{"id":6197,"date":"2009-10-13T10:25:11","date_gmt":"2009-10-13T14:25:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?p=6197"},"modified":"2009-10-13T21:29:16","modified_gmt":"2009-10-14T01:29:16","slug":"el-puerto-rico-denantes-juan-carlos-ramos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?p=6197","title":{"rendered":"El Puerto Rico &#8220;denantes&#8221; \/ Juan Carlos Ramos"},"content":{"rendered":"<h4>\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/files\/2009\/10\/klumbelseenbalcon_thumb.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"6194\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?attachment_id=6194\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/10\/klumbelseenbalcon_thumb.jpg?fit=198%2C134&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"198,134\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"klumbelseenbalcon_thumb.jpg\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/10\/klumbelseenbalcon_thumb.jpg?fit=198%2C134&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-6194\" title=\"klumbelseenbalcon_thumb.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/files\/2009\/10\/klumbelseenbalcon_thumb.jpg?resize=198%2C134\" alt=\"klumbelseenbalcon_thumb.jpg\" width=\"198\" height=\"134\" \/><\/a><\/h4>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Sumido en sus pensamientos sentados en el balc\u00f3n,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">una pareja de ancianos contemplaban el atardecer,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">en el pueblo de Rinc\u00f3n. Un ruido ensordecedor los sac\u00f3 de su visi\u00f3n.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Con gran bulla y por la acera dos j\u00f3venes de esa juventud burguesa,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">arrastraban un &#8220;boom box&#8221;, escuchando un reggaet\u00f3n!<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Se miraron los ancianos elevando sus miradas.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">\u00a1Qu\u00e9 dr\u00e1stico cambio a la Isla del Encanto habr\u00eda de sobrecoger!<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">\u00bfA d\u00f3nde fueron Tav\u00e1rez, Pedro Flores y Morell?<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">No se oye ya a Rafael, ni el canto del jibarito,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">que de ma\u00f1ana se o\u00eda, cuando arreaba los bueyes para salir a vender.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">No se hab\u00edan percatado del tiempo que hab\u00eda pasado.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Mirando a los j\u00f3venes, perderse acera abajo<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">con sus cuerpos ya violados por tatuajes y ropaje,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">y volvieron a sumergirse, en los tiempos ya pasados.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">\u00bfTe acuerdas, le dijo ella, las reuniones del domingo,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">toda la familia presente, y los vecinos del frente<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">tambi\u00e9n eran invitados? Las viandas y el bacalao, siempre dec\u00edan presente,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">y no faltaba el mab\u00ed en pote de metal bien fr\u00edo<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">y sin ning\u00fan desvar\u00edo el caf\u00e9 negro al final<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">cada cual ten\u00eda en mente. No marc\u00e1bamos, dijo \u00e9l, nuestros cuerpos,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">para indicar nuestro amor. De nuestro amor fue testigo el \u00e1rbol de flamboy\u00e1n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">donde escrib\u00ed yo con af\u00e1n tu nombre al lado del m\u00edo.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Le dijo ella: Me acuerdo tambi\u00e9n viejito<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">que de vez en cuando, nos d\u00e1bamos un traguito.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Ah, pero con moderaci\u00f3n. Que para encender nuestro amor,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">solo bastaba la chispa prendida en el coraz\u00f3n\u2026<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">No pose\u00edamos carro, contest\u00f3 \u00e9l, ni falta que nos hac\u00eda.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Porque a la luz de la luna, y cogiditos de mano<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">lleg\u00e1bamos a nuestro destino cuando as\u00ed se dispon\u00eda.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">La pol\u00edtica no era perfecta nunca lo fue ni ser\u00e1.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Pero no faltaba m\u00e1s que ahora con insultos,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">calumnias, tiros y gritos, se forja nuestro destino<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">y no se sabe ma\u00f1ana lo que aqu\u00ed suceder\u00e1.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Hombres como Mu\u00f1oz, Antonini, Concepci\u00f3n,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Garcia-M\u00e9ndez y otros, nos miraban a los rostros<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">debatiendo con honor. El p\u00fablico de su fervor<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">con sapiencia y alta estima, mir\u00e1ndolos en la tarima,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">tomaba su decisi\u00f3n. No hab\u00eda televisi\u00f3n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">que ninguna falta hacia. El radio con sus programas<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">de poes\u00edas y boleros,\u00a0 llenaba nuestros corazones<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">de amor pasi\u00f3n y fantas\u00eda, y esto nos permit\u00eda<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">gozarnos la vida en pleno. Los peri\u00f3dicos, del bochinche<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">no devengaban dinero. Tampoco eran los voceros<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">del partido en el poder, y nunca dieron su integridad a torcer,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">con tal de ser los primeros. Nuestras playas, a\u00f1adi\u00f3 ella, arenas blancas.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Nuestro mar n\u00edtido y brav\u00edo. Y como lo dijo ya el bardo,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">despu\u00e9s del rigor y el duro est\u00edo nos esperaban las aguas<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">del tranquilo y manso r\u00edo.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Ca\u00eda el anochecer, se escucharon los coqu\u00edes.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">\u00a0Las estrellas salieron a coquetear<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">con el sol (que al final del arduo d\u00eda), ya se iba a descansar.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">La pareja se levant\u00f3 del sof\u00e1 con miradas de querer.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Y le dijo ella a \u00e9l con gui\u00f1ada picaresca:<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Vamos ya a acostarnos. Ya se fue el atardecer.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">Nuestra vida ha sido plena aunque fue duro el quehacer.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">\u00a1Pero para c\u00f3mo est\u00e1 la Isla ahora, viejito,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">no quiero yo, ni espero que tu, tener que volver a nacer!<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color:#800000;\">\u00a9 Juan Carlos Ramos, 2007<\/span><\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 Sumido en sus pensamientos sentados en el balc\u00f3n, una pareja de ancianos contemplaban el atardecer, en el pueblo de Rinc\u00f3n. Un ruido ensordecedor los sac\u00f3 de su visi\u00f3n. Con gran bulla y por la acera dos j\u00f3venes de esa juventud burguesa, arrastraban un &#8220;boom box&#8221;, escuchando un reggaet\u00f3n! 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