{"id":3764,"date":"2020-05-11T17:00:31","date_gmt":"2020-05-11T20:00:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistabife.com\/?p=3764"},"modified":"2020-06-21T20:30:36","modified_gmt":"2020-06-21T23:30:36","slug":"la-poesia-debe-ser-este-vertigo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistabife.com\/index.php\/2020\/05\/11\/la-poesia-debe-ser-este-vertigo\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;La poes\u00eda debe ser este v\u00e9rtigo&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>y si temo de m\u00ed, \u00bfd\u00f3nde me escondo?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">&#8211;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>llevo la duda clavada en mi espalda<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>soy toda poro, cada porci\u00f3n de vida <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>se me incrusta y no es f\u00e1cil<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>respirar con tantos agujeros, no es f\u00e1cil<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>consumirse en pozos, la pasi\u00f3n devora<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">&#8211;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>cada d\u00eda tengo la cabeza m\u00e1s adentro<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>cada d\u00eda el mundo est\u00e1 m\u00e1s lejos<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>y sin embargo es as\u00ed como me gusta vivir<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">&#8211;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>la poes\u00eda debe ser este v\u00e9rtigo<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>esta grieta insaciable, la poes\u00eda<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>es apenas un lugar que no s\u00e9 habitar<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>es recostarme de brazos cruzados<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>mirando el fondo con la lengua abierta<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>como un animal sediento, la poes\u00eda<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>es lo que me ata a la ausencia, un salto<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>cu\u00e1ntico del deseo despegando en cohete<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>explotando desde otro tiempo<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>la poes\u00eda es la dinamita del lenguaje<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>es la manzana sin para\u00edso, es los diques<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>desbord\u00e1ndose en eternos mares <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>es un espejo roto adentro del verbo<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>es contemplar el viento barri\u00e9ndolo todo<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>es la costumbre en silla el\u00e9ctrica<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">&#8211;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>pero qu\u00e9 bien se siente<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><em>ser atravesada por un verso <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Extra\u00eddo del libro &#8220;Animal Sediento&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>y si temo de m\u00ed, \u00bfd\u00f3nde me escondo? 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