{"id":119,"date":"2025-10-12T11:28:59","date_gmt":"2025-10-12T09:28:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nuestrosescritores.com\/antonioberlanga\/?page_id=119"},"modified":"2025-10-12T16:21:46","modified_gmt":"2025-10-12T14:21:46","slug":"poesias","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/nuestrosescritores.com\/antonioberlanga\/poesias\/","title":{"rendered":"POES\u00cdAS"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wpb-content-wrapper\">[vc_row full_width=&#8221;stretch_row_content_no_spaces&#8221;][vc_column extend=&#8221;false&#8221;]<div class='gambit_parallax_row' data-bg-align='' data-direction='fixed' data-opacity='100' data-velocity='-0.3' data-mobile-enabled='' data-bg-height='1024' data-bg-width='576' data-bg-image='https:\/\/nuestrosescritores.com\/antonioberlanga\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/216\/2025\/10\/seedream-image-5.webp' data-bg-repeat='false' data-id='' style='display: none'><\/div><div class=\"gambit_fullheight_row\" data-content-location=\"center\" style=\"display: none\"><\/div>[\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1760278855965{padding: 10% !important;}&#8221;][vc_column extend=&#8221;false&#8221;][vc_column_text css=&#8221;&#8221;]<a name=\"_Toc208747796\"><\/a><strong>APRESAMIENTO DE SANTIAGO MONTOYA REYES<br \/>\nEN LA BAH\u00cdA DE M\u00c1LAGA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>&nbsp;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&nbsp;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Santiago Montoya Reyes,<\/p>\n<p>gitano de pura saga,<\/p>\n<p>sale con la red de mimbre<\/p>\n<p>a por los peces del alba.<\/p>\n<p>Viene, que viene gallardo,<\/p>\n<p>sombra de luna y de fragua,<\/p>\n<p>sus negros tirabuzones<\/p>\n<p>le ondean sobre la cara.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Soplan los vientos titanes<\/p>\n<p>que azuza la mar salada,<\/p>\n<p>y cuando llega a la orilla<\/p>\n<p>las olas se desbaratan.<\/p>\n<p>Acuden pronto los peces<\/p>\n<p>dorados como la palma,<\/p>\n<p>con finas cabezas de oro<\/p>\n<p>y las aletas de plata.<\/p>\n<p>Santiago Montoya Reyes,<\/p>\n<p>gitano de pura saga,<\/p>\n<p>cuando giman los laureles<\/p>\n<p>te lleva preso la guardia.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>El d\u00eda se va marchando<\/p>\n<p>con tonos de calabaza,<\/p>\n<p>y deja un rastro vac\u00edo<\/p>\n<p>que mueve el viento en la rama.<\/p>\n<p>Santiago Montoya Reyes,<\/p>\n<p>gitano de pura saga,<\/p>\n<p>roto cristal los compases,<\/p>\n<p>lleva amargor en su estampa.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Santiago Montoya Reyes,<\/p>\n<p>digno de sien coronada,<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfde qu\u00e9 te sirve tu don?<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfde qu\u00e9 te sirve tu gracia?<\/p>\n<p>haciendo bello prodigio,<\/p>\n<p>te lleva preso la guardia.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Cuando se asoma la luna<\/p>\n<p>le abren ya su celda amarga,<\/p>\n<p>y cuando cede la luna,<\/p>\n<p>la cierran en madrugada.<\/p>\n<p>Fuera, galopan los barcos<\/p>\n<p>sobre la grupa del agua,<\/p>\n<p>dejando estelas perdidas,<\/p>\n<p>dejando estelas lejanas.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<span 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X<\/a><\/span>\n<p>&nbsp;[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row full_width=&#8221;stretch_row_content_no_spaces&#8221;][vc_column extend=&#8221;false&#8221;]<div class='gambit_parallax_row' data-bg-align='' data-direction='fixed' data-opacity='100' data-velocity='-0.3' data-mobile-enabled='' data-bg-height='2560' data-bg-width='1755' data-bg-image='https:\/\/nuestrosescritores.com\/antonioberlanga\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/216\/2025\/10\/freepik_assistant_1758269024371-scaled.webp' data-bg-repeat='false' data-id='' style='display: none'><\/div><div class=\"gambit_fullheight_row\" data-content-location=\"center\" style=\"display: none\"><\/div>[\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1760278873091{padding: 10% !important;}&#8221;][vc_column extend=&#8221;false&#8221;][vc_column_text css=&#8221;&#8221;]<a name=\"_Toc208747804\"><\/a><strong>LA MONJA DE CLAUSURA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mudez de sombra y de muro.<\/p>\n<p>Noche por celda y casilla.<\/p>\n<p>La monja sue\u00f1a arrayanes<\/p>\n<p>bajo la luz prohibida.<\/p>\n<p>Terna de palomas rozan<\/p>\n<p>a la ansiada lejan\u00eda;<\/p>\n<p>todo el convento se oculta<\/p>\n<p>como una luna marchita.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Qu\u00e9 gacelas por su sue\u00f1o!<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1y qu\u00e9 caballos sin brida!<\/p>\n<p>Su cuerpo tenue con alas,<\/p>\n<p>ligero como la brisa.<\/p>\n<p>Con qu\u00e9 pasi\u00f3n ella sue\u00f1a,<\/p>\n<p>postrada en la cama fr\u00eda.<\/p>\n<p>Su frente recorre y pasa<\/p>\n<p>auroras de caballista.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Un \u00e1ngel de sal y lumbre<\/p>\n<p>en la celda la visita,<\/p>\n<p>los dos muslos de oro grueso,<\/p>\n<p>las alas de seda fina.<\/p>\n<p>Pero el casto mundo viene<\/p>\n<p>de cuevas y galer\u00edas,<\/p>\n<p>con el c\u00e1liz levantado<\/p>\n<p>en el panel de la misa.<\/p>\n<p>Un rumor ebrio de boca<\/p>\n<p>le corre por la mejilla;<\/p>\n<p>el sabor va por el aire<\/p>\n<p>a hiel, a menta, y a sidra.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Norte de voces la llaman<\/p>\n<p>del arco a la sacrist\u00eda.<\/p>\n<p>El eco antiguo remonta<\/p>\n<p>blanco de s\u00e1bana tibia.<\/p>\n<p>Pero sigue con su sue\u00f1o,<\/p>\n<p>mientras, por el muro arriba,<\/p>\n<p>el sol penetra los m\u00e1rmoles<\/p>\n<p>viejos de la celos\u00eda.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<span class='bctt-click-to-tweet'><span class='bctt-ctt-text'><a href='https:\/\/x.com\/intent\/tweet?url=https%3A%2F%2Fnuestrosescritores.com%2Fantonioberlanga%2Fpoesias%2F&#038;text=LA%20MONJA%20DE%20CLAUSURA%20del%20libro%20LIBRO%20DE%20ROMANCES%20de%20ANTONIO%20BERLANGA%20PINO&#038;via=poesiaerestu&#038;related=poesiaerestu' target='_blank'rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">LA MONJA DE CLAUSURA del libro LIBRO DE ROMANCES de ANTONIO BERLANGA PINO <\/a><\/span><a 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css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1760278891884{padding: 10% !important;}&#8221;][vc_column extend=&#8221;false&#8221;][vc_column_text css=&#8221;&#8221;]<a name=\"_Toc208747813\"><\/a><strong>FUSILAMIENTOS DEL 3 DE MAYO<br \/>\nA TRAV\u00c9S DE UNA RECREACI\u00d3N DE LA<br \/>\nPINTURA DE GOYA<br \/>\nGUERRA DE LA INDEPENDENCIA ESPA\u00d1OLA<br \/>\nMADRID 1.808<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Acontecer en Madrid<\/p>\n<p>en una noche de espanto,<\/p>\n<p>varias cuadrillas de hombres<\/p>\n<p>aqu\u00ed caen fusilados.<\/p>\n<p>Ocurri\u00f3 de madrugada,<\/p>\n<p>la noche del tres de mayo;<\/p>\n<p>el mal sino los llevaba<\/p>\n<p>a las puertas del ocaso.<\/p>\n<p>Macilentos como sombras,<\/p>\n<p>avanzaban muy despacio;<\/p>\n<p>el tabor de las campanas,<\/p>\n<p>densa muerte repicaron.<\/p>\n<p>El silencio de la calle<\/p>\n<p>se puso desorbitado,<\/p>\n<p>y el miedo, que prevalece,<\/p>\n<p>dej\u00f3 un comp\u00e1s solitario.<\/p>\n<p>A los cuarteles llevaron,<\/p>\n<p>que serv\u00edan como celdas,<\/p>\n<p>fue antes que los franceses<\/p>\n<p>ejecuten la condena.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Laberinto de barrotes,<\/p>\n<p>dividida ratonera,<\/p>\n<p>donde se apaga la vida<\/p>\n<p>y oscurece la existencia.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Infierno de los sentidos,<\/p>\n<p>llama de la raz\u00f3n plena,<\/p>\n<p>inframundo de los ojos,<\/p>\n<p>anido de las tinieblas.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Conde Duque y Prado Nuevo,<\/p>\n<p>donde el piquete no cesa<\/p>\n<p>de arengar a sus tambores<\/p>\n<p>con los mazos de madera.<\/p>\n<p>Visten trajes de marinos,<\/p>\n<p>a modo de una faldeta,<\/p>\n<p>los sables de tiros largos,<\/p>\n<p>y chac\u00f3n sin la visera,<\/p>\n<p>capote de pa\u00f1o y hule,<\/p>\n<p>y blanco nieve las medias,<\/p>\n<p>y atada, de negro cinto,<\/p>\n<p>sostiene la cartuchera.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Un sonido retumbaba<\/p>\n<p>en una redonda legua.<\/p>\n<p>Las cortinas se corrieron<\/p>\n<p>y las ventanas se cierran.<\/p>\n<p>Los reos, descamisados,<\/p>\n<p>avanzaban con tibieza;<\/p>\n<p>a los rayos de la luna<\/p>\n<p>sus tejidas calaveras.<\/p>\n<p>Resignados sin remedio,<\/p>\n<p>el valor se puso a prueba,<\/p>\n<p>no olvidando que son flor<\/p>\n<p>pura de la resistencia.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Oh, qu\u00e9 camino tan triste!<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Oh, qu\u00e9 sangrada tristeza!<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Oh, qu\u00e9 sangre de ritual!<\/p>\n<p>sin c\u00e1liz que la contenga.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Con desali\u00f1o de ropas<\/p>\n<p>las figuras se alinean;<\/p>\n<p>en los muros se colocan,<\/p>\n<p>y en las tapias se disgregan.<\/p>\n<p>Madrid contiene el aliento<\/p>\n<p>cuando los sables se muestran<\/p>\n<p>y en los ojos del fusil<\/p>\n<p>irrumpen las bayonetas.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Los soldados, inflexibles,<\/p>\n<p>con mecanismo de cuerda,<\/p>\n<p>apuntaron a los reos<\/p>\n<p>como as\u00ed se les ordenan.<\/p>\n<p>A un h\u00e9roe viste de blanco<\/p>\n<p>los pinceles de la guerra;<\/p>\n<p>con los dos brazos en cruz<\/p>\n<p>proclamaba su inocencia.<\/p>\n<p>Voz de todas las Espa\u00f1as,<\/p>\n<p>y la insignia de la tierra,<\/p>\n<p>memoria de los ca\u00eddos<\/p>\n<p>y credo de su pureza.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Rumbo de sangre mojaba<\/p>\n<p>a los templetes de arena.<\/p>\n<p>El aire, ya ebrio de heridas,<\/p>\n<p>por las ramas titubea.<\/p>\n<p>Los trazos de la pintura<\/p>\n<p>el vivo drama refleja.<\/p>\n<p>Con el fr\u00edo del pincel,<\/p>\n<p>el alma toda nos tiembla.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<span class='bctt-click-to-tweet'><span class='bctt-ctt-text'><a href='https:\/\/x.com\/intent\/tweet?url=https%3A%2F%2Fnuestrosescritores.com%2Fantonioberlanga%2Fpoesias%2F&#038;text=FUSILAMIENTOS%20DEL%203%20DE%20MAYO%20del%20libro%20LIBRO%20DE%20ROMANCES%20de%20ANTONIO%20BERLANGA%20PINO&#038;via=poesiaerestu&#038;related=poesiaerestu' target='_blank'rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">FUSILAMIENTOS DEL 3 DE MAYO del libro LIBRO DE ROMANCES de 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