{"id":772,"date":"2010-12-25T18:04:21","date_gmt":"2010-12-25T17:04:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetapazzo.wordpress.com\/"},"modified":"2010-12-25T18:04:21","modified_gmt":"2010-12-25T17:04:21","slug":"poesias-espanolas","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?page_id=772","title":{"rendered":"Poes\u00edas espa\u00f1olas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/poetamatusel.files.wordpress.com\/2010\/12\/clouds-on-mt-pore-dolomites-by-guido-comin1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-854\" title=\"Clouds on Mt. Pore (Dolomites) - by Guido Comin\" src=\"http:\/\/poetamatusel.files.wordpress.com\/2010\/12\/clouds-on-mt-pore-dolomites-by-guido-comin1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"326\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">JUEGOS CELESTIALES<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">Hoy te busqu\u00e9 en el viento,<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">en el sol, la sombra y el cielo.<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">Las nubes maliciosas dibujaban<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">las l\u00edneas queridas de tu cara,<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">\u00a1mi Amor, mi p\u00e1lida Belleza!<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"style8\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style8\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style8\" style=\"padding-left:120px;\"><span class=\"style9\">\u00bfESPOSAS O&#8230; <\/span><em><span class=\"style9\">ESPOSAS?<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:120px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:120px;\">Que suerte, tener dos esposas:<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:120px;\">dos mujeres, que tanto me quieren,<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:120px;\">\u00a1dos mujeres tan maravillosas!<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:120px;\">No me ingenio a vivir sin una,<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:120px;\">la otra dice no vive sin mi&#8230;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:120px;\">Rodeado por dos mariposas,<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:120px;\">a veces me asusta la idea<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:120px;\">\u00a1de quedarme atrapado en esposas!<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">CAMPESINO LEJOS DE LA MAR<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:120px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:120px;\"><span style=\"font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:small;\">Si yo nac\u00ed campesino, \/ si yo nac\u00ed marinero,<br \/>\n\u00bfpor qu\u00e9 me ten\u00e9is aqu\u00ed, \/ si este <em>aqu\u00ed<\/em> yo no lo quiero?<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:240px;\"><span style=\"font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:small;\">Rafael Alberti, &#8220;Marinero en tierra&#8221;, 28<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:180px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:120px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:180px;\"><em>En memoria de Abuelita Maria<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">Yo tengo vocaci\u00f3n de marinero,<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">sin miedo ni de peces ni de agua&#8230;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">Atravesando sin saber que oc\u00e9ano,<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">sin pensar en los puertos de ma\u00f1ana.<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">Somos todos marineros en tierra,<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">cuando hablamos sin nunca decir nada;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">cuando vamos por las mares del mundo,<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">sin nunca llegar en alg\u00fan sitio.<\/p>\n<p class=\"style10\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">Yo tengo vocaci\u00f3n de marinero,<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">marinerito sin barco y sin agua:<\/p>\n<p class=\"style4\" style=\"padding-left:60px;\">tal vez tengo miedo de los peces,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">\u00a1<span class=\"style4\">que conocen los secretos de mi alma!<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"vertical-align:baseline;line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\"><span style=\"font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:x-small;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:10pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\"><span style=\"font-family:'Arial Narrow Special G1';font-size:small;\">Copyright \u00a0\u00a9 2010 Guido Comin \u2013 Belluno, Italy. \u00a0All rights reserved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; JUEGOS CELESTIALES &nbsp; Hoy te busqu\u00e9 en el viento, en el sol, la sombra y el cielo. Las nubes maliciosas dibujaban las l\u00edneas queridas de tu cara, \u00a1mi Amor, mi p\u00e1lida Belleza! &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u00bfESPOSAS O&#8230; ESPOSAS? &nbsp; Que suerte, tener dos esposas: dos mujeres, que tanto me quieren, \u00a1dos mujeres [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-772","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/772","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=772"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/772\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=772"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}