{"id":29888,"date":"2015-12-05T07:19:25","date_gmt":"2015-12-05T11:19:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?p=29888"},"modified":"2015-12-05T07:21:08","modified_gmt":"2015-12-05T11:21:08","slug":"poema-del-no-por-carlos-roman-ramirez","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?p=29888","title":{"rendered":"Poema del no \/ por Carlos Rom\u00e1n Ram\u00edrez"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>Esta noche de cuarto menguante<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>me desgarro pensando profundo\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>si alguna vez en verdad he vivido<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>o soy tributario de fantas\u00eda atrapante.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Esta noche de cuarto menguante<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>a pasos agiganta su grito<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u201cno eres m\u00e1s que un sue\u00f1o infinito\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>entonces\u2026\u2026 me sobrecojo, rezo, maldigo, <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>vocifero, enmudezco, razono, medito\u2026\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>si no existo porque nunca<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>he existido ser\u00e9 aquel que no siente<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>conciencia recorriendo su t\u00e1lamo<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>ni latir\u00e9 porque jam\u00e1s he latido.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>No tendr\u00e1 el candor de mi lira<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>el canto interior de la vida <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>ni un pr\u00edstino eco responda<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>desde mi et\u00e9rea sima sin fondo.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>A qu\u00e9 razonar si no hallo razones<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>para ta\u00f1er en el campanario humano\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>ni anidar la visi\u00f3n del anido,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>comprender que no he sido <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>tomar\u00e1 una eternidad.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Desde este cuarto menguante<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>no razonar\u00e9 el porqu\u00e9 de las rosas<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>ni ellas recordar\u00e1n para qu\u00e9 he venido.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 noviembre 2015<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Carlos Rom\u00e1n Ram\u00edrez<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Esta noche de cuarto menguante me desgarro pensando profundo\u00a0 si alguna vez en verdad he vivido o soy tributario de fantas\u00eda atrapante. Esta noche de cuarto menguante a pasos agiganta su grito \u201cno eres m\u00e1s que un sue\u00f1o infinito\u201d entonces\u2026\u2026 me sobrecojo, rezo, maldigo, vocifero, enmudezco, razono, medito\u2026\u2026 si no existo porque nunca he existido [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5533328,"featured_media":29890,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_coblocks_attr":"","_coblocks_dimensions":"","_coblocks_responsive_height":"","_coblocks_accordion_ie_support":"","_crdt_document":"","advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[12981502],"tags":[13557],"class_list":{"0":"post-29888","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","6":"hentry","7":"category-tejiendo-versos","8":"tag-poemas","10":"fallback-thumbnail"},"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/cuarto_menguante.jpg?fit=300%2C211&ssl=1","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pmbkf-7M4","amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29888","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5533328"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=29888"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29888\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29889,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29888\/revisions\/29889"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/29890"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=29888"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=29888"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=29888"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}