{"id":29032,"date":"2015-04-14T08:32:48","date_gmt":"2015-04-14T12:32:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/2015\/04\/14\/in-memoriam-eduardo-galeano\/"},"modified":"2015-04-14T08:41:03","modified_gmt":"2015-04-14T12:41:03","slug":"in-memoriam-eduardo-galeano","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?p=29032","title":{"rendered":"IN MEMORIAM: EDUARDO GALEANO"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2><strong><span style=\"color:#000000;\">Hay un Sol Detr\u00e1s de cada Ecl\u00edpse<\/span><\/strong><\/h2>\n<h2><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/6268c-galeano-ok3.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/6268c-galeano-ok3.jpg?resize=320%2C204&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Galeano-ok3.jpg\" width=\"320\" height=\"204\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nPara Eduardo Galeano:<br \/>\n<em>In Memoriam<\/em><\/h2>\n<p><span style=\"color:#993366;\"><strong>No cabe duda<br \/>\nLa asfixia tiene la leche agria<br \/>\ny el pecho deshecho<br \/>\nC\u00f3mo decirle que NO<br \/>\nque todav\u00eda tengo mucho coraz\u00f3n<br \/>\nsi el aire se te quem\u00f3 dentro del pecho<br \/>\npersiguiendo pajaritos<br \/>\nde historias marchitas y olvidadas<br \/>\nde esos cuentos tuyos que irrump\u00edan<br \/>\ncomo asalto en el camino<br \/>\nporque no eran para dormir ingenuos<br \/>\nsino para sacudir trapiches<br \/>\ny un abrazo de az\u00facar para ingenios<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#993366;\"><strong>Sobre tu cabeza<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> despejada de nubes<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> aterrizaban pichones<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> de cinco y diecis\u00e9is siglos<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> Y aviones trasantl\u00e1nticos<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> con gritos de aldeas negras<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> Y con esos tiros en la nuca<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> en los que ensartabas<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> un \u00edndice acusador y justiciero<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#993366;\"><strong>Nunca nadie fue nadie para ti<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> Qui\u00e9n se desvel\u00f3 m\u00e1s que t\u00fa<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> por los desguarnecidos y oprimidos<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> que ve\u00edas hasta en sue\u00f1os<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> con esos ojos verdes<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> de olivos del monte<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> que llevaban semillas en su centro<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> y alas zumbadoras en las cejas<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#993366;\"><strong>Te escribo con la mano izquierda<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> como debe hacerse<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> para decirte<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> que van 500 a\u00f1os del gobierno<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> del campesino Sancho<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> y solo segundos<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> de tus hechos de ap\u00f3stol<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> Pero las venas de Am\u00e9rica y del mundo<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> est\u00e1n abiertas por ti<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> esta ma\u00f1ana de abril<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> en que solloza la memoria<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> de un eclipse que no pudo ser<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> Un sol brinda luces y euforias<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> detr\u00e1s de este eclipse<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#993366;\"> <strong> Y Am\u00e9rica despierta.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 <strong>Marcos Reyes D\u00e1vila<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hay un Sol Detr\u00e1s de cada Ecl\u00edpse Para Eduardo Galeano: In Memoriam No cabe duda La asfixia tiene la leche agria y el pecho deshecho C\u00f3mo decirle que NO que todav\u00eda tengo mucho coraz\u00f3n si el aire se te quem\u00f3 dentro del pecho persiguiendo pajaritos de historias marchitas y olvidadas de esos cuentos tuyos que 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