{"id":10377,"date":"2024-09-19T04:46:42","date_gmt":"2024-09-19T04:46:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=10377"},"modified":"2024-09-23T05:29:16","modified_gmt":"2024-09-23T05:29:16","slug":"esta-negra-noche-rima","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=10377","title":{"rendered":"Esta Negra Noche (Rima)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text is-stacked-on-mobile is-vertically-aligned-top\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"853\" data-src=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/starry-sky-2051448_1280-1024x853.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4075 size-full lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 1024px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 1024\/853;\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La negra noche me envuelve entera,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">pincelada de estrellas, clara y sincera,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">una pl\u00e9yade brilla en el firmamento,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">la luna, grande, reina del momento,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">se alza con pecas entre su manto,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y las luces titilan en blanco encanto.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">El aire quieto, frescor que no corre,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">la oscuridad que el sol ya no socorre,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">desde mi azotea veo el perfil mellado<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de los edificios en la ciudad alzado,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ninguno igual, cada uno una historia,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">alguno falta, testigo de la memoria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La noche calma, mi tierra llana respira,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">a la vera del r\u00edo, el frescor conspira,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">hija del canto de chicharras al d\u00eda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y de los grillos, que en la noche son gu\u00eda.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Olores de azahar y jazm\u00edn esparcen<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y los mosquitos de picaduras nacen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Escucho el silencio, callejas vac\u00edas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y espero al fresco que por fin llegar\u00eda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">como ladr\u00f3n en la noche robando,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">bienvenido el fr\u00edo, en mi piel calando.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Tacones resuenan en la vieja losa,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">evocan tiempos de mi tierra morisca y hermosa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a1Ay, soledad, mi fiel compa\u00f1\u00eda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de la noche oscura, siempre tard\u00eda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">escapando del sue\u00f1o y del descanso,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">mi espalda en el azulejo hallando remanso!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miro la luna y su corte de estrellas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">reflejo en el r\u00edo de aguas m\u00e1s bellas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">El r\u00edo murmura, lento en su correr,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">no quiere romper con su fluir el atardecer,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de pasos solitarios, sobre las viejas piedras,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">que tantos han pisado, en noches ya muertas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mi calle es testigo de almas perdidas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">en esta noche calurosa y oprimida.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Los tacones se alejan, rumbo al r\u00edo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">donde la ribera espera su eco vac\u00edo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">all\u00ed donde la vida y el cauce terminan,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">donde los \u00e1lamos, vencidos, se inclinan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Olvidadas crecidas, p\u00e1ramos desiertos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">siempre cerca del r\u00edo, el hogar de mis sue\u00f1os.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La puerta nueva y su cruce olvidado,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">el viejo olivo junto al matadero,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">todo yace muerto, como mi ciudad,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">que se va desvaneciendo con su lenta verdad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A la orilla del r\u00edo, siempre en su costado,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">donde nac\u00ed, cerca de mi amado r\u00edo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">mi ciudad se muere, pero yo suspiro,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">por el agua que corre, por mi querido r\u00edo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La negra noche me envuelve entera, pincelada de estrellas, clara y sincera, una pl\u00e9yade brilla en el firmamento, la luna, grande, reina del momento, se alza con pecas entre su manto, y las luces titilan en blanco encanto. 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