{"id":23429,"date":"2013-02-09T00:13:43","date_gmt":"2013-02-09T04:13:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?p=23429"},"modified":"2013-05-21T04:48:03","modified_gmt":"2013-05-21T08:48:03","slug":"segundo-soneto-del-56","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?p=23429","title":{"rendered":"Segundo soneto del &#8217;56"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><\/div>\n<blockquote>\n<blockquote>\n<div><span style=\"color:#ff6600;font-family:trebuchet ms, sans-serif;\"><em>&#8220;&#8230;Nothing can bring back the hour<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#ff6600;\"><em><span style=\"font-family:Trebuchet MS;\">of splendour in the grass,<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#ff6600;\"><em><span style=\"font-family:Trebuchet MS;\">of glory in the flower&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#ff6600;\"><em><span style=\"font-family:Trebuchet MS;\"> -William Wordsworth<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/blockquote>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">Yo s\u00e9 que t\u00fa me amaste, me lo dice la rosa<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">que a\u00fan perfuma el susto callado de mi mano&#8230;<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">me lo dice la brisa serena del verano<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">que cruza mi ventana, azul y silenciosa.<\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">Yo s\u00e9 que t\u00fa me amaste; tu frente milagrosa<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">de p\u00e9talo y de luna, se tiende en el lejano<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">resplandor del recuerdo que descansa en el piano<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">y vuela a la distancia como una mariposa.<\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">Una tarde alguien dijo tu nombre y fue muy triste<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">saber que, a tu manera, t\u00fa tambi\u00e9n me quisiste<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">y que a trav\u00e9s de otra mirada me miraste&#8230;<\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">Porque despu\u00e9s de todo sent\u00ed la quemadura<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">de una gota de llanto rodando en la ternura<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color:#808000;font-family:Georgia;\">de saber que me amabas y tampoco olvidaste&#8230;<\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<blockquote>\n<div><span style=\"font-family:Georgia;\">(c) <em><strong>jos\u00e9 manuel sol\u00e1 <\/strong>\/ escrito en 1956 y publicado en el libro <strong>Poemas<\/strong>, en 1994.<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;&#8230;Nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower&#8230;&#8221; -William Wordsworth Yo s\u00e9 que t\u00fa me amaste, me lo dice la rosa que a\u00fan perfuma el susto callado de mi mano&#8230; me lo dice la brisa serena del verano que cruza mi ventana, azul y silenciosa. 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