{"id":18225,"date":"2019-02-11T20:34:34","date_gmt":"2019-02-11T20:34:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/?p=18225"},"modified":"2019-02-11T20:37:04","modified_gmt":"2019-02-11T20:37:04","slug":"la-noche-que-lo-perfecto-murio","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/2019\/02\/11\/la-noche-que-lo-perfecto-murio\/","title":{"rendered":"La noche que lo perfecto muri\u00f3"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2 class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"s1\">por <a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Edward-Vidaurre\/e\/B00E6KNJLC%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share\">Edward Vidaurre<\/a><\/span><\/h2>\n<h4 class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"s1\"><i>(trad. Gabriel Gonz\u00e1lez N\u00fa\u00f1ez)<\/i><\/span><\/h4>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Te recuerdo<br \/>\nestabas al otro lado de la sala<br \/>\nyo beb\u00eda una<em> cold one<\/em> y escuchaba<br \/>\nuna canci\u00f3n de Ralfi Pag\u00e1n<\/p>\n<p>Nos miramos y fue<br \/>\nperfecto<br \/>\na ti te gust\u00f3 mi pantal\u00f3n con pliegues y<br \/>\nme hiciste ojitos<br \/>\na m\u00ed me gust\u00f3 tu peinado en capas y<br \/>\nme miraste<br \/>\nmiraste a tu amiga y<br \/>\nsolt\u00f3 una risita<\/p>\n<p>se puso de pie, se alej\u00f3<br \/>\nme indic\u00f3 con la cabeza que me sentara contigo<\/p>\n<p>nos sentamos callados<br \/>\nempec\u00e9 a hablar<br \/>\ny t\u00fa tambi\u00e9n<br \/>\nas\u00ed que hice silencio<br \/>\ny t\u00fa tambi\u00e9n<\/p>\n<p>tu aroma era<br \/>\nlindo<br \/>\nme sudaban las manos y entonces<br \/>\nempez\u00f3 a sonar <em>Smokey<\/em> en el tocadiscos<\/p>\n<p>estir\u00e9 el brazo<br \/>\ny te tom\u00e9 de la mano<br \/>\nnos pusimos de pie<br \/>\ncoloqu\u00e9 mis manos en tu cintura<br \/>\napoyaste las tuyas en mis hombros<br \/>\nyo lograba ver detr\u00e1s de tu maquillaje<br \/>\ntus pecas ocultas y<br \/>\nun lunarcito justo arriba de tus labios<\/p>\n<p>Una <em>stray bullet<\/em><br \/>\natraves\u00f3 la pared<br \/>\ny a mi perfecta flor parti\u00f3 en dos<\/p>\n<p>yo me enamoraba<br \/>\nt\u00fa te desmoronabas<\/p>\n<p>en las noches en que estoy solo<br \/>\nrecuerdo<br \/>\ntu mano temblorosa<\/p>\n<p>tu aroma<br \/>\ntus ojos nublados<\/p>\n<p>tus labios<br \/>\nlos cuales<br \/>\nnunca bes\u00e9<br \/>\nse estremecieron, y no se movieron m\u00e1s.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\"><b>Gabriel Gonz\u00e1lez N\u00fa\u00f1ez (traductor)<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Naci\u00f3 en Montevideo en 1976, y vive en Brownsville. Actualmente es docente de la Universidad de Texas en el Valle del R\u00edo Grande, donde forma traductores e int\u00e9rpretes. Ha publicado cuentos, microcuentos y poemas en distintas revistas y antolog\u00edas de Am\u00e9rica y Espa\u00f1a. En su blog, \u00abDonde escribe el escribidor\u00bb, publica traducciones literarias:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\"><i>Blog:<\/i> <a href=\"http:\/\/gabrielgonzaleznunez.wordpress.com\/\"><span class=\"s3\">GabrielGonzalezNunez.wordpress.com<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\"><i>FB:<\/i> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/EscritorGabrielGonzalezNunez\"><span class=\"s3\">\/EscritorGabrielGonzalezNunez<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>por Edward Vidaurre (trad. Gabriel Gonz\u00e1lez N\u00fa\u00f1ez) Te recuerdo estabas al otro lado de la sala yo beb\u00eda una cold one y escuchaba&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":18226,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[272,153,209,215],"tags":[],"coauthors":[],"class_list":["post-18225","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poesia","category-poema","category-revista","category-traduccion"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/adult-art-backlit-316681.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18225","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=18225"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18225\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18227,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18225\/revisions\/18227"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/18226"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18225"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18225"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18225"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=18225"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}