{"id":2688,"date":"2009-04-11T14:59:27","date_gmt":"2009-04-11T14:59:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=2688"},"modified":"2017-09-06T15:43:53","modified_gmt":"2017-09-06T13:43:53","slug":"hugo-lindo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=2688","title":{"rendered":"Hugo Lindo"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-2689\" title=\"Reflejo, de No\u00e9 Canjura\" src=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/hugolindo.jpg\" alt=\"Reflejo, de No\u00e9 Canjura\" width=\"280\" height=\"343\" srcset=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/hugolindo.jpg 280w, https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/hugolindo-244x300.jpg 244w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 280px) 100vw, 280px\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>Para Hugo Lindo (El Salvador, 1917-1985), la poes\u00eda es una forma de conocimiento; de ah\u00ed, su atracci\u00f3n por las sutilezas emocionales y los meandros del pensamiento, que permiten esclarecer lo que hay m\u00e1s all\u00e1.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><strong>DE LA POES\u00cdA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">I<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">Bien: es lo que dec\u00edamos ahora.<br \/>\nEncenderse de l\u00e1mparas sin motivo aparente.<br \/>\nAlzar copas maduras<br \/>\ny beber los colores de la nieve<br \/>\ncomo quien bebe alas de paloma<br \/>\no brinda con ang\u00e9licas especies.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">II<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">Claro: lo que dec\u00edamos ahora.<br \/>\n\u00bfPara qu\u00e9 detener en las palabras<br \/>\nlo que se va por ellas, y revierte<br \/>\nen el propio minuto del encanto<br \/>\na su silencio tenue?<br \/>\n\u00bfPara qu\u00e9 definir lo que pudiera<br \/>\nrelatarse jerogl\u00edficamente?<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">III<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">Exactamente: de eso habl\u00e1bamos.<br \/>\nDe no decir el nombre de las cosas<br \/>\nni aquella calidad de las aprieta,<br \/>\nsino s\u00f3lo su sombra,<br \/>\nmejor dicho, el milagro<br \/>\nsonoro de su aroma.<br \/>\nDejar que las palabras<br \/>\npor s\u00ed solas,<br \/>\ntomen hacia el prodigio<br \/>\nla ruta a\u00e9rea de las hojas.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Sinfon\u00eda del l\u00edmite<\/em>, 1953.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Para Hugo Lindo (El Salvador, 1917-1985), la poes\u00eda es una forma de conocimiento; de ah\u00ed, su atracci\u00f3n por las sutilezas emocionales y los meandros del pensamiento, que permiten esclarecer lo que hay m\u00e1s all\u00e1. DE LA POES\u00cdA I Bien: es lo que dec\u00edamos ahora. Encenderse de l\u00e1mparas sin motivo aparente. Alzar copas maduras y beber&#8230; <\/p>\n<div class=\"read-more navbutton\"><a href=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=2688\">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":[1,75],"tags":[15],"class_list":["post-2688","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-literatura-salvadorena","tag-xx"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2688","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=2688"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2688\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5036,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2688\/revisions\/5036"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2688"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2688"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2688"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}