{"id":17632,"date":"2017-11-06T18:46:45","date_gmt":"2017-11-06T18:46:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/?p=17632"},"modified":"2017-12-19T19:46:39","modified_gmt":"2017-12-19T19:46:39","slug":"la-puerta-esta-abierta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/2017\/11\/06\/la-puerta-esta-abierta\/","title":{"rendered":"La puerta est\u00e1 abierta"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>Fotograf\u00eda de Alejandro Cegarra<\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Tres poemas de\u00a0<span class=\"s1\"><i>Leidy Vivas<\/i> <\/span><\/h1>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"s1\">(Venezuela, 1998)<\/span><\/h3>\n<hr \/>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2 class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"s1\"><b>La realidad me toma por sorpresa<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">La realidad me toma por sorpresa y<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">no duda en quebrar mis d\u00e9biles huesos<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">s\u00fabita muerte me provoca <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">el blanco esqueleto r\u00e1pido se resquebraja<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">como la madera siendo tallada <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">h\u00e1bilmente por un carpintero.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">La realidad me toma por sorpresa y <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">no duda en quebrar mis p\u00e1lidos huesos<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">ausente, distante siempre me encuentro<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">alojada como en un refugio, en mi mente<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">como si el mundo acaso acechara <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">temerosa quiz\u00e1 tambi\u00e9n de la gente.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">\u00a1La realidad me toma por sorpresa \u2013vaya que s\u00ed\u2013<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">y la desdichada no duda, ni siquiera un segundo, <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">en quebrar mis fr\u00e1giles y n\u00edveos huesos!<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Y les confieso que yo ya he muerto mil veces<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">aunque a veces me vean caminando por las calles<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">danzarina, revoloteando como un ave en su nido.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h2><\/h2>\n<h2 class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"s1\"><b>La gente va mirando qu\u00e9<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">La gente camina con la cabeza abajo mirando el pavimento,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">camina apresurada mirando el reloj en su mu\u00f1eca que suena tic-tac marcando la hora de su destino,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">la gente camina con un rumbo pero en realidad est\u00e1 perdida.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">\u00bfLa gente va mirando qu\u00e9 cuando camina?,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">la gente mira todo y a la vez nada,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">solo mira lo trivial de la vida:<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">un bus que pasa,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">un carro echando humo\u2026,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">la gente no mira una flor que reci\u00e9n ha reto\u00f1ado<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">ni la hoja que cae de un \u00e1rbol<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">ni un ni\u00f1o que r\u00ede<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">ni un p\u00e1jaro que canta.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">\u00bfLa gente va mirando qu\u00e9 cuando camina?,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">la gente no mira nada,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">la gente est\u00e1 perdida.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h2 class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"s1\"><b>Fantasmas<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Hay personas que me marcaron,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">aunque se hayan ido.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Hay personas que recuerdo,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">aunque las haya dejado.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Porque a veces lo mejor es dejar ir y marcharse,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">pero aunque nos vayamos<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">seguimos recordando,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">\u00a1ah!, cu\u00e1n anhelado es el olvido.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Hay fantasmas de personas,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">recuerdos de fantasmas,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">de personas que ahora no est\u00e1n,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">que son escombros en la memoria.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Hay fantasmas de personas vivas,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">hay fantasmas que a veces me visitan;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">no me aterran ni me invaden y les digo:<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">la puerta est\u00e1 abierta, pasen.<\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-17634\" src=\"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/title908140989-300x300.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/title908140989-300x300.png 300w, https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/title908140989-150x150.png 150w, https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/title908140989.png 334w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<h3 class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\"><b><i>Leidy Vivas<\/i> (Venezuela, 1998). <\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Aspirante a estudiante de psicolog\u00eda. Mi pasi\u00f3n son las neurociencias pero tambi\u00e9n soy entusiasta de la palabra y cuando logro tener momentos de inspiraci\u00f3n, escribo alg\u00fan poema, y si tengo suerte, es uno bueno.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fotograf\u00eda de Alejandro Cegarra Tres poemas de\u00a0Leidy Vivas (Venezuela, 1998) &nbsp; La realidad me toma por sorpresa &nbsp; La realidad me toma por&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":17633,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[153],"tags":[167],"coauthors":[],"class_list":["post-17632","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poema","tag-poesia"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/venezuela-ciclo-violencia-9.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17632","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17632"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17632\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17645,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17632\/revisions\/17645"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/17633"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17632"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17632"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17632"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=17632"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}