{"id":1306,"date":"2013-07-31T12:30:00","date_gmt":"2013-07-31T12:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viajeraeditora.wordpress.com\/2013\/07\/31\/el-amor-en-viajera-dos-poemas-de-loreley-el-jaber"},"modified":"2015-06-17T04:15:19","modified_gmt":"2015-06-17T07:15:19","slug":"el-amor-en-viajera-dos-poemas-de-loreley-el-jaber","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/2013\/07\/el-amor-en-viajera-dos-poemas-de-loreley-el-jaber\/","title":{"rendered":"El Amor en Viajera – Dos poemas de Loreley El Jaber"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u00abPimpernel\u00bb, Williams Morris.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n


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Se me quiebra la piel cuando me enredo en tu espalda.<\/span><\/div>\n
No tengo m\u00e1s que oler el ritmo de tu cuello<\/span><\/div>\n
para que mis labios empiecen a crujir desaforados.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00bfAcaso no o\u00eds el ruido de mi amor<\/span><\/div>\n
envuelto en la baba de esta lengua que te asusta?<\/span><\/div>\n

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Remov\u00e9s la tierra de tu cantero porque no te gusta\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
\/<\/span>que se apelmace.<\/span><\/div>\n
Sin cuidado tom\u00e1s el cuchillo y empez\u00e1s a excavar.<\/span><\/div>\n
Cort\u00e1s y segu\u00eds tajeando enfervorizado.<\/span><\/div>\n
Ten\u00e9s la cara manchada de la tierra que te salpica<\/span><\/div>\n
las manos coloreadas por el filo.<\/span><\/div>\n
Riendo a carcajadas me mostr\u00e1s la hiedra carcomida\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
\/entre tus dedos.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Loreley El Jaber, La Playa, Viajera Editorial, 2010.<\/span>

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\u00abPimpernel\u00bb, Williams Morris. Se me quiebra la piel cuando me enredo en tu espalda. No tengo m\u00e1s que oler el ritmo de tu cuello para que mis labios empiecen a crujir desaforados. \u00bfAcaso no o\u00eds el ruido de mi amor envuelto en la baba de esta lengua que te asusta? * * * * * […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":2394,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[122,54,184,84],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1306"}],"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=1306"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1306\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2395,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1306\/revisions\/2395"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2394"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1306"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1306"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1306"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}