{"id":1138,"date":"2016-09-12T00:23:43","date_gmt":"2016-09-11T22:23:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1138"},"modified":"2016-09-17T10:33:33","modified_gmt":"2016-09-17T08:33:33","slug":"su-mirada-poema-de-amor-y-muerte-v","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1138","title":{"rendered":"Su mirada. Poema de amor y muerte V"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;text-align: center\"><a href=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?attachment_id=96\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-96\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-96\" src=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/04\/Twitter3bd4cf3_jpg-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"Twitter3bd4cf3_jpg\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/04\/Twitter3bd4cf3_jpg-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/04\/Twitter3bd4cf3_jpg-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/04\/Twitter3bd4cf3_jpg.jpg 500w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;text-align: center\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Su mirada. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;text-align: center\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Poema de amor y muerte V<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;text-align: left\">Y aquella sonrisa inerte<br \/>\nse\u00f1alaba mi almohada.<br \/>\nSonrisa como la muerte<br \/>\nque se funde en mi mirada.<br \/>\nOjos vac\u00edos de presente<br \/>\nque se pierden en la nada.<br \/>\nMirada que espera la muerte<br \/>\nen los nichos de su cara.<br \/>\nNadie quiere tenerla presente<br \/>\nni cerca, ni a los pies de la cama<br \/>\npero esperan siempre pacientes,<br \/>\nsu inminente llegada.<br \/>\nSiempre que hablo de la muerte<br \/>\ny de su sombr\u00eda mirada<br \/>\nse turbia el ambiente<br \/>\ny se hiela mi cama.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;text-align: right\">Entre el 11 y 12 de Septiembre, por la noche.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;text-align: right\"><a href=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?attachment_id=99\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-99\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-99\" src=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/04\/picture_jpg3-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"picture_jpg(3)\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"Sb9mYf8BU0\"><p><a href=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=462\">Su mirada. 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