{"id":6214,"date":"2024-03-23T11:12:08","date_gmt":"2024-03-23T11:12:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?page_id=6214"},"modified":"2024-03-23T11:12:08","modified_gmt":"2024-03-23T11:12:08","slug":"la-primera-flor-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?page_id=6214","title":{"rendered":"La Primera Flor"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text is-stacked-on-mobile is-vertically-aligned-top\" style=\"grid-template-columns:35% auto\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"402\" height=\"640\" data-src=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/DSC_0252cortadapeque.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6215 size-full lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 402px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 402\/640;\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>La Primera Flor<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>(Ripio O Poes\u00eda A Mi C\u00f3rdoba Quer\u00eda)<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La gitanilla se abri\u00f3,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">un p\u00e9talo movi\u00f3,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y vio el sol,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">sonri\u00f3,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">otro abri\u00f3,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">luego todas al comp\u00e1s<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;se abrieron de par en par,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">sintiendo el c\u00e1lido abrazo<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;de un amanecer sin igual,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;miraron a su alrededor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">rosas, claveles, geranios de olor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;todas sus amigas se abrieron<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;al abrazo del <em>quer\u00edo<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">que les daba su calor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;y la calle, triste, p\u00e1lida,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;de colores estall\u00f3,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de calor, las puertas se abrieron<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;y las acun\u00f3 el sol,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;las sombras alargadas desaparecieron,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">huyendo del resplandor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y el aire, de frio,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;pas\u00f3 a frescor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;a llevar el olor<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;entre las milenarias callejas<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;que se&nbsp; despertaban,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;anunciando a los de dentro<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;que llegaba,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;aunque no lo creyeran<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">esa que parec\u00eda olvidada,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">la primavera, la ilusi\u00f3n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y despert\u00f3, rinc\u00f3n por rinc\u00f3n,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;Calleja y callej\u00f3n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">plaza, ronda y jard\u00edn, despert\u00f3,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;y lleno del color de la ilusi\u00f3n,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;del letargo dormido<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;hasta la m\u00e1s m\u00edsera habitaci\u00f3n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Se olvidaron los abrigos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">hasta las medias, mi amor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">el frio casi ni era un recuerdo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">tras esos rayos de sol,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ni la escarcha, ni la ventisca,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ni siquiera la <em>hel\u00e1<\/em>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">todos eran fantasmas perdidos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">evaporados<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;por la alegr\u00eda del de arriba,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">por nuestro calor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y tom\u00f3 vida,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">del letargo salida,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">la ciudad floreci\u00f3,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">se oy\u00f3 el rasgar de una guitarra,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">el agua de los pozos brot\u00f3,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">para enjugar la tierra de la rosa,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">del clavel, de la gitanilla de olor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y llamaron a sus hermanas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y aunque pareciera imposible<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">todo se ba\u00f1\u00f3 de un incre\u00edble color.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y la guitarra tocaba,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">para despertar la calor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y una voz ronca,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>sal\u00eda<\/em> del coraz\u00f3n,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">entonaba una <em>seguirilla<\/em>,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;de lamento y de pasi\u00f3n,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">despertaban los hombres,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">despertaba la calor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y la vieja ciudad, se mov\u00eda<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">al ritmo del diapas\u00f3n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de la guitarra rasgada,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">del <em>quej\u00edo<\/em> del <em>cantaor<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y all\u00ed en una esquina<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">mirando la cruz,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">engalanada de flores,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">sus perfumes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">su belleza regal\u00f3,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">a todo aquel que sintiera<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">en el alma la calor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y&nbsp; nuestro hogar<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de exuberantes perfumes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de par en par se abri\u00f3,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">para darle amores<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">a los que quer\u00edan embriagarse<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de las flores,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de su aroma,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de su olor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a1Ay\u00a1 la ciudad perfumada,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a1Ay! ese bello color,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">que por nada cambiar\u00eda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">que nunca me alejar\u00eda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">que esta es mi tierra quer\u00eda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;en la que se toca una guitarra,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">en la que canta un <em>cantaor<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>A mi C\u00f3rdoba, Pedro Casiano Gonz\u00e1lez Cuevas 2.018<\/em><strong><br><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La Primera Flor (Ripio O Poes\u00eda A Mi C\u00f3rdoba Quer\u00eda) La gitanilla se abri\u00f3, un p\u00e9talo movi\u00f3, y vio el sol, sonri\u00f3, otro abri\u00f3, luego todas al comp\u00e1s &nbsp;se abrieron de par en par, sintiendo el c\u00e1lido abrazo &nbsp;de un amanecer sin igual, &nbsp;miraron a su alrededor, rosas, claveles, geranios de olor, &nbsp;todas sus amigas &hellip; 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