{"id":4336,"date":"2016-03-21T20:15:53","date_gmt":"2016-03-21T18:15:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=4336"},"modified":"2026-03-11T19:36:36","modified_gmt":"2026-03-11T17:36:36","slug":"ana-merino","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=4336","title":{"rendered":"Ana Merino"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-6252\" src=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/merino.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"651\" height=\"207\" srcset=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/merino.jpg 651w, https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/merino-300x95.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 651px) 100vw, 651px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>En la poes\u00eda de Ana Merino (Madrid, 1971) se funde la memoria y la imaginaci\u00f3n, la cotidianidad y el misterio, lo real y lo on\u00edrico. La perplejidad ante la vida y el paso del tiempo, las mudanzas de la identidad, la vulnerabilidad del ser humano\u2026 son temas nucleares en su poes\u00eda.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>EL INVENTOR DE LAS MET\u00c1FORAS\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>El inventor de las met\u00e1foras<br \/>\nse parece al duende de los gatos<br \/>\nmeti\u00e9ndose a media noche<br \/>\npor la boca abierta de los ni\u00f1os<br \/>\npara fabricar sus sue\u00f1os con pesadillas.<\/p>\n<p>El inventor de las met\u00e1foras<br \/>\nsaborea con su lengua pegajosa<br \/>\ncada llanto infantil<br \/>\nara\u00f1ando las s\u00e1banas.<br \/>\nY los ni\u00f1os sudorosos<br \/>\nse abrazan a la almohada<br \/>\ne intentan descifrar<br \/>\nla forma de su angustia.<\/p>\n<p>El inventor de las met\u00e1foras<br \/>\nsiembra una semilla venenosa<br \/>\nque germina en poema<br \/>\no agoniza en locura despu\u00e9s de muchos a\u00f1os.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>La voz de los relojes<\/em>, 2000.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><strong>PEQUE\u00d1A CICATRIZ<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Escribo porque tengo<br \/>\nla cicatriz de los sue\u00f1os<br \/>\ndentro de mi cabeza.<\/p>\n<p>Un golpe seco<br \/>\nde palabras,<br \/>\nunas gotas de ideas dispersas<br \/>\ny el olvido vestido<br \/>\nde ni\u00f1a son\u00e1mbula<br \/>\nque tropieza con el futuro<br \/>\ny cae sobre un presente h\u00famedo<br \/>\nde pis y sudor viejo.<\/p>\n<p>Escribo porque a veces<br \/>\nmi cicatriz no sue\u00f1a,<br \/>\ny su insomnio<br \/>\nme asusta.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Compa\u00f1era de celda<\/em>, 2006.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>En la poes\u00eda de Ana Merino (Madrid, 1971) se funde la memoria y la imaginaci\u00f3n, la cotidianidad y el misterio, lo real y lo on\u00edrico. La perplejidad ante la vida y el paso del tiempo, las mudanzas de la identidad, la vulnerabilidad del ser humano\u2026 son temas nucleares en su poes\u00eda. EL INVENTOR DE LAS&#8230; <\/p>\n<div class=\"read-more navbutton\"><a href=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=4336\">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":[1,13],"tags":[62,15,36],"class_list":["post-4336","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-contemporaneos","tag-escritoras","tag-xx","tag-xxi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4336","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=4336"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4336\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6253,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4336\/revisions\/6253"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4336"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4336"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}