{"id":2217,"date":"2018-04-29T22:14:34","date_gmt":"2018-04-30T04:14:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.wp\/2018\/04\/two-poems-ania-varez\/"},"modified":"2023-06-06T19:40:42","modified_gmt":"2023-06-07T01:40:42","slug":"two-poems-ania-varez","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/2018\/04\/two-poems-ania-varez\/","title":{"rendered":"Dos poemas de Ania Varez"},"content":{"rendered":"
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E<\/span><\/span><\/strong> l se\u00f1or Quintana <\/span><\/span>
\ny el origami de su camisa <\/span><\/span>
\nel reloj guiando su mano <\/span><\/span>
\na recoger juguetes del asfalto <\/span><\/span>
\ny canarios desde el balc\u00f3n <\/span><\/span>
\na recoger el hombro de los se\u00f1ores <\/span><\/span>
\nque tra\u00edan las ma\u00f1anas <\/span><\/span>
\nal vecindario, que tra\u00edan saludos y cuentos <\/span><\/span>
\ncomo pan caliente\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\npara el se\u00f1or Quintana: <\/span><\/span>
\ntodos cayeron <\/span><\/span>
\ncon \u00e9l\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\njunto al quiosco de la esquina.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Lo mataron a co\u00f1azos, dijo mi padre.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Los \u00e1ngeles de la ciudad <\/span><\/span>
\nse han ido marchando sin paz <\/span><\/span>
\ny yo no estuve all\u00ed <\/span><\/span>
\npara despedirlos <\/span><\/span>
\npara indignarme sin salida <\/span><\/span>
\no decir buenos d\u00edas la ma\u00f1ana anterior a la \u00faltima, sin saberlo, <\/span><\/span>
\npara no saber, a su lado, <\/span><\/span>
\nni para gritar de puro espanto <\/span><\/span>
\nni siquiera para eso estuve <\/span><\/span>
\nen la esquina.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Salmo<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Hoy no se ha ido al mar. <\/span><\/span>
\nHas vivido setenta a\u00f1os de tierra <\/span><\/span>
\npara ofrecer la grieta \u00e1spera de tus yemas <\/span><\/span>
\ny esa culpa. <\/span><\/span>
\nHoy, como siempre, pescador, <\/span><\/span>
\nte has sentado de espaldas al muelle a sentir <\/span><\/span>
\npasar la red sobre tus hermanos, <\/span><\/span>
\naquellos elegidos para morir con la palabra <\/span><\/span>
\npendiendo de los labios, el mar movi\u00e9ndolos algas <\/span><\/span>
\nhasta ser consumidos por la sal.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Aceptas el blanco corro\u00eddo de tu pan <\/span><\/span>
\ncomo el precio justo que debemos pagar por arrancar los <\/span><\/span>
\npeces del cemento para tus hijas, <\/span><\/span>
\ny la mujer a tu lado <\/span><\/span>
\nla que al tornar los ojos hacia la capilla <\/span><\/span>
\nse dio cuenta del error: <\/span><\/span>
\nlos restos de tul en altar <\/span><\/span>
\nsembr\u00e1ndose, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\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 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0mas no hab\u00eda tul para los ojos <\/span><\/span>
\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 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0no hab\u00eda tul para los pasos, <\/span><\/span>
\nla que ha sido piedra a pesar del sol <\/span><\/span>
\nque le llevas impasible en tu frente.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

S\u00f3lo te preguntas por qu\u00e9 te han olvidado <\/span><\/span>
\nsi hab\u00edas escrito en tu lengua tosca\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nun paso firme sobre la arena. <\/span><\/span>
\nUn paso firme. <\/span><\/span>
\nY qu\u00e9 quedar\u00e1 entonces de ti, <\/span><\/span>
\nsi hemos olvidado ya a Jes\u00fas, <\/span><\/span>
\nsi de la Tierra se borraron los mares para ser <\/span><\/span>
\narena gris que no cae <\/span><\/span>
\nni sostiene.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Hoy quiero memorizar tu sol como a una cruz astillada <\/span><\/span>
\nen mi frente, quiero creer en el lenguaje olvidado de tu pueblo <\/span><\/span>
\ny en el gesto de las manos que repites incansable para sobrevivir\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nen el concreto calcinado; <\/span><\/span>
\nagradecer los ojos que han permanecido en el salitre <\/span><\/span>
\ndespiertos ante la ca\u00edda de la piel, <\/span><\/span>
\nescarbar el arenoso cuero de mi cabeza, <\/span><\/span>
\nescarbar hasta la piedra, <\/span><\/span>
\nregresar con musgo h\u00famedo <\/span><\/span>
\nentre las u\u00f1as. <\/span><\/span>
\nRoguemos.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

para Angelo Domenico<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

(in\u00e9dito)<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

E<\/strong>l se\u00f1or Quintana \/ y el origami de su camisa \/ el reloj guiando su mano \/ a recoger juguetes del asfalto \/ y canarios desde el balc\u00f3n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":2214,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[4459,3],"genre":[2010],"pretext":[],"section":[2388],"translator":[2458],"lal_author":[3201],"class_list":["post-2217","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-numero-6","tag-venezuela","genre-poetry-es","section-dossier-venezuelan-poetry-es","translator-arthur-malcolm-dixon-es","lal_author-ania-varez-es"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2217","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2217"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2217\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2214"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2217"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2217"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2217"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=2217"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=2217"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=2217"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=2217"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=2217"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}