{"id":889,"date":"2017-06-06T14:40:00","date_gmt":"2017-06-06T14:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/vidalero\/"},"modified":"2017-06-06T14:40:00","modified_gmt":"2017-06-06T14:40:00","slug":"vidalero","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/vidalero\/","title":{"rendered":"Vidalero…"},"content":{"rendered":"
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cuando dios te queda lejos y el miedo mont\u00f3 un caballo m\u00e1s r\u00e1pido que tus ojos,<\/span><\/div>\n
no es de hombre gritarle al viento un odio largo\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
lo voy mascando en silencio,<\/span><\/div>\n
canto bajo pa\u2019 sentirme y que nadie m\u00e1s lo sepa;<\/span><\/div>\n
por otro lado, el camino me ense\u00f1a que uno anda odiando su misma prole de infiernos,<\/span><\/div>\n
y, de amigo canta bajito nom\u00e1s, pa\u2019 que yo lo sepa y nadie m\u00e1s pueda o\u00edrlo\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
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salta a veces a mis manos un grillo flacucho, de esos que ni pa\u2019 l\u00e1grima canta,<\/span><\/div>\n
y yo me quedo mirando la belleza de ese mundo que otros sospechan barato\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
r\u00e1pido no me he de ir, eso lo juro, mi ni\u00f1a,<\/span><\/div>\n
si por m\u00e1s irme es que vengo de donde nada termina,<\/span><\/div>\n
una cruz sobre la frente que se le llama memoria,<\/span><\/div>\n
un poema en la garganta pa\u2019 no resignar ternura<\/span><\/div>\n
y una vidala viajera,<\/span><\/div>\n
que no se va, que me salta a veces, flacucha, fea, en las manos\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
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y es por vos que se me arrima a domesticar el alma,<\/span><\/div>\n
minti\u00e9ndome chiquitito que los huesos no son le\u00f1a pa\u2019 quemarse lentamente,<\/span><\/div>\n
que el coraz\u00f3n no patea, que trae dulzura la ca\u00f1a tragada como agua buena\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
la verdad no me molesta, pero me gusta pasarla por el vidrio de tus ojos<\/span><\/div>\n
y ver qu\u00e9 secretos cuenta, qu\u00e9 airecito le da a un grillo, qu\u00e9 razones me entrevera\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
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si yendo por esas sendas donde el amor se perfuma<\/span><\/div>\n
la carro\u00f1a me rodea con ganas de machacarme los dedos pa\u2019 hacerlos tumba,<\/span><\/div>\n
pero all\u00e1 lejos, mis miedos, a caballo lanzan gritos,<\/span><\/div>\n
no de odio, no de miedo\u2026 de sencillitos nom\u00e1s cantan vidala\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
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\u201cpues pa\u2019 besar es que guardo tus l\u00e1grimas en mi boca,<\/span><\/div>\n
como un rosario de piedras y florcitas araucanas,<\/span><\/div>\n
que alg\u00fan duende vidalero le menude\u00f3 a la llovizna<\/span><\/div>\n
y las floreci\u00f3 en tus p\u00e1rpados, mi ni\u00f1a\u201d\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
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\u2026as\u00ed me ronda la copla que me dej\u00f3 un grillo viejo,<\/span><\/div>\n
y es por vos que se me arrima a mimosearme en los labios<\/span><\/div>\n
que se hermosearon primero en tu sonrisa,<\/span><\/div>\n
viajando largo\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
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Horacio De Stefano <\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

cuando dios te queda lejos y el miedo mont\u00f3 un caballo m\u00e1s r\u00e1pido que tus ojos, no es de hombre gritarle al viento un odio largo\u2026 lo voy mascando en silencio, canto bajo pa\u2019 sentirme y que nadie m\u00e1s lo sepa; por otro lado, el camino me ense\u00f1a que uno anda odiando su misma prole<\/p>\n

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