
{"id":1002,"date":"2016-08-19T20:52:00","date_gmt":"2016-08-19T20:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/una-mano-en-el-traspie-poema-edel-morales\/"},"modified":"2016-08-19T20:52:00","modified_gmt":"2016-08-19T20:52:00","slug":"una-mano-en-el-traspie-poema-edel-morales","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/en\/una-mano-en-el-traspie-poema-edel-morales\/","title":{"rendered":"Una mano en el traspi\u00e9 &#8211; Poema &#8211; Edel Morales"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He pensado en la muerte;<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">de un modo m\u00e1s preciso, en <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">morir \u2014un verbo minucioso,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">apegado siempre<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">a lo real de la experiencia.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Cuando regresaba tarde a casa, <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">por las calles vac\u00edas,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">he pensado mi muerte.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Fue ayer, digamos <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">ya casi un hoy sin sombras; <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">pero a\u00fan ahora<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">estrujo contra el rostro una mano crispada.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">De nada valen los actos<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">durante tanto tiempo dedicados a servir.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">De nada vali\u00f3 amar con toda el alma.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Sin una mano en el traspi\u00e9, sin una mirada <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">o una sencilla palabra de \u00e1nimo: <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">destruido estoy y solo,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">con mi verdad a cuestas.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Y nada pueden hacer las multitudes <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">a las que tantas veces puse en marcha. <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Y nada puede la mujer que quise entera.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Vac\u00eda est\u00e1 la vida en la pobre ciudad vac\u00eda.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Con la mano crispada en el rostro he pensado en morir,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">apenas ayer, hace un rato simplemente, digamos<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\">ahora.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;\"><span lang=\"ES-MX\" style=\"font-family: &quot;book antiqua&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"background: white; font-family: &quot;helvetica&quot; , &quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt;\">Alberto EDEL MORALES Fuentes<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"background: white; font-family: &quot;helvetica&quot; , &quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/moralesedel\" style=\"font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;\">https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/moralesedel<\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;\"><o:p><\/o:p><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.twitter.com\/EdelMorales2\"><span style=\"background: white; font-family: &quot;helvetica&quot; , &quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.5pt;\">https:\/\/www.twitter.com\/EdelMorales2<\/span><\/a><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He pensado en la muerte; de un modo m\u00e1s preciso, en morir \u2014un verbo minucioso, apegado siempre a lo real de la experiencia. Cuando regresaba tarde a casa, por las calles vac\u00edas, he pensado mi muerte. Fue ayer, digamos ya casi un hoy sin sombras; pero a\u00fan ahora estrujo contra el rostro una mano crispada.<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrap text-center\"><a href=\"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/en\/una-mano-en-el-traspie-poema-edel-morales\/\" class=\"more-link btn btn-outline-secondary\">Continuar leyendo<\/a><\/div>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[25],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1002","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetas-amigos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1002","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1002"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1002\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1002"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1002"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letraweb.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1002"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}