{"id":1245,"date":"2008-06-16T19:06:45","date_gmt":"2008-06-16T23:06:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.panfletonegro.com\/v\/2008\/06\/16\/poema-caligramatico\/"},"modified":"2008-06-17T01:18:04","modified_gmt":"2008-06-17T05:18:04","slug":"poema-caligramatico","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.panfletonegro.com\/v\/2008\/06\/16\/poema-caligramatico\/","title":{"rendered":"Poema caligram\u00e1tico"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A&nbsp;Xavier.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n\u00a1Ay,<br \/>\nca\u00edda<br \/>\ndel&nbsp;ave<br \/>\nvertiginosa!<br \/>\n\u00a1Ay,&nbsp;arranque&nbsp;bestial<br \/>\ndel&nbsp;aeroplano&nbsp;militar!<br \/>\nEn&nbsp;tus&nbsp;alas&nbsp;sientes&nbsp;el<br \/>\naire&nbsp;libre&nbsp;del&nbsp;cielo;<br \/>\nen&nbsp;tu&nbsp;cabeza&nbsp;llevas<br \/>\nal&nbsp;hijo&nbsp;feliz&nbsp;de&nbsp;las<br \/>\narmas&nbsp;y&nbsp;el&nbsp;fuego;<br \/>\nen&nbsp;tu&nbsp;vientre&nbsp;cargas<br \/>\nlas&nbsp;bombas&nbsp;come-hombres,<br \/>\nque&nbsp;dar\u00e1s&nbsp;a&nbsp;luz&nbsp;ma\u00f1ana<br \/>\nen&nbsp;medio&nbsp;del&nbsp;grito&nbsp;viril<br \/>\nque&nbsp;pide&nbsp;la&nbsp;guerra,&nbsp;la<br \/>\nfuria,&nbsp;la&nbsp;sangre&nbsp;a&nbsp;chorros,<br \/>\nel&nbsp;arranque,&nbsp;la&nbsp;emoci\u00f3n.<br \/>\nVas&nbsp;r\u00e1pido&nbsp;por&nbsp;los&nbsp;techos<br \/>\ndel&nbsp;mundo&nbsp;hundido&nbsp;en&nbsp;la&nbsp;guerra,<br \/>\narrastras&nbsp;contigo&nbsp;a&nbsp;todo&nbsp;enemigo,<br \/>\nsea&nbsp;hombre&nbsp;d\u00e9bil,&nbsp;ni\u00f1o&nbsp;inocente<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;o&nbsp;mujer&nbsp;abominable,&nbsp;odiosa.<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No&nbsp;temes&nbsp;las&nbsp;heridas&nbsp;de\u2026&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u2026las&nbsp;palomas,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;t\u00fa,&nbsp;buitre&nbsp;raudo,&nbsp;de&nbsp;pico&nbsp;explosivo,&nbsp;destructivo;<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;de&nbsp;sonrisa&nbsp;siniestra&nbsp;y&nbsp;gritos&nbsp;petrificantes,&nbsp;duros;<br \/>\nde&nbsp;plumas&nbsp;de&nbsp;plomo&nbsp;y&nbsp;garras&nbsp;de&nbsp;caucho,&nbsp;como&nbsp;el&nbsp;carro<br \/>\nde&nbsp;los&nbsp;mil&nbsp;kil\u00f3metros&nbsp;por&nbsp;hora,&nbsp;de&nbsp;la&nbsp;velocidad&nbsp;del&nbsp;trueno<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;estruendoso&nbsp;de&nbsp;la&nbsp;noche&nbsp;de&nbsp;tormenta,&nbsp;cuando&nbsp;el&nbsp;mar&nbsp;se&nbsp;pica<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;por&nbsp;los&nbsp;misiles&nbsp;submarinos&nbsp;que&nbsp;explotan&nbsp;contra&nbsp;los<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;buques&nbsp;enemigos,&nbsp;matando&nbsp;al&nbsp;instante&nbsp;a&nbsp;todos&nbsp;los<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hombres&nbsp;del&nbsp;pasado,&nbsp;las&nbsp;pestes&nbsp;pasadistas.<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No&nbsp;es&nbsp;la&nbsp;paz&nbsp;la&nbsp;salida&nbsp;del&nbsp;futuro,&nbsp;sino&nbsp;la&nbsp;lucha,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;la&nbsp;guerra&nbsp;eterna&nbsp;por&nbsp;la&nbsp;belleza\u2026&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u2026&nbsp;del&nbsp;motor.<br \/>\n\u00a1Que&nbsp;resuenen&nbsp;las&nbsp;balas&nbsp;del&nbsp;ardor<br \/>\ncomo&nbsp;resuena&nbsp;la&nbsp;voz&nbsp;de&nbsp;nuestro&nbsp;L\u00edder!<br \/>\n\u00a1Que&nbsp;vuelen&nbsp;r\u00e1pidas&nbsp;y&nbsp;recias<br \/>\ncomo&nbsp;los&nbsp;arpegios&nbsp;fren\u00e9ticos<br \/>\nde&nbsp;mi&nbsp;guitarra&nbsp;patri\u00f3tica!<br \/>\nEl&nbsp;v\u00e9rtigo&nbsp;de&nbsp;las&nbsp;alturas,<br \/>\ndesde&nbsp;donde&nbsp;leo&nbsp;el&nbsp;futuro,<br \/>\nalimenta&nbsp;la&nbsp;audacia,&nbsp;las<br \/>\nrebeliones&nbsp;y&nbsp;el&nbsp;coraje.<br \/>\nNo&nbsp;temo&nbsp;a&nbsp;la&nbsp;muerte&nbsp;justa,<br \/>\na&nbsp;morir&nbsp;sudando,&nbsp;sangrando,<br \/>\nsiempre&nbsp;que&nbsp;pueda&nbsp;alzarme<br \/>\nen&nbsp;lo&nbsp;alto&nbsp;de&nbsp;la&nbsp;tierra<br \/>\ny&nbsp;retar&nbsp;al&nbsp;mismo&nbsp;cielo<br \/>\nque&nbsp;dej\u00f3&nbsp;descender&nbsp;a&nbsp;las<br \/>\nmujeres,&nbsp;despreciables.<br \/>\nQue&nbsp;siempre&nbsp;triunfe<br \/>\nel&nbsp;hombre<br \/>\nque&nbsp;pronto<br \/>\nvendr\u00e1.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<em>Animus&nbsp;a&nbsp;Nemo,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>16&nbsp;de&nbsp;junio&nbsp;de&nbsp;2008<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A&nbsp;Xavier. &nbsp; \u00a1Ay, ca\u00edda del&nbsp;ave vertiginosa! \u00a1Ay,&nbsp;arranque&nbsp;bestial del&nbsp;aeroplano&nbsp;militar! En&nbsp;tus&nbsp;alas&nbsp;sientes&nbsp;el aire&nbsp;libre&nbsp;del&nbsp;cielo; en&nbsp;tu&nbsp;cabeza&nbsp;llevas al&nbsp;hijo&nbsp;feliz&nbsp;de&nbsp;las armas&nbsp;y&nbsp;el&nbsp;fuego; en&nbsp;tu&nbsp;vientre&nbsp;cargas las&nbsp;bombas&nbsp;come-hombres, que&nbsp;dar\u00e1s&nbsp;a&nbsp;luz&nbsp;ma\u00f1ana en&nbsp;medio&nbsp;del&nbsp;grito&nbsp;viril que&nbsp;pide&nbsp;la&nbsp;guerra,&nbsp;la furia,&nbsp;la&nbsp;sangre&nbsp;a&nbsp;chorros, el&nbsp;arranque,&nbsp;la&nbsp;emoci\u00f3n. Vas&nbsp;r\u00e1pido&nbsp;por&nbsp;los&nbsp;techos del&nbsp;mundo&nbsp;hundido&nbsp;en&nbsp;la&nbsp;guerra, arrastras&nbsp;contigo&nbsp;a&nbsp;todo&nbsp;enemigo, sea&nbsp;hombre&nbsp;d\u00e9bil,&nbsp;ni\u00f1o&nbsp;inocente &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;o&nbsp;mujer&nbsp;abominable,&nbsp;odiosa. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No&nbsp;temes&nbsp;las&nbsp;heridas&nbsp;de\u2026&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u2026las&nbsp;palomas, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;t\u00fa,&nbsp;buitre&nbsp;raudo,&nbsp;de&nbsp;pico&nbsp;explosivo,&nbsp;destructivo; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;de&nbsp;sonrisa&nbsp;siniestra&nbsp;y&nbsp;gritos&nbsp;petrificantes,&nbsp;duros; de&nbsp;plumas&nbsp;de&nbsp;plomo&nbsp;y&nbsp;garras&nbsp;de&nbsp;caucho,&nbsp;como&nbsp;el&nbsp;carro de&nbsp;los&nbsp;mil&nbsp;kil\u00f3metros&nbsp;por&nbsp;hora,&nbsp;de&nbsp;la&nbsp;velocidad&nbsp;del&nbsp;trueno &nbsp;&nbsp;estruendoso&nbsp;de&nbsp;la&nbsp;noche&nbsp;de&nbsp;tormenta,&nbsp;cuando&nbsp;el&nbsp;mar&nbsp;se&nbsp;pica &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;por&nbsp;los&nbsp;misiles&nbsp;submarinos&nbsp;que&nbsp;explotan&nbsp;contra&nbsp;los &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;buques&nbsp;enemigos,&nbsp;matando&nbsp;al&nbsp;instante&nbsp;a&nbsp;todos&nbsp;los &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hombres&nbsp;del&nbsp;pasado,&nbsp;las&nbsp;pestes&nbsp;pasadistas. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No&nbsp;es&nbsp;la&nbsp;paz&nbsp;la&nbsp;salida&nbsp;del&nbsp;futuro,&nbsp;sino&nbsp;la&nbsp;lucha, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;la&nbsp;guerra&nbsp;eterna&nbsp;por&nbsp;la&nbsp;belleza\u2026&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u2026&nbsp;del&nbsp;motor. \u00a1Que&nbsp;resuenen&nbsp;las&nbsp;balas&nbsp;del&nbsp;ardor como&nbsp;resuena&nbsp;la&nbsp;voz&nbsp;de&nbsp;nuestro&nbsp;L\u00edder! \u00a1Que&nbsp;vuelen&nbsp;r\u00e1pidas&nbsp;y&nbsp;recias como&nbsp;los&nbsp;arpegios&nbsp;fren\u00e9ticos de&nbsp;mi&nbsp;guitarra&nbsp;patri\u00f3tica! El&nbsp;v\u00e9rtigo&nbsp;de&nbsp;las&nbsp;alturas, desde&nbsp;donde&nbsp;leo&nbsp;el&nbsp;futuro, alimenta&nbsp;la&nbsp;audacia,&nbsp;las rebeliones&nbsp;y&nbsp;el&nbsp;coraje. No&nbsp;temo&nbsp;a&nbsp;la&nbsp;muerte&nbsp;justa, a&nbsp;morir&nbsp;sudando,&nbsp;sangrando, siempre&nbsp;que&nbsp;pueda&nbsp;alzarme en&nbsp;lo&nbsp;alto&nbsp;de&nbsp;la&nbsp;tierra y&nbsp;retar&nbsp;al&nbsp;mismo&nbsp;cielo que&nbsp;dej\u00f3&nbsp;descender&nbsp;a&nbsp;las mujeres,&nbsp;despreciables. Que&nbsp;siempre&nbsp;triunfe el&nbsp;hombre que&nbsp;pronto [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-1245","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-poesia"},"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pfpCD-k5","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.panfletonegro.com\/v\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1245","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.panfletonegro.com\/v\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.panfletonegro.com\/v\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.panfletonegro.com\/v\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/308"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.panfletonegro.com\/v\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1245"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.panfletonegro.com\/v\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1245\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.panfletonegro.com\/v\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.panfletonegro.com\/v\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.panfletonegro.com\/v\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}