{"id":10340,"date":"2024-09-19T04:27:52","date_gmt":"2024-09-19T04:27:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=10340"},"modified":"2024-09-19T04:27:52","modified_gmt":"2024-09-19T04:27:52","slug":"el-rio-rima","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=10340","title":{"rendered":"El R\u00edo (Rima)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text is-stacked-on-mobile is-vertically-aligned-top\" style=\"grid-template-columns:40% auto\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"640\" height=\"425\" data-src=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/DSC_3140peque.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6142 size-full lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 640px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 640\/425;\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<p>El r\u00edo, el r\u00edo, siempre el r\u00edo,<br>con su lento fluir, cansado y fr\u00edo,<br>y con el atardecer, la lejan\u00eda<br>del pasado conocido, de la vida incierta.<br>R\u00edo, r\u00edo, siempre r\u00edo,<br>fluir de l\u00e1grimas y de quej\u00edos,<br>r\u00edo, r\u00edo, siempre r\u00edo,<br>murmullo muerto de aguas en fr\u00edo.<br>El sol cansado, de agostar la tierra,<br>se deja caer rendido sobre la sierra,<br>y all\u00ed pierde su color y su calor,<br>en el r\u00edo, dentro del r\u00edo, sin vigor.<br>El murmullo de la brisa, en su vuelo,<br>flota sobre la corriente, sin desvelo,<br>intentando levantar una ola, un rizo,<br>pero el r\u00edo, triste r\u00edo, no da aviso.<br>Los \u00e1rboles que riega con desgana,<br>lo miran, y ven c\u00f3mo se desangra,<br>el agua del r\u00edo, se pierde en lontananza,<br>\u00bfVas camino de Sevilla, r\u00edo?, vete, avanza.<br>Las piedras viejas, testigos del pasado,<br>de crecidas y menguadas han quedado,<br>miran al r\u00edo, s\u00ed, miran sin aliento,<br>como si ya se ha ido, sin lamento.<br>Viene la luna, la amante perdida,<br>que lleva las l\u00e1grimas, olvida la vida,<br>y el r\u00edo, al tocarla, refleja su luz,<br>la amante secreta, la mira en su albur.<br>En la balaustrada de un puente olvidado,<br>de piedras muertas, al r\u00edo ha mirado,<br>una cara pregunta, en su silencio,<br>\u00bfy qui\u00e9n sabe qu\u00e9 le ha pedido el lamento?<br>Sentado en la Albolafia, donde ya no moja,<br>la orilla se deja tocar, se sonroja,<br>condenado al eterno desconsuelo,<br>mi alma llora, sue\u00f1a, sufre en duelo.<br>Maldito verde, maldita maravilla,<br>que te ofreces como esquiva alcahuilla,<br>cuando mi alma llora, maldita seas,<br>malditas tus flores, maldito r\u00edo, as\u00ed me dejas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><br><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El r\u00edo, el r\u00edo, siempre el r\u00edo,con su lento fluir, cansado y fr\u00edo,y con el atardecer, la lejan\u00edadel pasado conocido, de la vida incierta.R\u00edo, r\u00edo, siempre r\u00edo,fluir de l\u00e1grimas y de quej\u00edos,r\u00edo, r\u00edo, siempre r\u00edo,murmullo muerto de aguas en fr\u00edo.El sol cansado, de agostar la tierra,se deja caer rendido sobre la sierra,y all\u00ed pierde su &hellip; 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