clam\u00e9. Pero fue en vano.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Ca\u00edn y Abel par\u00ed. Par\u00ed la GUERRA.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">\u00c1NGELA FIGUERA AYMERICH&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Bilbao 1902-1984<\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lo supe siempre. Al percibir la vida&nbsp; dobl\u00e1rseme en el seno, al golpearme&nbsp; un pulso repetido por las venas, lo supe: conceb\u00eda hacia la muerte. El Otro, aquel que hall\u00e9 en el Para\u00edso,&nbsp; aquel a quien fui dada el primer d\u00eda,&nbsp; dorm\u00eda en paz ce\u00f1ido a mi costado.&nbsp; Ajeno a mi pasi\u00f3n no interpretaba mi<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrap text-center\"><a href=\"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/la-poesia-de-angela-figuera-aymerich-guerra%e2%ad%90\/\" class=\"more-link btn btn-outline-secondary\">Continuar leyendo<\/a><\/div>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_seopress_robots_follow":"","_seopress_robots_imageindex":"","_seopress_robots_snippet":"","_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_robots_breadcrumbs":"","_seopress_robots_freeze_modified_date":"","_seopress_robots_custom_modified_date":"","_seopress_robots_canonical":"","_seopress_social_fb_title":"","_seopress_social_fb_desc":"","_seopress_social_fb_img":"","_seopress_social_fb_img_attachment_id":0,"_seopress_social_fb_img_width":0,"_seopress_social_fb_img_height":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_title":"","_seopress_social_twitter_desc":"","_seopress_social_twitter_img":"","_seopress_social_twitter_img_attachment_id":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_img_width":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_img_height":0,"_seopress_redirections_value":"","_seopress_redirections_enabled":"","_seopress_redirections_enabled_regex":"","_seopress_redirections_logged_status":"","_seopress_redirections_param":"","_seopress_redirections_type":0,"_seopress_analysis_target_kw":"","rop_custom_images_group":[],"rop_custom_messages_group":[],"rop_publish_now":"initial","rop_publish_now_accounts":[],"rop_publish_now_history":[],"rop_publish_now_status":"pending","footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-513","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autores"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/513","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=513"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/513\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=513"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=513"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=513"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}