{"id":8031,"date":"2018-07-24T14:08:09","date_gmt":"2018-07-24T12:08:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nievesviesca.com\/blog\/?p=8031"},"modified":"2018-07-25T22:05:11","modified_gmt":"2018-07-25T20:05:11","slug":"el-alba-de-los-libros-xliv","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nievesviesca.com\/blog\/2018\/07\/24\/el-alba-de-los-libros-xliv\/","title":{"rendered":"El alba de los libros (XLIV)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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VERANO ENTRE LOS \u00c1RBOLES<\/span><\/h1>\n

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Fuera de ti, el mar sediento ahoga,<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

se vuelve muro, bosque de maleza.<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

Contigo, el agua al viento<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

en fuga silba ardiente vapor. Sube,<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

asciende igual que un hilo<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

de globo sin alcance.<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

Tu entrega es filtro y fuego,<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

vals de olas que no mueren en la playa,<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

cofre irisado en sol.<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

Si velas el oc\u00e9ano, la hoguera<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

de mi vida es frescura<\/em>.<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

El barro del camino labra el c\u00e1ntaro<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

que escancia la oquedad del ser nutrido<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

con sue\u00f1os del verano entre los \u00e1rboles.<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

Nieves VIESCA<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

De la Antolog\u00eda Tejedores de palabras<\/em><\/span><\/h4>\n

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  VERANO ENTRE LOS \u00c1RBOLES   Fuera de ti, el mar sediento ahoga, se vuelve muro, bosque de maleza. \u00a0 Contigo, el agua al viento en fuga silba ardiente vapor. Sube, asciende igual que un hilo de globo sin alcance. … Sigue leyendo →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8031","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-alba_de_los_libros"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t