{"id":478,"date":"2015-11-02T14:28:50","date_gmt":"2015-11-02T13:28:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=478"},"modified":"2016-09-08T22:08:28","modified_gmt":"2016-09-08T20:08:28","slug":"ahora-te-siento-presente","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=478","title":{"rendered":"Ahora, te siento presente."},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"CENTER\"><u><b>AHORA, TE SIENTO PRESENTE<\/b><\/u><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">No recuerdo tu nombre<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">No recuerdo tu cara<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">pero te siento presente,<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">cuando lloro sobre la almohada.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">No veo el horizonte,<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">s\u00f3lo un muro de hormig\u00f3n<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">blindado del ego\u00edsmo<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">de esta sociedad agrietada.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Muerto en vida en un c\u00e1rcel<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">por la intolerancia humana.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">No quise acabar entre barrotes<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">\u00a1Negros!\u00a1Sucios!\u00a1De metal!<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Rodeado de l\u00e1grimas y pu\u00f1os<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">de una sociedad acabada.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Ahora recuerdo tu cara<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">la que me ilumina d\u00eda y noche,<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">en esta vida encarcelada.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">&#8211;<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Tambi\u00e9n recuerdo las flores<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">de los montes de papel<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">ardiendo entre mis manos<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">en esta Torre de Babel.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">&#8211;<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Soporto esta aberraci\u00f3n,<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">so\u00f1ando con tus labios de miel<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">y tus besos que no paran<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">retozando con mi piel.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Rodeado por tus brazos,<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">para poder escapar<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">a ese cielo tan abierto<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">donde tus ojos negros<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">no paran de iluminar.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">&#8211;<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Volvi\u00f3 a sonar la ma\u00f1ana<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">\u00a1Esa odiosa tonadilla!<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Son los pasos del carcelero<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">revel\u00e1ndose de nuevo<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">esta infinita pesadilla<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">\u00a1Absoluta realidad!<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Me obliga a dejar atr\u00e1s<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">mis sue\u00f1os<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">de mi a\u00f1orada Libertad<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">&#8211;<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">No veo el horizonte,<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">solo un muro de hormig\u00f3n.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Pero ahora recuerdo tu nombre:<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">\u00c1frica, Am\u00e9rica latina&#8230;..<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><a href=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?attachment_id=480\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-480\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-480\" src=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/11\/473032869815781-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"473032869815781\" width=\"386\" height=\"386\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>AHORA, TE SIENTO PRESENTE No recuerdo tu nombre No recuerdo tu cara pero te siento presente, cuando lloro sobre la almohada. No veo el horizonte, s\u00f3lo un muro de hormig\u00f3n blindado del ego\u00edsmo de esta sociedad agrietada. Muerto en vida en un c\u00e1rcel por la intolerancia humana. No quise acabar entre barrotes \u00a1Negros!\u00a1Sucios!\u00a1De metal! Rodeado [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":494,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[366],"tags":[395,394,393,21,5],"class_list":["post-478","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-carcel","tag-cies","tag-migracion","tag-poema","tag-poesia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/478","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/9590"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=478"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/478\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":481,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/478\/revisions\/481"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/494"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=478"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=478"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=478"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}