{"id":586,"date":"2021-11-16T20:22:00","date_gmt":"2021-11-16T20:22:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/la-mendiga\/"},"modified":"2023-04-12T19:37:24","modified_gmt":"2023-04-12T19:37:24","slug":"la-mendiga","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/la-mendiga\/","title":{"rendered":"La mendiga…"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Mira a la mendiga que no acierta<\/span><\/div>\n
a distinguir al mundo de sus precarios bienes,<\/span><\/div>\n
la que encuentras en sitios desolados <\/span><\/div>\n
construidos con todo aquello que olvidaste,<\/span><\/div>\n
la que arranca tu foto de un \u00e1lbum del futuro <\/span><\/div>\n
para enga\u00f1ar a la a\u00f1oranza,<\/span><\/div>\n
la que remueve con su aliento las ascuas del atardecer <\/span><\/div>\n
y es la hechicera <\/span><\/div>\n
que hace con las l\u00edneas de tus manos <\/span><\/div>\n
un sagrario para la idolatr\u00eda.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Mira a la que raja en dos <\/span><\/div>\n
las aguas del mar de tu conciencia\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
y pide, gime y vuela <\/span><\/div>\n
por las redes tendidas de tus sue\u00f1os,<\/span><\/div>\n
la que descansa su cabeza en una almohada <\/span><\/div>\n
hecha con plumas de la muerte<\/span><\/div>\n
y teje con tus l\u00e1grimas <\/span><\/div>\n
el crudo lienzo para las despedidas.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/a><\/div>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Mira a la que cambia <\/span><\/div>\n
las gotas de roc\u00edo del vaso de tu alba,<\/span><\/div>\n
la que cose tu silla con retazos del cansancio <\/span><\/div>\n
que habita en tu equipaje,<\/span><\/div>\n
la que hace de tu lecho una senda <\/span><\/div>\n
hasta la orilla de sus sue\u00f1os<\/span><\/div>\n
y transporta la niebla de tu noche <\/span><\/div>\n
en los carruajes del desvelo.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Mira a la mendiga <\/span><\/div>\n
que pisa tus huellas por las calles <\/span><\/div>\n
para saberte el rumbo,<\/span><\/div>\n
la que mide tu poder con la complicidad <\/span><\/div>\n
de un perfume o la potestad de un canto,<\/span><\/div>\n
la que trueca los siglos <\/span><\/div>\n
hasta dejarte afuera del tiempo de tu vida,<\/span><\/div>\n
la que empu\u00f1a el rayo del destino <\/span><\/div>\n
contra los desatinos de tu barro.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
M\u00edrala, <\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>no la dejes cruzar,<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>no la pienses ajena.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Ella es la mendiga.<\/span><\/div>\n
Ella es tu condena.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Martha Jacqueline Iglesias Herrera<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Del Libro de Poemas<\/span><\/b>: \u201cDecir la noche\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Poema ilustrado con la obra de la pintora polaca: Lidia Wylangowska. <\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Mira a la mendiga que no acierta a distinguir al mundo de sus precarios bienes, la que encuentras en sitios desolados construidos con todo aquello que olvidaste, la que arranca tu foto de un \u00e1lbum del futuro para enga\u00f1ar a la a\u00f1oranza, la que remueve con su aliento las ascuas del atardecer y es la<\/p>\n

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