{"id":8303,"date":"2020-03-05T18:39:34","date_gmt":"2020-03-05T21:39:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.viajeraeditorial.com.ar\/?p=8303"},"modified":"2020-03-05T18:39:34","modified_gmt":"2020-03-05T21:39:34","slug":"oh-latido-ernesto-carnevale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/2020\/03\/oh-latido-ernesto-carnevale\/","title":{"rendered":"Oh, latido * Ernesto Carnevale"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nRebotan las cosas<br \/>\nuna por una<br \/>\nentre muchas voces<br \/>\nque se estancan en el seto<br \/>\ndonde la sombra<br \/>\ndescansa sobre las ramas.<br \/>\nEntre piedras y hojarasca<br \/>\nyacen en la escarcha consumidos<br \/>\ncolores puros<br \/>\nesperando ser<br \/>\nllamados por su nombre.<br \/>\nY yo te siento<br \/>\ncoraz\u00f3n que lates<br \/>\nen el vac\u00edo de las manos<br \/>\nque aprieto con fuerza<br \/>\npara que no te vayas.<br \/>\nY cu\u00e1ntas veces te dije adi\u00f3s<br \/>\npercibiendo que pulsabas.<br \/>\nCon tantas espinas<br \/>\nen la carne<br \/>\ntriste espero ante tu puerta<br \/>\npara escuchar tus palabras.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Ernesto Carnevale<\/strong>, <em>Viviendo<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Viajera, 2015.<\/p>\n<p>Traducci\u00f3n de Mario Francisco Benvenuto.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_8304\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-8304\" style=\"width: 527px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-8304 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/www.viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/jkhjkj.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"527\" height=\"735\" srcset=\"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/jkhjkj.jpg 527w, https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/jkhjkj-257x358.jpg 257w, https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/jkhjkj-350x488.jpg 350w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 527px) 100vw, 527px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-8304\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Pritzl<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Rebotan las cosas una por una entre muchas voces que se estancan en el seto donde la sombra descansa sobre las ramas. Entre piedras y hojarasca yacen en la escarcha consumidos colores puros esperando ser llamados por su nombre. Y yo te siento coraz\u00f3n que lates en el vac\u00edo de las manos que [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":8304,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[253],"tags":[390,564],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8303"}],"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\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8303"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8305,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8303\/revisions\/8305"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8304"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}