{"id":1269,"date":"2013-08-19T13:04:00","date_gmt":"2013-08-19T13:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viajeraeditora.wordpress.com\/2013\/08\/19\/lectura-en-ecunhi-axel-levin-parte-i"},"modified":"2015-06-18T03:01:05","modified_gmt":"2015-06-18T06:01:05","slug":"lectura-en-ecunhi-axel-levin-parte-i","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/2013\/08\/lectura-en-ecunhi-axel-levin-parte-i\/","title":{"rendered":"Lectura en Ecunhi – Axel Levin – (Parte I)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Arrugas<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n

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Van perforando la tierra<\/span><\/div>\n
en un telar de nervaduras<\/span><\/div>\n
entrelazadas<\/span><\/div>\n
como una hoja desangr\u00e1ndose en roca.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Las venas del tiempo frente a los ojos<\/span><\/div>\n
esos recorridos de serpiente gigante<\/span><\/div>\n
contorneando la aspereza de las piedras<\/span><\/div>\n
las encrucijadas como dos manos de tierra enroll\u00e1ndose.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Arrugas que se quiebran<\/span><\/div>\n
resquicios de un atardecer aturdido<\/span><\/div>\n
surcado en sombras rojas<\/span><\/div>\n
volteretas de luna revolc\u00e1ndose<\/span><\/div>\n
pinceladas de colores secados.<\/span><\/div>\n

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La inmensidad de la primera piedra (esa hecha de tiempo)<\/span><\/div>\n
desmigaj\u00e1ndose como r\u00edos por el mundo.<\/span><\/div>\n

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y en alg\u00fan rinc\u00f3n perdido<\/span><\/div>\n

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se asoma para mirar<\/span><\/div>\n

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un hormiguero de hombres<\/span><\/div>\n

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Escribo viento<\/span><\/div>\n

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sobre los caminos rocosos<\/span><\/div>\n

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tallo el andar de las figuras<\/span><\/div>\n

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de la silueta que espera<\/span><\/div>\n

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al costado<\/span><\/div>\n

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qui\u00e9n sabe qu\u00e9 otra sombra<\/span><\/div>\n

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para ser dos<\/span><\/div>\n

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y seguir.<\/span><\/div>\n

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2<\/span><\/div>\n

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Escribo el grito rojo<\/span><\/div>\n

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de la tierra<\/span><\/div>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0pisado por tantos soles<\/span><\/div>\n

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ya cansados<\/span><\/div>\n

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Aire que se hace polvo<\/span><\/div>\n

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polvo que se hace monta\u00f1a<\/span><\/div>\n

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Se impregna en los ojos abiertos<\/span><\/div>\n

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de todo lo que ve<\/span><\/div>\n

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y lo calla<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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

Sof\u00eda Huidobro Arrugas Van perforando la tierra en un telar de nervaduras entrelazadas como una hoja desangr\u00e1ndose en roca. Las venas del tiempo frente a los ojos esos recorridos de serpiente gigante contorneando la aspereza de las piedras las encrucijadas como dos manos de tierra enroll\u00e1ndose. Arrugas que se quiebran resquicios de un atardecer aturdido […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3896,"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\/1269"}],"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=1269"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1269\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3898,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1269\/revisions\/3898"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3896"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1269"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1269"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1269"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}