{"id":6653,"date":"2014-11-11T08:31:51","date_gmt":"2014-11-11T11:31:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/marceloscalona.com.ar\/?p=6653"},"modified":"2014-11-11T08:31:51","modified_gmt":"2014-11-11T11:31:51","slug":"olmo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/marceloscalona.com.ar\/?p=6653","title":{"rendered":"Olmo"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"foto<\/a><\/h3>\n

.<\/h3>\n

OLMO <\/span>
\n.<\/span>
\n\u201c\u2026 las balas y el susto para los otros. <\/span>
\nMe caigo al r\u00edo sin temor. <\/span>
\nSe me escapa el muelle<\/span>
\nme busca el remanso<\/span>
\nel remolino quiere mis ojos glaucos<\/span>
\nla visi\u00f3n del ahogado quiere<\/span>
\npero yo soy mi pastor\u2026<\/span>
\n\u00bfqu\u00e9 me puede faltar?<\/span>
\n.<\/span>
\nSi me corto la rodilla, Olmo<\/span>
\napenas sangro, <\/span>
\nme paso la lengua y es dulce <\/span>
\nel bermell\u00f3n <\/span>
\nvinagre del Paran\u00e1 de las islas.<\/span>
\nY aunque el barco se d\u00e9 campanazos, <\/span>
\nse ponga de cabeza <\/span>
\no pierda su patente de corso,<\/span>
\nOlmo naufragar\u00e1 en el vientre de mam\u00e1<\/span>
\ncomo Jon\u00e1s<\/span>
\ny yo estar\u00e9 como Ahab <\/span>
\nfrente a Moby Dick. <\/span>
\nY sonreir\u00e9 como Panegyotis, <\/span>
\ncomo si hubiera un paso m\u00e1s all\u00e1.<\/span>
\n.<\/span>
\nY s\u00ed\u2026 s\u00ed que hay, Olmo,<\/span>
\nun paso (s\u00ed) m\u00e1s all\u00e1. <\/span>
\nUn paso feliz<\/span>
\notra cosa oculta dicha <\/span>
\nen la fronda,<\/span>
\naunque sean dos pastillas violetas<\/span>
\nel cianuro<\/span>
\nno hacerse torturar al pedo.<\/span>
\n.<\/span>
\nUn sol en la lluvia, hijo<\/span>
\nilusi\u00f3n eterna en las hojas de hierba,<\/span>
\nlas hojas de Whitman. <\/span>
\nLas balas y el susto<\/span>
\nson para los otros,<\/span>
\nOlmo, vos sos mi pastor<\/span>
\n\u00bfqu\u00e9 me puede faltar?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span>
\n———— Marce
\n.
\nNOTA: es un poema que est\u00e1 dentro de la novela en curso, NO SABIENDO PARA QU\u00c9; un poema que Andrea Lou le escribe a su hijo, Olmo Pereda.<\/span><\/h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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