{"id":28551,"date":"2023-12-01T09:01:57","date_gmt":"2023-12-01T15:01:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=28551"},"modified":"2024-01-08T15:08:23","modified_gmt":"2024-01-08T21:08:23","slug":"cuatro-poemas-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/2023\/12\/cuatro-poemas-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Cuatro poemas de Lun\u00e1tica"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hoja<\/b><\/p>\n

Para Jan Hendrix<\/span><\/i><\/h5>\n

Qu\u00e9 es una hoja <\/span>
\n<\/span>qu\u00e9 es un bosque<\/span>
\n<\/span>un bosque est\u00e1 completo<\/span>
\n<\/span>dentro de una hoja<\/span><\/p>\n

Entre las nervaduras <\/span>
\n<\/span>hay luz abri\u00e9ndose paso<\/span>
\n<\/span>derecha izquierda <\/span>
\n<\/span>meandros infinitos <\/span>
\n<\/span>mil\u00edmetros laboriosos <\/span>
\n<\/span>la ma\u00f1ana surge <\/span>
\n<\/span>la tarde se dibuja a s\u00ed misma <\/span>
\n<\/span>en sus delicados goznes <\/span>
\n<\/span>en sus arterias verdes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00bfEs una hoja?<\/span>
\n<\/span>\u00bfNada m\u00e1s?<\/span>
\n<\/span>\u00bfD\u00f3nde empieza, en la rama<\/span>
\n<\/span>prendida del \u00e1rbol <\/span>
\n<\/span>ce\u00f1ida al tronco<\/span>
\n<\/span>unido a la tierra <\/span>
\n<\/span>afirmadas sus ra\u00edces en lo oscuro?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00bfO empieza en el tiempo,<\/span>
\n<\/span>hace millones de a\u00f1os,<\/span>
\n<\/span>la misma hoja circular, conc\u00e9ntrica <\/span>
\n<\/span>que todos somos, las nervaduras,<\/span>
\n<\/span>el verde respir\u00e1ndonos,<\/span>
\n<\/span>la tierra que somos <\/span>
\n<\/span>fuimos y seremos?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n


\n<\/span>L\u00ednea de sombra<\/b><\/p>\n

Quiero estar solo
\n<\/span><\/i>mientras dura el abismo y el silencio.
\n<\/span><\/i>\u00c1lvaro de Campos<\/span><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

Porque no quiero ser nadie<\/span>
\n<\/span>soy todos de alguna forma.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mi figura se diluye<\/span>
\n<\/span>en los bordes imprecisos<\/span>
\n<\/span>de una ciudad que avanza<\/span>
\n<\/span>ondul\u00e1ndose en colinas.<\/span><\/p>\n

Quiz\u00e1 fui m\u00e1s de lo que pensaba<\/span>
\n<\/span>y mucho menos de lo que sent\u00ed;<\/span>
\n<\/span>nunca m\u00e1s inapropiado,<\/span>
\n<\/span>ahora soy una hoguera de palabras<\/span>
\n<\/span>donde ficci\u00f3n y verdad ya son lo mismo,<\/span>
\n<\/span>y mi l\u00ednea de sombra<\/span>
\n<\/span>se derrama en la luz<\/span>
\n<\/span>de cada verso.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pueblos celestes<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cComo arriba es abajo\u201d:<\/span>
\n<\/span>as\u00ed mir\u00e9 una noche,<\/span>
\n<\/span>en campo abierto,<\/span>
\n<\/span>en las monta\u00f1as,<\/span>
\n<\/span>muy lejos<\/span>
\n<\/span>de las ciudades que nunca son<\/span>
\n<\/span>completamente oscuras,<\/span>
\n<\/span>las luces de un pueblo<\/span>
\n<\/span>como estrellas <\/span>
\n<\/span>en medio de la tierra:<\/span>
\n<\/span>un cielo a ras del suelo.<\/span><\/p>\n

Las estrellas en lo alto<\/span>
\n<\/span>se volvieron pueblos de infinita luz,<\/span>
\n<\/span>tan lejos de mis manos <\/span>
\n<\/span>como las calles adivinadas <\/span>
\n<\/span>en la distancia,<\/span>
\n<\/span>pero las dos lo mismo: <\/span>
\n<\/span>las calles estelares<\/span>
\n<\/span>espejo de las terrestres,<\/span>
\n<\/span>las dos brillando,<\/span>
\n<\/span>juntas,<\/span>
\n<\/span>cada noche.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00daltimo domingo<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a0A Toni Deltoro,
\n<\/span><\/i>que muri\u00f3 en domingo.<\/span><\/i><\/h5>\n

Algunos domingos<\/span>
\n<\/span>el pensamiento duerme <\/span>
\n<\/span>como las hojas en las ramas<\/span>
\n<\/span>del invierno.<\/span><\/p>\n

Los minutos parecen<\/span>
\n<\/span>telegramas que alguien dicta<\/span>
\n<\/span>en un tiempo<\/span>
\n<\/span>donde no existen ya los telegramas.<\/span><\/p>\n

Quiz\u00e1 todos los domingos<\/span>
\n<\/span>vengan de la infancia.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cada d\u00eda nos acerca <\/span>
\n<\/span>a ese domingo<\/span>
\n<\/span>que vendr\u00e1 envuelto<\/span>
\n<\/span>entre algodones, anestesia<\/span>
\n<\/span>y juegos infantiles<\/span>
\n<\/span>donde bailaremos<\/span>
\n<\/span>la \u00faltima ronda.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Poemas del libro Moonstruck\/Lun\u00e1tica <\/em>(Nueva York: Darklight Publishing, 2023)<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Compra los libros destacados en este n\u00famero en nuestra p\u00e1gina de Bookshop<\/a><\/center>.<\/span>
\n<\/p>\n
Foto: Hannah Domsic, Unsplash.<\/span><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Hoja Para Jan Hendrix Qu\u00e9 es una hoja qu\u00e9 es un bosque un bosque est\u00e1 completo dentro de una hoja Entre las nervaduras hay luz abri\u00e9ndose paso derecha izquierda meandros infinitos mil\u00edmetros laboriosos la ma\u00f1ana surge la tarde se dibuja a s\u00ed misma en sus delicados goznes en sus arterias verdes\u00a0 \u00bfEs una hoja? \u00bfNada […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":28306,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2888],"tags":[4780],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[],"lal_author":[4687],"class_list":["post-28551","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poesia","tag-numero-28-es","lal_author-blanca-luz-pulido"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28551","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\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28551"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28551\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29539,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28551\/revisions\/29539"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/28306"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28551"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28551"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28551"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=28551"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=28551"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=28551"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=28551"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=28551"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}