{"id":284,"date":"2011-09-10T15:39:00","date_gmt":"2011-09-10T15:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/?guid=06ee6c602216d436920b7c72b6b59a3f"},"modified":"2011-09-10T20:25:52","modified_gmt":"2011-09-10T20:25:52","slug":"blog-en-verso-2011-09-10-153900-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/2011\/09\/10\/blog-en-verso-2011-09-10-153900-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Blog en Verso 2011-09-10 15:39:00"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Puedes cont\u00e1rselo a todos, decirlo en alto<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
recitarlo,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
recitarme<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
que es como si te hablaras.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
H\u00e1blate,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
cu\u00e9ntame lo que quieres decirnos,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
tal vez hoy te escuchemos y te oigas,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
ese rumor indescifrable que no llega,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
ese comp\u00e1s que rasga tu cordura,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
ese almac\u00e9n repleto de oquedades.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Yo tampoco te hago caso,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
todos seguimos encerrados en el c\u00edrculo de nuestras convicciones,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
museo de los errores, envoltorio de regalo<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
y sonrisas muertas.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
Te escucho hablar,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
luego vuelvo a la mazmorra de la vida.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
Te pido perd\u00f3n amargo,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
aqu\u00ed y ahora,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
ante este blanco espacio,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
al pie del puro lecho de un poema.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
H\u00e1blate y dinos,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
esc\u00fachate,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
nosotros no lo hacemos, <\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
la verdad de tu verdad la pisamos como asfalto,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
el dolor de mis pies es una ofrenda<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
y este poema,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
y un nido de l\u00e1grimas reci\u00e9n nacidas,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
puedes cont\u00e1rselo a todos, decirlo en alto   <\/span><\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
recitarlo,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
mientras tu angustia resbala transparente<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
por mis mejillas.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

Poema: La verdad de tu verdad
Fotograf\u00eda: RB<\/p>\n

jrc<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

<\/a><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n
\n
Puedes contárselo a todos, decirlo en alto<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
recitarlo,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
recitarme<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
que es como si te hablaras.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
Háblate,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
cuéntame lo que quieres decirnos,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
tal vez hoy te escuchemos y te oigas,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
ese rumor indescifrable que no llega,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
ese compás que rasga tu cordura,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
ese almacén repleto de oquedades.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Yo tampoco te hago caso,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
todos seguimos encerrados en el círculo de nuestras convicciones,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
museo de los errores, envoltorio de regalo<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
y sonrisas muertas.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
Te escucho hablar,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
luego vuelvo a la mazmorra de la vida.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
Te pido perdón amargo,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
aquí y ahora,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
ante este blanco espacio,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
al pie del puro lecho de un poema.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Háblate y dinos,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
escúchate,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
nosotros no lo hacemos, <\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
la verdad de tu verdad la pisamos como asfalto,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
el dolor de mis pies es una ofrenda<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
y este poema,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
y un nido de lágrimas recién nacidas,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
puedes contárselo a todos, decirlo en alto   <\/span><\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
recitarlo,<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
mientras tu angustia resbala transparente<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
por mis mejillas.<\/span><\/i><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

Poema: La verdad de tu verdad
Fotografía: RB<\/p>\n

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