{"id":1263,"date":"2013-08-21T11:05:00","date_gmt":"2013-08-21T11:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viajeraeditora.wordpress.com\/2013\/08\/21\/lectura-en-ecunhi-axel-levin-parte-ii"},"modified":"2015-06-18T02:58:05","modified_gmt":"2015-06-18T05:58:05","slug":"lectura-en-ecunhi-axel-levin-parte-ii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/2013\/08\/lectura-en-ecunhi-axel-levin-parte-ii\/","title":{"rendered":"Lectura en Ecunhi – Axel Levin (Parte II)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Las bifurcaciones como venas<\/span><\/div>\n
alimentan la tierra<\/span><\/div>\n
madre del r\u00edo<\/span><\/div>\n
monta\u00f1a<\/span><\/div>\n
conteniendo un adi\u00f3s<\/span><\/div>\n
de atardecer<\/span><\/div>\n

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se alimenta<\/span><\/div>\n

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por los ojos<\/span><\/div>\n

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y ella se vuelve<\/span><\/div>\n

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tiempo<\/span><\/div>\n

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vientos del noroeste<\/span><\/div>\n

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se llevan los rastros de una batalla pasada<\/span><\/div>\n

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tal vez ella<\/span><\/div>\n
la fr\u00eda y c\u00e1lida contenci\u00f3n<\/span><\/div>\n
se despide<\/span><\/div>\n
con un poco de vida<\/span><\/div>\n
al aire de lo que vendr\u00e1<\/span><\/div>\n

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una embestida de tierra<\/span><\/div>\n

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nos envuelve<\/span><\/div>\n

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lejana<\/span><\/div>\n

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en la brisa<\/span><\/div>\n

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Una gran masa de agua-azul hasta el horizonte.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Se extiende majestuosa bajo el sol \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0oscilando el impacto.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Un espejo l\u00edquido de cielo \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 viviendo la luz en cuerpo \u00fanico.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Respira enorme hasta donde no alcanzan los ojos.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Reposa ceremoniosa \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 solemne y callada. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Casi tibia \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 casi suelo lejano.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Una invitaci\u00f3n sin palabras. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Un llamado como la impotencia.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Solo islas en archipi\u00e9lago. Pen\u00ednsulas bald\u00edas. Brazos de tierra.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Cada tanto bah\u00edas arqueadas, pe\u00f1ascos rocosos, vegetaci\u00f3n en crecimiento apretado.<\/span><\/div>\n

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De vez en cuando alg\u00fan muelle de piedra.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Alg\u00fan brote de pasillos y casas desdibujadas.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Caminar es un sin retorno. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Las promesas no existen.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Desde arriba: un salpicado de tierra \u00ednfimo.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Manchas flotando. Un contraste diminuto sin intenci\u00f3n.<\/span><\/div>\n

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El agua-viva y la distancia sin nombres.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
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Dejando que el cielo cambie de color y de bordes.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Luz \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 abandona el espacio para ser agua.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Axel Levin, Tatuarme con el atardecer, Colecci\u00f3n Valijita, 2012.<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sof\u00eda Huidobro Las bifurcaciones como venas alimentan la tierra madre del r\u00edo monta\u00f1a conteniendo un adi\u00f3s de atardecer se alimenta por los ojos y ella se vuelve tiempo vientos del noroeste se llevan los rastros de una batalla pasada tal vez ella la fr\u00eda y c\u00e1lida contenci\u00f3n se despide con un poco de vida al […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3891,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[253],"tags":[126,127,84],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1263"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1263"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1263\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3893,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1263\/revisions\/3893"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3891"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1263"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1263"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}