{"id":237,"date":"2007-09-30T19:23:09","date_gmt":"2007-09-30T17:23:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/?p=237"},"modified":"2007-10-15T13:51:44","modified_gmt":"2007-10-15T11:51:44","slug":"231-fuego-por-carlos-miranda","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/231-fuego-por-carlos-miranda\/","title":{"rendered":"231- Fuego. Por Carlos Miranda"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ah\u00ed en el pasto de esa plaza,
\n<\/font><\/span>donde los amantes se revuelcan
\n<\/font><\/span>por la noche desfilan las ratas.
\n<\/font><\/span>\u00a0<\/font><\/span>Caricias que se tejen y crecen
\n<\/font><\/span>a plena luz del d\u00eda
\n<\/font><\/span>bajo el tibio sol de la primavera.
\n<\/font><\/span>\u00a0<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>F\u00e9rtiles,\u00a0 j\u00f3venes, ardientes
\n<\/font><\/span>se prodigan desinhibidos arrumacos.
\n<\/font><\/span>Como una postal, a sus espaldas,
\n<\/font><\/span>se levanta la Catedral: pulcra y rojiza
\n<\/font><\/span>(ruborizada quiz\u00e1s por el espect\u00e1culo).
\n<\/font><\/span>\u00a0<\/font><\/span> <\/span>Entonces
\n<\/font><\/span>sobre el pasto de esa plaza
\n<\/font><\/span>donde los amantes dan forma al verbo
\n<\/font><\/span>por la noche corren las ratas.
\n<\/font><\/span>\u00a0<\/font><\/span>Luego
\n<\/font><\/span>cuando la luna ilumina
\n<\/font><\/span>y proyecta la Catedral sobre la hierba
\n<\/font><\/span>y mientras los amantes descansan
\n<\/font><\/span>separados
\n<\/font><\/span>entre c\u00f3modas s\u00e1banas con el fuego en suspenso.
\n<\/font><\/span>Las ratas desfilan, corren y procrean
\n<\/font><\/span>sin reparar (tampoco)
\n<\/font><\/span>ni en edificios, cruces, ni santos.
\n<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

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Ah\u00ed en el pasto de esa plaza, donde los amantes se revuelcan por la noche desfilan las ratas.<\/p>\n

Leer m\u00e1s<\/span><\/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-237","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237","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=237"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=237"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=237"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=237"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}