{"id":10591,"date":"2024-09-21T07:42:59","date_gmt":"2024-09-21T07:42:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=10591"},"modified":"2024-09-26T03:45:24","modified_gmt":"2024-09-26T03:45:24","slug":"naci-a-la-orilla-de-un-rio-rima","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=10591","title":{"rendered":"Nac\u00ed A La Orilla De Un Rio (Rima)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text is-stacked-on-mobile is-vertically-aligned-top\" style=\"grid-template-columns:41% auto\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"540\" height=\"359\" data-src=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/DSC_2294-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6255 size-full lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 540px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 540\/359;\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nac\u00ed a la orilla de un r\u00edo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">viejo como la vida misma,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">cansado, cansino,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">suave y ladino,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">a la ribera del r\u00edo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De las ca\u00f1as y los \u00e1lamos erguidos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">a la sombra de granados en flor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">que ba\u00f1aba el r\u00edo en su labor<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">entre molinos por los siglos vencidos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Donde las grullas en los campos viv\u00edan,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">siguiendo los tractores con sus picos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">levantando del suelo los insectos chicos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y las garcillas y palomas all\u00ed se un\u00edan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A la ribera del r\u00edo, bebederos de agua,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">remansos de peces en un camino errante,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">entre alerces, juncos, un bosque vibrante,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00e1rboles y troncos que esa lluvia fragua.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">El ras del agua crec\u00eda con la tormenta,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y nos anclaba a la casa, botas mojadas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">las sillas sal\u00edan, la noche encantadas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">al comp\u00e1s de historias que el viento sustenta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De rostros cansados, viejos y arrugados,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">al caer la noche con botijos frescos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">medios de vino y recuerdos grotescos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">risas y olores de campos en los prados.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A la misma vida que en las gradillas gira,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">llenas de ni\u00f1os en calles empedradas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">historias contadas, memorias olvidadas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">los viejos sab\u00edan que la vida conspira.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ahora olvidados, como si no supi\u00e9ramos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">que de ellos es la vida que a\u00fan vivimos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">suya o nuestra, igual la compartimos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ellos son la esencia que nunca rompemos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Faroles viejos, luz ya consumida,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">pelar la pava bajo la luna fr\u00eda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">carabinas al viento, con la melod\u00eda<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de la exaltaci\u00f3n de una vida renacida.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cuando los ni\u00f1os brotaban sin aviso,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de todos los rincones, llenos de alegr\u00eda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">la vida reventaba con pura fantas\u00eda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">nada era previsto, todo era improviso.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Si ven\u00eda, ven\u00eda, y con ellos llegaba<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">la esperanza, o quiz\u00e1s la maldici\u00f3n,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">el pan bajo el brazo, o tal vez la aflicci\u00f3n,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">al r\u00edo de los pobres, donde todo empezaba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Pobres de comida, de casas vencidas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de paredes gruesas, casi derribadas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">techos de madera, vidas agotadas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">el domingo vest\u00edan con ropas sentidas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201c\u00bfDe qui\u00e9n eres hijo?\u201d preguntaba el viento,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cDe los muertos de hambre, de los que no claman,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">los de siempre, los que nunca se llaman,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">aquellos que alzaban el brazo en lamento.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A la orilla del r\u00edo que todo ha visto,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">tiempos lejanos, hoy tan olvidados,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">en la penumbra que dan los acordados,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">en callejas y plazas, de recuerdos vividos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A la sombra de iglesias que el tiempo no cesa,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de colegios de curas, de ira reprimida,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de sexo olvidado, de vida consumida,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">donde el hombre se siente solo en su mesa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Como ahora, algo nimio y suspendido,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y el r\u00edo corre, viejo como la vida misma,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">cansado, cansino, suave en su carisma,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y aqu\u00ed sigo yo, a la ribera del r\u00edo mismo.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nac\u00ed a la orilla de un r\u00edo, viejo como la vida misma, cansado, cansino, suave y ladino, a la ribera del r\u00edo. De las ca\u00f1as y los \u00e1lamos erguidos, a la sombra de granados en flor, que ba\u00f1aba el r\u00edo en su labor entre molinos por los siglos vencidos. 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