{"id":2186,"date":"2014-07-22T10:35:00","date_gmt":"2014-07-22T10:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viajeraeditora.wordpress.com\/2014\/07\/22\/fabio-rivas-rivera-en-musicalpoesia-247"},"modified":"2015-06-17T05:22:03","modified_gmt":"2015-06-17T08:22:03","slug":"fabio-rivas-rivera-en-musicalpoesia-247","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/2014\/07\/fabio-rivas-rivera-en-musicalpoesia-247\/","title":{"rendered":"Fabio Rivas Rivera en musicalpoes\u00eda! – 24\/7"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Soy la sangre\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
De los fracasados\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
La mordida de los perros<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Que agonizan en la calle\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
El silencio de las fotos\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Y el grito reproducido\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
De una generaci\u00f3n enferma\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span>

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Soy tu madre pariendo tus ojos\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Tu padre borracho\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Bailando rock and roll\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Soy la espada y la pared\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Los desechos de la luna\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Y las flores incendiadas\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
De esta juventud\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span>

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Soy la duda\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Que no quiere nadie\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Y la certeza\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Que quieren todos\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span>

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Soy el diafragma del canto\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
El maquillaje de los muertos\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
El emigrante\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
El demente\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
El suicida\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span>

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Soy tan imperfecto\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Como una estrella\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Y tan fr\u00e1gil\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Como Dios\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span>

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Soy el hurac\u00e1n\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Y las casas de madera\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
El traductor\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
De los golpes\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
El capit\u00e1n\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
De las bestias\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span>

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Soy el hombre\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
M\u00e1s hermoso de este mundo\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Y he venido a arrodillarme\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Ante tus pies.<\/span><\/span> <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>Fabio Rivas Rivera naci\u00f3 en San Salvador, El Salvador. Actualmente vive en Buenos Aires, donde estudia lenguaje audiovisual en el IUNA, y organiza desde hace un a\u00f1o el ciclo de poes\u00eda \u201carranc\u00e1ndonos la piel\u201d. Fabio es autor del libro de relatos cortos \u201csiete maneras de estar muerto\u201d y poemario \u201cel mundo se derrumba y nosotros nos masturbamos\u201d. Actualmente trabaja en la edici\u00f3n de su segundo poemario.<\/span><\/span><\/span>

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Soy la sangre\u00a0 De los fracasados\u00a0 La mordida de los perros Que agonizan en la calle\u00a0 El silencio de las fotos\u00a0 Y el grito reproducido\u00a0 De una generaci\u00f3n enferma\u00a0 Soy tu madre pariendo tus ojos\u00a0 Tu padre borracho\u00a0 Bailando rock and roll\u00a0 Soy la espada y la pared\u00a0 Los desechos de la luna\u00a0 Y las […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3339,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[253],"tags":[151,204,84],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2186"}],"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=2186"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2186\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3365,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2186\/revisions\/3365"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3339"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2186"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2186"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2186"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}