{"id":30846,"date":"2024-03-25T20:01:19","date_gmt":"2024-03-26T02:01:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=30846"},"modified":"2024-03-28T13:57:33","modified_gmt":"2024-03-28T19:57:33","slug":"poemas-de-mi-alfabeto-gelido","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/2024\/03\/poemas-de-mi-alfabeto-gelido\/","title":{"rendered":"Poemas de Mi alfabeto g\u00e9lido"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Los bordes de un racimo<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Padre e hijo,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">cumbre abismo,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">cenit frente a nadir,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">un silencio de espiga<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">se desliza en la espaciosa habitaci\u00f3n,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">alguien duerme impasible,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">otro yace como vig\u00eda,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">arrodillado<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">frente a imperios de la nada;<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">uno perge\u00f1a el poema,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">el otro asedia un rostro peque\u00f1o,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">calibra los dedos,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">las sienes impasibles;<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">la quietud se agita<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">en los bordes de un racimo,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">lo imperfecto se divide en dos,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">restemos un quebrado al universo,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">hijo y padre,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">algo hiere<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">esta leve sensaci\u00f3n de equilibrio.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Dinosaurio<\/b><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mi ojo de lince se detiene<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">en la mesa de juego de mi hijo,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">hay tres soldados envueltos en la espesura,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">uno abatido en el campo de batalla,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">mi hijo lo palpa presuroso<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">y le transfiere una inusual energ\u00eda;<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">el combatiente revive en el pasto<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">mientras la luz lacera sus p\u00e1rpados de seda;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">alguien coloca, sobre la mesa de juego,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">un dinosaurio;<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">cuando el alba va creciendo<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">lejos de mi ventana;<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">mi hijo retoza con este animal<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">de enorme pie<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">y talante confuso;<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">yo lo llevo al lado de mi sombra<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">y roza, con su hocico,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">peque\u00f1o pero inmenso,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">mi hojarasca.<\/span><b>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Consonantes<\/b><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">La primera letra de tu nombre<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">los diptongos que habitan en tu ropa<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">en tu exang\u00fce brazo<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">los hiatos como barcas imposibles<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">la oraci\u00f3n a la que llego mudo<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">sordo comi\u00e9ndome las u\u00f1as largas<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">cuando toco<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">un punto en el horizonte<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">y mis brazos se tornan como hojas.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Una silla<\/b><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Una silla frente a otra,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">una silla longeva frente a una mesa<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">cuyo borde tiene suavidad de piedra;<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">el alma, ese molino sin brazos;<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">mi cuerpo, aquella silla<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">deshojada,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">l\u00e1bil<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">frente al horizonte.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Paisaje rupestre<\/b><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Un vaso sobre una mesa vac\u00eda,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">un vaso no fr\u00e1gil sobre una mesa vac\u00eda,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">la mesa al lado de la cama donde yace la noche,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">la noche entrelazada al d\u00eda,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">el d\u00eda deshecho mas huyendo de s\u00ed mismo,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">el s\u00ed mismo fuera de la tarde,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">la tarde presagiando el alba,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">el alba mirando mi orfandad de monstruo<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">y hormigas<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">debajo de mi oreja.<\/span><b>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6><span 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