{"id":696,"date":"2021-02-20T01:54:00","date_gmt":"2021-02-20T01:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/el-loco\/"},"modified":"2021-02-20T01:54:00","modified_gmt":"2021-02-20T01:54:00","slug":"el-loco","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/el-loco\/","title":{"rendered":"EL LOCO…"},"content":{"rendered":"


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\u201c\u00a1Busco a Dios!, \u00a1Busco a Dios!\u201d\u2026<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

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 <\/span>El Loco-La Gaya Scienza- Nietzsche.<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n
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Convert\u00ed mi vida en ruta<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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tras una amanecida como Samsa.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Yo fui el que prendi\u00f3 la luz a mediod\u00eda.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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El que corri\u00f3 desga\u00f1itado como loco<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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al percatarse que anochec\u00eda m\u00e1s de prisa<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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y que llev\u00e1bamos los restos de Dios<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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entre las manos.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Tambi\u00e9n alc\u00e9 mi voz in\u00fatilmente<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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ante el horror de ver el horizonte<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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falt\u00e1ndole al paisaje,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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destejiendo su tinte en las esponjas<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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-las mismas-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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que suprimieron el signo a mis preguntas<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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haciendo del fulgor astillas de cien sombras.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Yo fui aquel que no fue visto.<\/span><\/b><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Quien deambul\u00f3 entre los flancos del asombro<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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y subray\u00f3 del \u00faltimo silencio<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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en plena anochecida<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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desde el \u00faltimo r\u00e9quiem<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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su andamiaje \u00f3seo de baluarte.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Yo fui el cuerdo. Yo\u2026 fui el loco.<\/span><\/b><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Esteban D. Fern\u00e1ndez <\/span><\/span>
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\u201c\u00a1Busco a Dios!, \u00a1Busco a Dios!\u201d\u2026  El Loco-La Gaya Scienza- Nietzsche. Convert\u00ed mi vida en ruta tras una amanecida como Samsa. Yo fui el que prendi\u00f3 la luz a mediod\u00eda. El que corri\u00f3 desga\u00f1itado como loco al percatarse que anochec\u00eda m\u00e1s de prisa y que llev\u00e1bamos los restos de Dios entre las manos. Tambi\u00e9n alc\u00e9<\/p>\n

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