{"id":49039,"date":"2025-02-05T09:19:16","date_gmt":"2025-02-05T12:19:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/duraznohoy.com\/?p=49039"},"modified":"2025-02-05T09:19:16","modified_gmt":"2025-02-05T12:19:16","slug":"la-lluvia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/duraznohoy.com\/?p=49039","title":{"rendered":"La lluvia."},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">La lluvia tiene un vago secreto de ternura,<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">algo de somnolencia resignada y amable,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">una m\u00fasica humilde se despierta con ella<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">que hace vibrar el alma dormida del paisaje.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">Es un besar azul que recibe la Tierra,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">el mito primitivo que vuelve a realizarse.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">El contacto ya fr\u00edo de cielo y tierra viejos<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">con una mansedumbre de atardecer constante.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">Es la aurora del fruto. La que nos trae las flores<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">y nos unge de esp\u00edritu santo de los mares.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">La que derrama vida sobre las sementeras<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">y en el alma tristeza de lo que no se sabe.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">La nostalgia terrible de una vida perdida,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">el fatal sentimiento de haber nacido tarde,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">o la ilusi\u00f3n inquieta de un ma\u00f1ana imposible<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">con la inquietud cercana del color de la carne.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">El amor se despierta en el gris de su ritmo,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">nuestro cielo interior tiene un triunfo de sangre,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">pero nuestro optimismo se convierte en tristeza<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">al contemplar las gotas muertas en los cristales.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">Y son las gotas: ojos de infinito que miran<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">al infinito blanco que les sirvi\u00f3 de madre.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">Cada gota de lluvia tiembla en el cristal turbio<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">y le dejan divinas heridas de diamante.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Son poetas del agua que han visto y que meditan<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">lo que la muchedumbre de los r\u00edos no sabe.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">\u00a1Oh lluvia silenciosa, sin tormentas ni vientos,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">lluvia mansa y serena de esquila y luz suave,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">lluvia buena y pacifica que eres la verdadera,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">la que llorosa y triste sobre las cosas caes!<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">\u00a1Oh lluvia franciscana que llevas a tus gotas<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">almas de fuentes claras y humildes manantiales!<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Cuando sobre los campos desciendes lentamente<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">las rosas de mi pecho con tus sonidos abres.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">El canto primitivo que dices al silencio<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">y la historia sonora que cuentas al ramaje<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">los comenta llorando mi coraz\u00f3n desierto<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">en un negro y profundo pent\u00e1grama sin clave.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">Mi alma tiene tristeza de la lluvia serena,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">tristeza resignada de cosa irrealizable,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">tengo en el horizonte un lucero encendido<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">y el coraz\u00f3n me impide que corra a contemplarte.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><em><strong>Federico Garc\u00eda Lorca<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a\">\n<div dir=\"auto\" style=\"text-align: right;\">Ilustraci\u00f3n: Maya Fidawi<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\" style=\"text-align: right;\">Del Muro de <em><span class=\"xt0psk2\" style=\"color: #000000;\"><span class=\"xjp7ctv\"><a class=\"x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x1ejq31n xd10rxx x1sy0etr x17r0tee x972fbf xcfux6l x1qhh985 xm0m39n x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz x1sur9pj xkrqix3 xzsf02u x1s688f\" style=\"color: #000000;\" tabindex=\"0\" role=\"link\" 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