{"id":18631,"date":"2020-04-01T20:30:36","date_gmt":"2020-04-01T20:30:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/?p=18631"},"modified":"2025-07-25T20:06:31","modified_gmt":"2025-07-25T20:06:31","slug":"disparates","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/2020\/04\/01\/disparates\/","title":{"rendered":"Disparates"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Deber\u00eda callar quien tiene <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">que callar. El agua balbucea <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">lo que nadie dice. Hablar <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">por hablar. Llueve de noche.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">En la negra arboleda matutina<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">trinan dulcemente un centenar <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">de p\u00e1jaros diversos: no dicen <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">nada. La hojarasca, entre tanto, <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">canturrea el sinsentido triste <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">de las hojas muertas. Y en el viento <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">se confunden los sonidos <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">y el aroma de todo lo que existe <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">bajo el sol y persiste a la luz <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">de las lunas mortecinas. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Fulgores desolados de la noche <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">oscura. La de la huida.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">La del salir puertas afuera<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Y a escondidas en busca <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">del amado. Callan las calles <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">de las tinieblas. Calla el silencio <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">del que espera. Orar, pedir, clamar <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">es tan in\u00fatil como in\u00fatil es <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">echarse a andar monta\u00f1a arriba<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">buscando el precipicio y el ca\u00f1\u00f3n <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">del eco. Pero hay entre nosotros<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">quienes no pueden no ascender<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">ni sostener las riendas de la voz <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">que se desboca y ladra<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">en el torpe disparate: en la llamada.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-17828 alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/title678862627.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"282\" height=\"282\" srcset=\"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/title678862627.png 282w, https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/title678862627-150x150.png 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 282px) 100vw, 282px\" \/><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Santiago Dayd\u00ed-Tolson<\/strong> (Chile, 1943), ha vivido en los Estados Unidos desde la d\u00e9cada de los sesenta. Recibi\u00f3 en 1973 el Doctorado en Filosof\u00eda y Letras por la Universidad de Kansas y actualmente, despu\u00e9s de ense\u00f1ar en las universidades de Fordham, Virginia y Wisconsin-Milwaukee \u2014de la que es profesor em\u00e9rito\u2014, es catedr\u00e1tico de literaturas hisp\u00e1nicas en la Universidad de Texas en San Antonio. Ha publicado en su campo de especializaci\u00f3n, pero a pesar de haber escrito poes\u00eda desde que tiene memoria ha publicado poco o casi nada de su obra l\u00edrica. La lira de la ira, pr\u00f3ximo a aparecer publicado por Bilingual Press, recoge una selecci\u00f3n de poemas en espa\u00f1ol e ingl\u00e9s de varios vol\u00famenes in\u00e9ditos.<\/p>\n<h2>Twitter:\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/SDTolson\">@SDTolson<\/a><\/h2>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Deber\u00eda callar quien tiene que callar. El agua balbucea lo que nadie dice. Hablar por hablar. Llueve de noche. 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