{"id":138,"date":"2007-09-13T12:14:27","date_gmt":"2007-09-13T10:14:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/?p=138"},"modified":"2007-10-15T16:41:31","modified_gmt":"2007-10-15T14:41:31","slug":"132-el-ultimo-poema-de-henry-clacowski-por-mrtambourine-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/132-el-ultimo-poema-de-henry-clacowski-por-mrtambourine-man\/","title":{"rendered":"132- El \u00faltimo poema de Henry Clacowski. Por MrTambourine man"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Los cambios tambi\u00e9n<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0son fugaces,<br \/>\nnada aqu\u00ed se ha detenido,<!--more--><br \/>\nni siquiera por un segundo,<br \/>\npara apiadarse<br \/>\nde este recuerdo azul<br \/>\nen el que ya<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 no superpones<br \/>\ntu imagen de enredadera.<\/p>\n<p>He buscado la muerte<br \/>\ncomo recompensa diaria<br \/>\nen cada tropiezo,<br \/>\nen cada amago venenoso,<br \/>\nde luz\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 y\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 de ausencia de ti,<br \/>\nhe decidido volver,<br \/>\ny cuando vuelva,<br \/>\nseguir\u00e1n astutos\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0los silencios,<br \/>\nsi es que est\u00e1n,<br \/>\nlas mismas mesas<br \/>\ncon los mismos tiempos<br \/>\nal borde del jard\u00edn,<br \/>\nel rastro cotidiano<br \/>\nde un motor desatascado<br \/>\no el despertar vivo<br \/>\nde una mu\u00f1eca de tela<br \/>\nque disfrazamos<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 por ultima vez.<\/p>\n<p>Era fugaz la vida<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 cuando estabas,<br \/>\nr\u00e1pidos raptos hipocondr\u00edacos<br \/>\nque aun conservo<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0bajo la llave violeta<br \/>\nde tus manos calientes,<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 manchadas de domingo,<\/p>\n<p>y quiz\u00e1s cuando vuelva<br \/>\ntodo ya no ser\u00e1 todo<br \/>\ny en ese espacio<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\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0intermedio<br \/>\nquepa una vida<br \/>\ny mi cuerpo se deslice<br \/>\npor tu recuerdo.<\/p>\n<p>Pero ya no puedo existir<br \/>\nporque los poros<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0de mi cuerpo,<br \/>\nse convierten en heridas<br \/>\ny duele,<br \/>\nconfirmo que duele<br \/>\nla ausencia fr\u00e1gil<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 de tu recuerdo.<\/p>\n<p>Porque era fugaz<br \/>\nla vida<br \/>\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 cuando estabas,<br \/>\ny de eso,<br \/>\nme acabo de dar cuenta.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Los cambios tambi\u00e9n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0son fugaces, nada aqu\u00ed se ha detenido,<\/p>\n<p> <a class=\"continue-reading-link\" href=\"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/132-el-ultimo-poema-de-henry-clacowski-por-mrtambourine-man\/\"><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-138","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138","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=138"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=138"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=138"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=138"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}