{"id":3687,"date":"2009-07-23T13:03:36","date_gmt":"2009-07-23T17:03:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?p=3687"},"modified":"2009-07-23T22:01:03","modified_gmt":"2009-07-24T02:01:03","slug":"yo-vuelvo-a-ser-gloria-gayoso","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?p=3687","title":{"rendered":"Yo vuelvo a ser \/ Gloria Gayoso"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"left\">\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/files\/2009\/07\/arbol.jpg\"><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/files\/2009\/07\/winter-pampas.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"3693\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?attachment_id=3693\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/winter-pampas.jpg?fit=500%2C312&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"500,312\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-title=\"winter-pampas\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/winter-pampas.jpg?fit=500%2C312&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-3693\" title=\"winter-pampas\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/files\/2009\/07\/winter-pampas.jpg?resize=221%2C291\" alt=\"winter-pampas\" width=\"221\" height=\"291\" \/><\/a>Arcilla, barro, polvo diminuto,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">vuelvo a ser<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">cuando compruebo que me equivoco<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">a cada rato,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#f98e05;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">que mi raz\u00f3n no es tanta o es escasa<\/span><span style=\"color:#cc99ff;\">,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">que un ansia de verdades me adelanta<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">la muerte,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#ffcc00;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">que de nada sirven a veces ni los labios carnosos<\/span><span style=\"color:#ce9dff;\">,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">ni los ojos prietos de p\u00e1jaros.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">Yo s\u00e9 que vuelvo a ser barro,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">cuando me arrodillo a suplicar estrellas<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">para encontrarme entre las c\u00e9lulas<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">un retazo del alma,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#ffcc00;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">una parte de aquel soplo del G\u00e9nesis<\/span><span style=\"color:#cc99ff;\">,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">que me haga sentir nueva,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">libre del error cotidiano,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">sabia,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">abandonada en los brazos<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#ffcc00;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">del eterno alfarero<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">Yo vuelvo a ser arena,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">cada vez que reparo<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">en lo fr\u00e1gil de la neurona colapsada,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">en el vac\u00edo nihilista del peri\u00f3dico,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">en la estatua inconclusa<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">de la hero\u00edna que no soy,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">en mi nada sin el todo.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">Yo vuelvo a ser lodo aguachento<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">buscando forma,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#ffcc00;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">impaciente ante la inmortalidad<\/span><span style=\"color:#ce9dff;\">.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#ffcc00;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\"><span style=\"color:#993366;\">\u00a9Gloria Gayoso<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Arcilla, barro, polvo diminuto, vuelvo a ser cuando compruebo que me equivoco a cada rato, que mi raz\u00f3n no es tanta o es escasa, que un ansia de verdades me adelanta la muerte, que de nada sirven a veces ni los labios carnosos, ni los ojos prietos de p\u00e1jaros. 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