{"id":2307,"date":"2009-04-08T14:55:11","date_gmt":"2009-04-08T14:55:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=2307"},"modified":"2017-09-06T15:44:20","modified_gmt":"2017-09-06T13:44:20","slug":"mario-quintana","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=2307","title":{"rendered":"Mario Quintana"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"MsoList\" style=\"text-indent: 0cm; text-align: justify;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-2308\" title=\"Ni\u00f1a triste y enferma, de Jos\u00e9 Pancetti\" src=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/marioquintana.jpg\" alt=\"Ni\u00f1a triste y enferma, de Jos\u00e9 Pancetti\" width=\"280\" height=\"360\" srcset=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/marioquintana.jpg 280w, https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/marioquintana-233x300.jpg 233w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 280px) 100vw, 280px\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoList\" style=\"text-indent: 0cm; text-align: justify;\"><em>La poes\u00eda del brasile\u00f1o Mario Quintana (1906-1994) es poes\u00eda sencilla, profunda, certera, del sentido com\u00fan y de la expresi\u00f3n clara. Acerca del car\u00e1cter autobiogr\u00e1fico de su poes\u00eda, asegur\u00f3 \u201cnunca escrib\u00ed una coma que no fuese una confesi\u00f3n\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoList\" style=\"margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;\"><strong>EL POEMA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoList\" style=\"text-indent: 0cm;\">Un poema como un sorbo de agua bebido a oscuras.<br \/>\nComo un pobre animal palpitando herido.<br \/>\nComo una peque\u00f1ita moneda de plata perdida para siempre en el bosque<br \/>\n<span style=\"padding-left: 400px;\">[nocturno.<\/span><br \/>\nTriste.<br \/>\nSolitario.<br \/>\n\u00danico.<br \/>\nHerido de mortal belleza.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoList\" style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>El aprendiz de brujo<\/em>, 1950.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoList\" style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><strong>O POEMA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoList\" style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Um poema como um gole d\u2019\u00e1gua bebido no escuro.<br \/>\nComo um pobre animal palpitando ferido.<br \/>\nComo pequenina moeda de prata perdida para sempre na floresta<br \/>\n<span style=\"padding-left: 370px;\">[noturna.<\/span><br \/>\nTriste.<br \/>\nSolit\u00e1rio.<br \/>\n\u00danico.<br \/>\nFerido de mortal beleza.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoList\" style=\"padding-left: 60px;\"><em>O aprendiz de feiticeiro<\/em>, 1950.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La poes\u00eda del brasile\u00f1o Mario Quintana (1906-1994) es poes\u00eda sencilla, profunda, certera, del sentido com\u00fan y de la expresi\u00f3n clara. Acerca del car\u00e1cter autobiogr\u00e1fico de su poes\u00eda, asegur\u00f3 \u201cnunca escrib\u00ed una coma que no fuese una confesi\u00f3n\u201d. EL POEMA Un poema como un sorbo de agua bebido a oscuras. Como un pobre animal palpitando herido&#8230;. <\/p>\n<div class=\"read-more navbutton\"><a href=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=2307\">Leer m\u00e1s<i class=\"fa fa-angle-double-right\"><\/i><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,87],"tags":[15],"class_list":["post-2307","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-literatura-portuguesa","tag-xx"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2307","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2307"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2307\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5083,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2307\/revisions\/5083"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2307"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2307"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2307"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}