{"id":2882,"date":"2009-06-01T07:00:58","date_gmt":"2009-06-01T07:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=2882"},"modified":"2017-09-06T15:43:51","modified_gmt":"2017-09-06T13:43:51","slug":"antonio-pereira","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=2882","title":{"rendered":"Antonio Pereira"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-2883\" title=\"Bodeg\u00f3n con trapos y frutas, de Carlos Nadal\" src=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/antoniopereira.jpg\" alt=\"Bodeg\u00f3n con trapos y frutas, de Carlos Nadal\" width=\"283\" height=\"403\" srcset=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/antoniopereira.jpg 314w, https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/antoniopereira-210x300.jpg 210w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 283px) 100vw, 283px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>Aunque es m\u00e1s conocido por sus relatos, el escritor leon\u00e9s Antonio Pereira (1924-2009) tambi\u00e9n cultiv\u00f3 la poes\u00eda. Form\u00f3 parte del grupo de poetas que desde la revista <\/em>Espada\u00f1a <em>introdujeron las preocupaciones existenciales y sociales en la l\u00edrica espa\u00f1ola de la posguerra.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>SOLO LA VOZ<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Si tuviera una guitarra,<br \/>\nsiempre callada estar\u00eda.<br \/>\nMe basta con las palabras.<br \/>\nLa m\u00fasica va escondida.<\/p>\n<p>Digo amor, y suena el mar<br \/>\nhaci\u00e9ndome compa\u00f1\u00eda.<br \/>\nDios grito, y no es una cuerda,<br \/>\nes mi coraz\u00f3n que vibra.<\/p>\n<p>Canciones sin m\u00e1s ni m\u00e1s<br \/>\nque escribo, nunca m\u00e1s vivas.<br \/>\nSi tuviera una guitarra,<br \/>\npara qu\u00e9 me servir\u00eda.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Situaciones de<\/em> <em>\u00e1nimo<\/em>,\u00a0en <em>Contar y seguir<\/em>, 1962-1972.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><strong>PO\u00c9TICA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Ahora s\u00e9 que es un crimen de lesa poes\u00eda<br \/>\nexprimirle a la almendra del verbo su licor<br \/>\ny entregarlo a los indiferentes.<br \/>\nOh, t\u00fa, poeta pr\u00f3digo,<br \/>\nmalgastador de lo que s\u00f3lo es tuyo<br \/>\ndurante un breve relajo de los dioses.<br \/>\nRet\u00e9n el aire en el pulm\u00f3n florido<br \/>\nhasta la hora en que tu canto sea<br \/>\ndisculpado por la necesidad,<br \/>\nno vayas a jurar el verso en vano.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Una tarde a las ocho<\/em>, 1995.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Aunque es m\u00e1s conocido por sus relatos, el escritor leon\u00e9s Antonio Pereira (1924-2009) tambi\u00e9n cultiv\u00f3 la poes\u00eda. Form\u00f3 parte del grupo de poetas que desde la revista Espada\u00f1a introdujeron las preocupaciones existenciales y sociales en la l\u00edrica espa\u00f1ola de la posguerra. SOLO LA VOZ Si tuviera una guitarra, siempre callada estar\u00eda. Me basta con las&#8230; <\/p>\n<div class=\"read-more navbutton\"><a href=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=2882\">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":[1,28],"tags":[137,15],"class_list":["post-2882","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-posguerra","tag-grupo-espadana","tag-xx"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2882","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=2882"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2882\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4606,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2882\/revisions\/4606"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2882"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2882"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2882"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}