{"id":6840,"date":"2017-08-26T10:10:15","date_gmt":"2017-08-26T08:10:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nievesviesca.com\/blog\/?p=6840"},"modified":"2017-08-26T14:11:12","modified_gmt":"2017-08-26T12:11:12","slug":"ecos-de-poesia-cxvii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nievesviesca.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/26\/ecos-de-poesia-cxvii\/","title":{"rendered":"Ecos de Poes\u00eda (CXVII)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Velada Po\u00e9tico-Musical<\/span><\/h1>\n

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\"\"<\/a>en el Caf\u00e9 Avenida<\/span><\/h1>\n

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A ritmo de envolvente m\u00fasica de jazz, el jueves d\u00eda 24 de agosto en \u2018El Patio\u2019 del Caf\u00e9 Avenida de Villaviciosa (Asturias), los poetas Esther Garc\u00eda, Agust\u00edn A.<\/strong> Biscayar y Nieves Viesca<\/strong> pusieron verso y voz a una velada donde la magia de la l\u00edrica brill\u00f3 con luz propia haciendo recordar las palabras de Robert Browning:<\/strong> \u201cEl que escucha m\u00fasica y poes\u00eda siente que su soledad, de repente, se puebla<\/em>\u00ab.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\"Esther<\/a>

Esther Garc\u00eda L\u00f3pez<\/p><\/div>\n

Caligrama<\/span><\/h2>\n

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Escribo\u00a0 pallabres d\u2019amor<\/span><\/h5>\n
\u00a0nes tos manes.<\/span><\/h5>\n
Y enlleno los tos didos de versos.<\/span><\/h5>\n
Repito estes pallabres<\/span><\/h5>\n
y escr\u00edboles na to piel,<\/span><\/h5>\n
pa que nun escaezas la caligraf\u00eda del amor.<\/span><\/h5>\n
Escribo\u00a0 nel to cuerpu<\/span><\/h5>\n
con tinta roxa, y azul,<\/span><\/h5>\n
y verde, y violeta.<\/span><\/h5>\n
Escribo\u00a0 na to piel<\/span><\/h5>\n
pallabres\u00a0 enllenes de suspiros.<\/span><\/h5>\n
Y xuego a sosprendete<\/span><\/h5>\n
Y a\u00a0 cariciate\u00a0 a xeit\u00edn el coraz\u00f3n.<\/span><\/h5>\n
Nun quiero\u00a0 que\u2019l tiempu,<\/span><\/h5>\n
\u00a0y l\u2019 agua,<\/span><\/h5>\n
\u00a0y el fr\u00edu ,<\/span><\/h5>\n
\u00a0y l\u2019olvidu,<\/span><\/h5>\n
borren les mios\u00a0 pallabres del to cuerpu.<\/span><\/h5>\n
\u00a0Tu y yo dibuxaos d\u2019amor.<\/span><\/h5>\n
Pallabres que se duermen<\/span><\/h5>\n
y espierten\u00a0 cola lluz<\/span><\/h5>\n
d\u2019un\u00a0 nuevu amanecer.<\/span><\/h5>\n
El to cuerpu.<\/span><\/h5>\n
El mio cuerpu.<\/span><\/h5>\n
Dibuxaos de pallabres.<\/span><\/h5>\n
El\u00a0 to cuerpu.<\/span><\/h5>\n
El mio cuerpu.<\/span><\/h5>\n
Caligrama d\u2019 amor.<\/span><\/h5>\n
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(Esther Garc\u00eda 2-10-2010)<\/span><\/em><\/h5>\n

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\"\"<\/a>

Agust\u00edn Alonso Biscayar<\/p><\/div>\n

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\u00a0<\/span><\/h5>\n

MIEDO<\/span><\/h3>\n

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\u00ab\u00bfMiedo\u2026me preguntas…?<\/span><\/h5>\n
Miedo al tiempo,<\/span><\/h5>\n
al tiempo que pasa sin sentirse\u2026<\/span><\/h5>\n

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\u00a0<\/span><\/h5>\n
Miedo al tiempo que desaparece<\/span><\/h5>\n
sin dejar nada entre mis manos,<\/span><\/h5>\n
tan s\u00f3lo sus marcas graves e inocentes\u2026.<\/span><\/h5>\n

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\u00a0<\/span><\/h5>\n
Miedo al tiempo que transcurre<\/span><\/h5>\n
sin dejar en la memoria<\/span><\/h5>\n
el recuerdo fugaz de una sonrisa;<\/span><\/h5>\n
o la a\u00f1oranza de un d\u00eda eternamente bello\u2026\u00bb<\/span><\/h5>\n

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Agust\u00edn Alonso Biscayar<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a>

Nieves Viesca<\/p><\/div>\n

TR\u00c1NSITO<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Sobre el manto alado de las Parcas<\/span><\/h6>\n
tu rastro<\/span><\/h6>\n
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tambi\u00e9n se cruzar\u00e1 con el olvido.<\/span><\/h6>\n

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\u00a0Aprendiendo a volar,<\/span><\/h6>\n
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hilar\u00e1n con la lluvia extraviados caminos<\/span><\/h6>\n
cuando el amor, jugando a la ruleta,<\/span><\/h6>\n
dispare<\/em> sobre el m\u00e1rmol<\/span><\/h6>\n
de todos los colores negros<\/span><\/h6>\n

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y no pueda el crisol retroceder<\/span><\/h6>\n
al viento que pas\u00f3 sin<\/span><\/h6>\n
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Nieves Viesca<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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