{"id":77,"date":"1980-05-14T19:22:00","date_gmt":"1980-05-14T19:22:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/?p=77"},"modified":"2023-01-22T19:24:37","modified_gmt":"2023-01-22T19:24:37","slug":"retrato","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/?p=77","title":{"rendered":"Retrato"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong><br>Y hoy recuerdo mi infancia, las calles de mi barrio<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>con un rumor de chicos jugando a la pelota<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>ten\u00eda dos perritas que eran mi compa\u00f1\u00eda<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>tirado sobre el patio, contaba las baldosas<\/strong> <\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">jugando a los soldados en guerras fantasmales<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"288\" height=\"304\" src=\"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-78\" srcset=\"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image.png 288w, https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image-284x300.png 284w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 288px) 100vw, 288px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>Mi madre me cos\u00eda las ropas con ternura<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>perfum\u00e1ndolo todo con su olor a Mendoza<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>esa tierra de flores, la del sol y las uvas<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>que llevaba prendida en su voz luminosa<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"288\" height=\"304\" src=\"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image-1.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-79\" srcset=\"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image-1.png 288w, https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image-1-284x300.png 284w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 288px) 100vw, 288px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>Mi t\u00eda, que bordaba, me llevaba a la iglesia<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>a venerar la imagen de aquel crucificado<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>recuerdo que en las tardes, sentados en su pieza<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>me ense\u00f1aba las cuentas que forman un rosario<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>Mi padre era presencia solo una vez al a\u00f1o<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>un abrazo, una cena, un juguete esperad<\/strong><strong>o<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>despu\u00e9s un hasta pronto que nunca me alcanzaba<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>y un esperar sus cartas, y el pr\u00f3ximo verano<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Tuve una abuela fr\u00e1gil, como de porcelana<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">y un se\u00f1orial abuelo que me alzaba orgulloso<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">y me llevaba un t\u00edo al caf\u00e9 de la esquina<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">y el s\u00e1bado o domingo, de visita al zool\u00f3gico<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/assets.zyrosite.com\/cdn-cgi\/image\/format=auto,w=306,h=320,fit=crop\/YXNQrqkxzNfp4x87\/Abuelo-yo-mk3NMPOyRocJngww.jpg\" alt=\"Quotes\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Ten\u00eda un mono a cuerda, vestido de payaso<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">y un equipo completo de jugador de Boca<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">y en una biblioteca los libros de Salgari<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">con mi espada de palo, el corsario en su popa<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"204\" height=\"320\" src=\"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image-2.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-80\" srcset=\"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image-2.png 204w, https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image-2-191x300.png 191w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 204px) 100vw, 204px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>Mis primos y mis primas eran los compa\u00f1eros<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>con que a veces ten\u00eda una tarde de juegos<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>sab\u00eda de memoria los nombres de la historia<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>y admiraba a Yrigoyen, y a Juan Manuel de Rosas<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"510\" height=\"392\" src=\"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image-3.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-81\" srcset=\"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image-3.png 510w, https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/image-3-300x231.png 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 510px) 100vw, 510px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>Mam\u00e1 me acompa\u00f1aba del brazo hasta la escuela<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>entonces, siempre era el mejor de la clase<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>como orgullosamente dec\u00eda mi maestra<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>aquella se\u00f1orita que nunca vi m\u00e1s tarde<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>Desde el balc\u00f3n, miraba a la chica de enfrente<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>la que iba a ser mi novia, cuando yo fuera grande<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>recuerdo que ten\u00eda el pelo como trigo<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>y unos ojos de miel, y que se fue una tarde<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong><br>Todo se fue marchando: no est\u00e1 m\u00e1s el mercado<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>ni en la esquina de casa el bar de Don Severo;<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>y hoy crecen orgullosos altos departamentos<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>en vez de la canchita que hab\u00eda en el potrero<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>Yo guard\u00e9 en un ropero los libros de Salgari<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>el equipo de Boca, y mi espada de palo<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>ya no est\u00e1 mi maestra ense\u00f1ando en la escuela<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>y mi perra en la puerta ya no aguarda mis pasos<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>Mi madre tiene el pelo embellecido en canas<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>mi t\u00eda una ma\u00f1ana se fue a bordar al cielo<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>mis primos ya no juegan conmigo en la terraza&nbsp;<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>y no volver\u00e1 nunca de visita el abuelo<\/strong><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><br>Y hoy recuerdo el ayer. Ese, que nunca vuelve<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">las calles de mi infancia, de mi infancia perdida<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">y soy de nuevo un chico jugando en la terraza<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">soy el Corsario Negro, abordando a la vida!!<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Y hoy recuerdo mi infancia, las calles de mi barrio con un rumor de chicos&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-77","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=77"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":82,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77\/revisions\/82"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=77"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=77"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=77"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}