{"id":124,"date":"2007-09-12T21:07:46","date_gmt":"2007-09-12T19:07:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/?p=124"},"modified":"2007-10-15T16:51:36","modified_gmt":"2007-10-15T14:51:36","slug":"118-la-flor-nunca-completa-por-lilith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/118-la-flor-nunca-completa-por-lilith\/","title":{"rendered":"118- La flor nunca completa. Por  Lilith"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Claridad del pincel atraviesa el lienzo \u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\ny trepa\u00a0 por un muro que boquea de sirenas.\u00a0\u00a0<!--more-->\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00bfEs Luc\u00eda quien duerme \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\nen un bosque de lava?<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfLa que pinta sobre la doble tela \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\ninventa a la que palpa \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\nel cielo raso\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 el mar\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0un puente de sand\u00edas?<\/p>\n<p>Y Lilith, de su mano<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 como un pez diminuto \u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\nlas divide, las une \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\ndurante cuarentaicinco lunas.<\/p>\n<p>Ha sido el minutero inamovible<br \/>\nel que onde\u00f3 sin reposo en esos dedos: \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 arco de disparar el iris hacia cada color.<\/p>\n<p>Luc\u00eda comi\u00f3 sombreros y bebi\u00f3 agua de tiempo<br \/>\nmientras Lilith le hablaba \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\nde mujeres nocturnas \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\nde regreso a la luz \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\no\u00eddas con la piel en los <em>maitines<br \/>\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (una forma distinta de morirse lejanas\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 del Jard\u00edn del Ed\u00e9n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 tal vez con menos agua y m\u00e1s tormento \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 el nudo\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 la corola<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0lo que hace a la flor nunca completa.)<br \/>\n-\u00bfA qui\u00e9n buscas?<br \/>\n-Al odio. Es un hombre morado<br \/>\nque dormita en las islas encerrado en ma\u00edz.<br \/>\n-Ha muerto y vive en Isis:<br \/>\n\u00a0laberinto de sangre hacia un azul sin puertas.<\/p>\n<p>Y Lilith atraviesa la sombra de Luc\u00eda\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\nen el fondo de un mar \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<br \/>\npintado al \u00f3leo.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Claridad del pincel atraviesa el lienzo \u00a0\u00a0 y trepa\u00a0 por un muro que boquea de sirenas.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n<p> <a class=\"continue-reading-link\" href=\"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/118-la-flor-nunca-completa-por-lilith\/\"><span>Leer m\u00e1s<\/span><i class=\"crycon-right-dir\"><\/i><\/a> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-124","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/124","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=124"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/124\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=124"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=124"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=124"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}