{"id":4556,"date":"2026-10-20T18:13:55","date_gmt":"2026-10-20T22:13:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/canasanta.ca\/?p=4556"},"modified":"2026-10-27T19:34:26","modified_gmt":"2026-10-27T23:34:26","slug":"omar-alberto-santos-poesia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/canasanta.ca\/en\/cultura\/poesia\/omar-alberto-santos-poesia\/","title":{"rendered":"Omar Alberto Santos :: Poes\u00eda"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Contra todos los pron\u00f3sticos<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Contra todos los pron\u00f3sticos\r\ny considerando la piedad que te regal\u00f3\r\nla mano de la vida,\r\nsin duda, t\u00fa andar\u00e1s recogiendo las milagrosas semillas\r\ndel poniente. Avanzar\u00e1s con una filosof\u00eda de Giganta\r\nincomparable. Tender\u00e1s tu cuerpo sobre el c\u00e9sped\r\nde los ardientes y te buscar\u00e1n y te desear\u00e1n.\r\nSin duda, avanzar\u00e1s como un lago sobrenatural lavando\r\nla nostalgia y las heridas de otros. Muy cierto: ser\u00e1s el p\u00e1jaro\r\nque la ni\u00f1a so\u00f1\u00f3, empe\u00f1o que salva de las cloacas. Vencer\u00e1s,\r\nlavar\u00e1s el lugar del unicornio, apilar\u00e1s bastantes cartas,\r\nqu\u00e9 luz qu\u00e9 prosperidad acumular\u00e1s, ah, y aparte ser\u00e1s la\r\nalmohada de Dios. Sin embargo, no ver\u00e1s mi ropa junto\r\na tu ropa, mis ojos donde ve\u00edas la escapatoria, la casa\r\ncompleta, el poema. Contra todos los pron\u00f3sticos y\r\nconsiderando las contradicciones perfectas, te doler\u00e1\r\nel silencio y la biblioteca del mago,\r\ndesear\u00e1s mi verso, mi piel, vac\u00eda, en tu almohada dibujar\u00e1s mis brazos\u2026<\/pre>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-spacer\" style=\"height: 36px;\" aria-hidden=\"true\">\u00a0<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Semejante condici\u00f3n<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">T\u00fa est\u00e1s en la noche de otra ci\u00e9naga,\r\nno dejas al enemigo, ni celebras,\r\nni alzas bajo la penumbra\r\nlas ganas de tu pandero. T\u00fa, la innecesaria,\r\nbestia de los pozos, sollozando sobre tus trampas.\r\nTu ira no permite horizontes e incre\u00edbles\r\nhor\u00f3scopos, est\u00e1s, que siempre rumiando\r\ntus contradicciones, tu lengua que viene del barro,\r\nlarva astuta que te llega el desenlace\u2026\r\nT\u00fa est\u00e1s en la noche  de otra ci\u00e9naga,\r\nt\u00fa, irrescatable, la flecha del cansancio, due\u00f1a\r\nde las trampas, acab\u00e1ndote, huyendo de la flor\r\ny del v\u00e9rtigo. T\u00fa la que dio sus venas para\r\nla sucesi\u00f3n de este caos, te agazapas,\r\namenazas con el espejo, y no escuchas\r\nel deletreo de esta franqueza,\r\ny no escuchas que yo tampoco tengo\r\niglesia, luna y pandero.<\/pre>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-spacer\" style=\"height: 36px;\" aria-hidden=\"true\">\u00a0<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Los hombrecillos de la madrugada<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Los hombrecillos\r\nde la madrugada,\r\nobservan\r\nla nube de la civilizaci\u00f3n.\r\nAt\u00f3nitos,\r\natados a un presentimiento,\r\nsentados sobre el escombro\r\nde sus preocupaciones,\r\nlos hombrecillos perciben\r\nel grito y la cat\u00e1strofe.\r\nrecuerdan del d\u00eda\r\nel ruego y las enfermedades,\r\npero no elevan\r\notro canto,\r\nno se encuentran, no deciden,\r\ndesde hace cien a\u00f1os\r\nhacen lo mismo,\r\nat\u00f3nitos,\r\nsin dignidad sin canto,\r\nlos hombrecillos\r\nde la madrugada,\r\nsollozan\r\nfrente a la nube de la civilizaci\u00f3n.<\/pre>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-spacer\" style=\"height: 36px;\" aria-hidden=\"true\">\u00a0<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Meditaci\u00f3n del esbirro<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Me emocionan los \u00e1rboles de la muchacha,\r\nel globo alegre que cruza los azules,\r\nel grito y el baile que despierta a los puertos\r\ncon ni\u00f1os. Me gustan los ancianos\r\nque corrigen sus poemas.\r\nMe gusta el olor de la tabernas\r\ny el pandero de las zorras.\r\nPero me dieron \u00f3rdenes,\r\nes f\u00e1cil el objetivo, es preciso,\r\ntirar\u00e9 mi piedad, y tendr\u00e9 que arrasar pronto,\r\nahora no tengo ni Dios ni moral,\r\ny tendr\u00e9 que detonar,\r\nes terrible y absurdo,\r\npero me dieron \u00f3rdenes,\r\nah\u00ed est\u00e1 el blanco,\r\ns\u00f3lo apuntar\u2026<\/pre>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-spacer\" style=\"height: 36px;\" aria-hidden=\"true\">\u00a0<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Frente a tus ojos<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Frente a tus ojos,\r\ny juntos arrugar\r\nel barro,\r\ny acariciar\r\ncon lascivia,\r\ncon desmedido placer,\r\nlos dedos hermosos,\r\nlos delicados tobillos de Dios.\r\nFrente a tus ojos,\r\ny no saber de latigazos\r\no dolorosos espectros;\r\nno pensar en las cloacas\r\ny los ganchos.\r\nPor un instante,\r\nborrarme,\r\nolvidar el saqueo\r\ny las guerras.\r\nSolamente frente a tus ojos,\r\nhermos\u00edsimos ojos,\r\ndesaparecerme en ellos,\r\ninofensivo, ovillado;\r\nno pensar en la violencia,\r\nni en el enemigo,\r\nfrente a tus ojos,\r\nofrecerte mi l\u00e1grima,\r\ndej\u00e1ndote mi resignaci\u00f3n.<\/pre>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-spacer\" style=\"height: 36px;\" aria-hidden=\"true\">\u00a0<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Comparto contigo<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Comparto contigo\r\nel c\u00e1ntaro\r\nde los ni\u00f1os,\r\nla lluvia del jueves,\r\nel sue\u00f1o donde\r\nbaj\u00e1bamos\r\ndel manzano,\r\nllenos de benevolencia\r\ny altas canciones.\r\nComparto contigo\r\nla beatitud y la congoja,\r\ntambi\u00e9n la mesa\r\ndonde crec\u00edan tus palabras\r\ne iniciaba el bosque\r\nde los grandes\r\nproyectos.\r\nComparto contigo\r\nla charca del viudo,\r\nel jard\u00edn de los locos,\r\ny el gato de la bruja\r\nque vigila d\u00eda y noche\r\nla belleza de tu retrato.\r\nY has de entender que si soy\r\npac\u00edfico y lleno de respeto,\r\ncuando te atrevas,\r\ncuando reconozcas el sic\u00f3moro\r\ny el piano de la vecina,\r\natraviesa la barda,\r\ntambi\u00e9n te saludo,\r\nque comparto contigo\r\nla soledad de mi mano,\r\nel pan duro\r\ny el perd\u00f3n.<\/pre>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-spacer\" style=\"height: 36px;\" aria-hidden=\"true\">\u00a0<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Yo le apagu\u00e9 sus fogatas a la Bestia<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Yo era. Sab\u00eda del ritual,\r\nsab\u00eda del escapulario del \u00e1ngel.\r\nEra en los prodigios de la sangre.\r\nEn mi alcoba la vida era\r\nun testigo de las estaciones,\r\nuna muchacha caliente y leal.\r\nYo le apagu\u00e9 sus fogatas a la Bestia,\r\nencerr\u00e9 a las palomas del or\u00e1culo,\r\nun n\u00famero de victorias eran mis caminos,\r\nuna oraci\u00f3n y una vestidura ante\r\nlos escorpiones.\r\nLlevaba m\u00e1s que hoguera y orgullo ante\r\nel espectro. Llevaba\r\nel fragor, el vocablo de la fiesta,\r\nla nostalgia del \u201cCantar de los Cantares\u201d.\r\nLlevaba. Algo llevaba.\r\nLa vida no era nunca como dice el mago,\r\nni como debe ser la casa de los verdugos.\r\nEl ser eran los d\u00edas en la confusi\u00f3n\r\nde la Tribu. El mazo de un Dios\r\npavoroso, alucinante.\r\nPorque la dicha no es el caballito\r\nde mar atravesado por una aguja.\r\nEs acaso la mirada obligada hacia los s\u00f3tanos.\r\nUna bit\u00e1cora  inacabada por los oscuros.\r\nUn gato apaleado por los fantasmas.<\/pre>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-spacer\" style=\"height: 36px;\" aria-hidden=\"true\">\u00a0<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Territorios del beso<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Cuando te beso\r\nes como si nos\r\nrecost\u00e1ramos\r\nsobre el trigo,\r\ncomo si arrebatara\r\ntus deseos, tus alas,\r\ny las pusiera junto\r\na mi carne.\r\nCuando te beso\r\nsucede que te quito\r\nerrores y urgencias,\r\ncomo si a lo lejos,\r\nhacia donde el idioma\r\nse hace fruto o claridad,\r\nse vieran ansiosas,\r\ndanzantes, nuestras\r\nalmas en la colina.<\/pre>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-spacer\" style=\"height: 36px;\" aria-hidden=\"true\">\u00a0<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Palabras<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Hay palabras\r\nque vienen de la cat\u00e1strofe,\r\nde un canto de los enfermos,\r\no de la muchacha que lleg\u00f3 a la esquina\r\ny rompi\u00f3 con rencor, todos los c\u00e1ntaros.\r\nSin duda,\r\nhay palabras que son muros,\r\ngancho o m\u00e9todo de la Bestia.\r\nPalabras amables como el bosque,\r\nbellas como la ausente que gime el \u201cCantar\r\nde los Cantares\u201d.\r\nPalabras que lavan como la lluvia,\r\nque alumbran los recovecos del coraz\u00f3n.\r\nHay palabras que vienen del origen\r\no del mago que espera el temporal.\r\nPalabras que vencen,\r\npalabras que acercan,\r\npalabras de duelo,\r\npalabras de rapto.\r\nPero tengo que ser franco,\r\ns\u00f3lo hay una que me puebla,\r\ns\u00f3lo una que me compromete,\r\ny es aquella que nace  de tu cuerpo,\r\nla que nace de tu boca,\r\ndel inacabable pa\u00eds de tu voluntad.<\/pre>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div class=\"wp-block-spacer\" style=\"height: 36px;\" aria-hidden=\"true\">\u00a0<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Esta p\u00e1gina del silencio<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">La suave criatura del trigo,\r\naparec\u00eda, ense\u00f1aba\r\nsu vocablo,\r\nse desplazaba,\r\nse hund\u00eda en cada esquina\r\ncon la bondad y el bello sortilegio.\r\nLa criatura del rayo,\r\ncomo de oraci\u00f3n y piedad,\r\ncomo de gratitud y prohibici\u00f3n.\r\nSu pa\u00eds era el misterio,\r\nsu vuelo me levantaba\r\ndel recoveco, del grave error.\r\nEra de prodigio y de mujer,\r\ncuraba con la sangre\r\ny el deseo.\r\nIba de suceso en suceso,\r\nde paloma en paloma,\r\nme absorb\u00eda,\r\nme llamaba desde el fondo,\r\nme alimentaba de ese azul\r\nde la excepci\u00f3n.\r\nLa suave muchacha del trigo\r\ncomo de  interrogaci\u00f3n larga,\r\ncomo de escape en el  relato,\r\niba y desaparec\u00eda,\r\nard\u00eda y ense\u00f1aba,\r\ncomo hecha de salmo y polvo,\r\ncomo de l\u00e1grima y olvido.\r\nPero un d\u00eda sus \u00faltimas palabras\r\nen nuestro escondite,\r\npero ahora este lugar de la asfixia,\r\nesta p\u00e1gina  del silencio.<\/pre>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<div style=\"height:36px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>Leyenda de los rencorosos<\/strong><\/h2>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Donde resbala el cr\u00e1neo del arc\u00e1ngel. All\u00e1 donde\nel aguacero despedaza los versos de la criatura.\nFrente al centinela que se burla por los restos\ndel cordero. Cerca de la brasa de los confinados.\nEn aquella fogata donde se discuten las retiradas\ny los tropiezos del ser. F\u00edjate bien. Const\u00e1talo,\nhembra oscura, llega a tu fondo, ama tu piedra. F\u00edjate\nen el lugar, observa las fracturas, ama estos\nresultados, donde el enga\u00f1o impuso su ley,\ndonde la pareja qued\u00f3 sin piedad, y todo aquello\ncon filosof\u00eda tirana arrebato el pedestal.\nF\u00edjate amor, all\u00e1 donde crecieron las promesas,\ndonde el \u201cCantar de los Cantares\u201d, donde\nlos libros se deshojan y la niebla gana\nsus puentes, s\u00f3lo leyenda de rencorosos\ns\u00f3lo una enorme piedra que resbala\nhacia el olvido.<\/pre>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Contra todos los pron\u00f3sticos Contra todos los pron\u00f3sticos y considerando la piedad que te regal\u00f3 la mano de la vida, sin duda, t\u00fa andar\u00e1s recogiendo las milagrosas semillas del poniente. Avanzar\u00e1s con una filosof\u00eda de Giganta incomparable. Tender\u00e1s tu cuerpo sobre el c\u00e9sped de los ardientes y te buscar\u00e1n y te desear\u00e1n. Sin duda, avanzar\u00e1s [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":284226809,"featured_media":4028,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_wpcom_ai_launchpad_first_post":false,"_jetpack_hide_featured_image":false,"_jetpack_featured_image_duplicate_dismissed":0,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[33205619],"tags":[33206632,33205620],"class_list":["post-4556","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poesia","tag-literatura","tag-poesia"],"acf":{"introduccion":"","fuentes_y_referencias":"Omar Alberto Santos, \u00abSemejante condici\u00f3n\u00bb, poema de la selecci\u00f3n \u00abTextos in\u00e9ditos\u00bb, publicada por CA\u00d1ASANTA el 7 de junio de 2010. Reedici\u00f3n del archivo hist\u00f3rico: se recupera completo este poema independiente y se conservan sus versos; los otros textos de la selecci\u00f3n se gestionan por separado.\r\n\r\n<a href=\"https:\/\/web.archive.org\/web\/20111113040257\/http:\/\/www.canasanta.com\/poesi-a\/omar-alberto-santos-poesia-000001.html\">P\u00e1gina original conservada por Internet Archive, captura del 13 de noviembre de 2011<\/a>.","autor":[4008]},"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO Premium plugin v28.1 (Yoast SEO v28.8) - https:\/\/yoast.com\/product\/yoast-seo-premium-wordpress\/ -->\n<title>Omar Alberto Santos :: Poes\u00eda - Ca\u00f1asanta<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/canasanta.ca\/en\/culture\/poetry-2\/omar-alberto-santos-poesia\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Omar Alberto Santos :: Poes\u00eda\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Contra todos los pron\u00f3sticos Contra todos los pron\u00f3sticos y considerando la piedad que te regal\u00f3 la mano de la vida, sin duda, t\u00fa andar\u00e1s recogiendo las milagrosas semillas del poniente. 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