{"id":9053,"date":"2012-03-23T10:19:00","date_gmt":"2012-03-23T15:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/javiertola.blog\/index.php\/2012\/03\/23\/un-poeta-universal\/"},"modified":"2012-03-23T10:19:00","modified_gmt":"2012-03-23T15:19:00","slug":"un-poeta-universal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/javiertola.blog\/index.php\/2012\/03\/23\/un-poeta-universal\/","title":{"rendered":"Un Poeta Universal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>CESAR VALLEJO<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp; (1892 \u2013 1938)<\/p>\n<p>\u00abPoema a mi amada\u00bb: <\/p>\n<p>Amada, esta noche t\u00fa te has sacrificado <br \/>\nsobre los dos maderos curvados de mi beso;<br \/>\ny tu pena me ha dicho que Jes\u00fas ha llorado, <br \/>\ny que hay un viernes santo m\u00e1s dulce que ese beso.<\/p>\n<p>\nLOS HERALDOS NEGROS<\/p>\n<p>Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes &#8230; \u00a1Yo no s\u00e9!<br \/>\nGolpes como del odio de Dios; como si ante ellos,<br \/>\nla resaca de todo lo sufrido<br \/>\nse empozara en el alma&#8230; Yo no s\u00e9!<\/p>\n<p>Son pocos; pero son&#8230; Abren zanjas obscuras<br \/>\nen el rostro m\u00e1s fiero y en el lomo m\u00e1s fuerte.<br \/>\nSer\u00e1n tal vez los potros de b\u00e1rbaros atilas;<br \/>\no los heraldos negros que nos manda la Muerte.<\/p>\n<p>Son las ca\u00eddas hondas de los Cristos del alma,<br \/>\nde alguna fe adorable que el Destino blasfema.<br \/>\nEsos golpes sangrientos son las crepitaciones<br \/>\nde alg\u00fan pan que en la puerta del horno se nos quema.<\/p>\n<p>Y el hombre&#8230; Pobre&#8230; pobre! Vuelve los ojos, como<br \/>\ncuando por sobre el hombro nos llama una palmada;<br \/>\nvuelve los ojos locos, y todo lo vivido<br \/>\nse empoza, como charco de culpa, en la mirada.<\/p>\n<p>Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes&#8230; Yo no s\u00e9! <\/p>\n<p>\nY qu\u00e9&#8230;la misma vaina <br \/>\n&nbsp; <\/p>\n<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/encrypted-tbn2.google.com\/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSE2WukAzXzuv9Lk2cutLJQSV_ZFX7pfEpD4rvbawkFK7_YQ1xJ\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" aea=\"true\" border=\"0\" src=\"https:\/\/encrypted-tbn2.google.com\/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSE2WukAzXzuv9Lk2cutLJQSV_ZFX7pfEpD4rvbawkFK7_YQ1xJ\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>CESAR VALLEJO &nbsp; (1892 \u2013 1938) \u00abPoema a mi amada\u00bb: Amada, esta noche t\u00fa te has sacrificado sobre los dos<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9053","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-javier-tola"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/javiertola.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9053","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/javiertola.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/javiertola.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/javiertola.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/javiertola.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9053"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/javiertola.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9053\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/javiertola.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9053"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/javiertola.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9053"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/javiertola.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9053"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}