{"id":74,"date":"2007-08-31T13:25:34","date_gmt":"2007-08-31T11:25:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/?p=74"},"modified":"2007-10-15T16:24:29","modified_gmt":"2007-10-15T14:24:29","slug":"68-y-entonces%e2%80%a6-por-plutamarco","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/68-y-entonces%e2%80%a6-por-plutamarco\/","title":{"rendered":"68- Y entonces\u2026 Por Plutamarco"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"right\"><strong>I Abril<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Tan callando llega<br \/>\nQue abiertos los ojos,<br \/>\nMudo el \u00e1nimo,<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\"><!--more--><br \/>\nLas aceras de mi espalda no<br \/>\nAdvirtieron<br \/>\nEl transe\u00fante que las andaba.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Y en la piel quedaron las huellas<br \/>\nHolladas,<br \/>\nRegadas de \u00f3sculos,<br \/>\nQue al calor de dos cuerpos que se<br \/>\nAmaban<br \/>\nGerminaron en un mes de Abril<br \/>\nSobre mis hombros.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Y entonces\u2026<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\"><strong>II El relicario<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Que este amor,<br \/>\nTan sucio,<br \/>\nSe guarda intacto<br \/>\nComo un sudario.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Lo adorar\u00e1n los perros.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Y al clarear el alba<br \/>\nS\u00f3lo quedar\u00e1n los huesos,<br \/>\nLimpios en su relicario.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Y entonces\u2026<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\"><strong>III El Despertar<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">De entre los despojos que se apilan<br \/>\nEn este cementerio<br \/>\nUrbanita,<br \/>\nAlgunos dormitan<br \/>\nSobre el asfalto.<br \/>\nOtros caminan hediondos<br \/>\nDe una muerte prematura,<br \/>\nUn \u00f3bito que hibrida<br \/>\nEl desamor y el recuerdo<br \/>\nEn un residuo<br \/>\nQue alimenta un cancro voraz<br \/>\nY eterno,<br \/>\nQue se pudre y se confunde.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Mas los hay que del marchito<br \/>\nPolvo<br \/>\nDe su propia muerte<br \/>\nViene a despertarlos un trueno<br \/>\nEn el ef\u00edmero abismo<br \/>\nQue dura la tormenta<br \/>\n\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I Abril Tan callando llega Que abiertos los ojos, Mudo el \u00e1nimo,<\/p>\n<p> <a class=\"continue-reading-link\" href=\"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/68-y-entonces%e2%80%a6-por-plutamarco\/\"><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-74","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74","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=74"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=74"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia3\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=74"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}