{"id":171,"date":"2026-02-24T21:13:37","date_gmt":"2026-02-24T20:13:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nuestrosescritores.com\/carlosmellado\/?page_id=171"},"modified":"2026-02-24T23:42:54","modified_gmt":"2026-02-24T22:42:54","slug":"poesia","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/nuestrosescritores.com\/carlosmellado\/poesia\/","title":{"rendered":"POES\u00cdA"},"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='1152' data-bg-width='896' data-bg-image='https:\/\/nuestrosescritores.com\/carlosmellado\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/232\/2026\/02\/Firefly_-Close-up-photograph-of-a-single-dark-red-rose-with-prominent-sharp-thorns-droplets-231131_resultado.webp' data-bg-repeat='false' data-id='' style='display: 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hab\u00eda gloria,<br \/>\nsolo un viento sin rostro<br \/>\noliendo a ausencia.<\/p>\n<p>Vi a los que llegaron antes,<br \/>\ncon los ojos huecos,<br \/>\nlos abrazos que no calentaban<br \/>\ny los corazones partidos<br \/>\ncomo tiendas mal clavadas en plena tormenta.<\/p>\n<p>No los rompi\u00f3 la subida,<br \/>\nfue quedarse.<\/p>\n<p>Ahora s\u00e9 la verdad de la cima:<br \/>\nno es llegar lo que te cambia,<br \/>\nes descubrir que para sobrevivir ah\u00ed arriba<br \/>\ntienes que dejar de ser humano.<\/p>\n<p>Y mientras bajo, con los dedos entumecidos<br \/>\ny el pecho vac\u00edo,<br \/>\nentiendo por fin que el Everest no se escala:<br \/>\n\u00e9l te escala a ti.<\/p>\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='1152' data-bg-width='896' data-bg-image='https:\/\/nuestrosescritores.com\/carlosmellado\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/232\/2026\/02\/Firefly_Minimalist-silhouette-of-a-solitary-human-figure-standing-at-the-edge-of-a-dark-chasm-542824-1_resultado.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][vc_column extend=&#8221;false&#8221;][vc_column_text css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1771963822886{padding-top: 5% !important;padding-right: 5% !important;padding-bottom: 5% !important;padding-left: 5% !important;}&#8221;]\n<h1><strong>GENERACI\u00d3N Z<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>(Secci\u00f3n III: Resistencias \u2014 poema de cierre)<\/em><\/h1>\n<p>Vivo en un mundo al que se le olvid\u00f3 amar:<br \/>\npesa m\u00e1s el desinter\u00e9s que el mostrar.<br \/>\nViven pegados a una conexi\u00f3n constante<br \/>\nque no les deja ver la naturaleza, el arte y el paisaje.<br \/>\nAbusan de las adicciones y de las contradicciones.<br \/>\nYa no buscan caricias, no buscan puros corazones.<br \/>\nNo hay cartas escritas ni encuentros a escondidas:<br \/>\nsolo una se\u00f1al gigante que indica la salida.<br \/>\nSolo quedan telara\u00f1as en el pasado,<br \/>\nque tejen recuerdos olvidados<br \/>\nsobre un tiempo que no disfrutamos.<br \/>\nAlguien quitar\u00e1 el polvo de los libros<br \/>\npara leer nuevas p\u00e1ginas de un cap\u00edtulo<br \/>\nque nosotros nunca abrimos.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][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='1152' data-bg-width='896' data-bg-image='https:\/\/nuestrosescritores.com\/carlosmellado\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/232\/2026\/02\/Firefly_Close-up-of-two-cupped-hands-protecting-a-small-glowing-light-source-in-complete-dark-310193_resultado.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][vc_column extend=&#8221;false&#8221;][vc_column_text css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1771963741792{padding-top: 5% !important;padding-right: 5% !important;padding-bottom: 5% !important;padding-left: 5% !important;}&#8221;]\n<h1><strong>UNA ROSA Y UN POETA<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>(Secci\u00f3n I: Desangre)<\/em><\/h1>\n<p>Hay una rosa que me hiere cada vez que la toco.<br \/>\nAun as\u00ed, quiero esa rosa solo para mi disfrute.<br \/>\nHay una rosa con la que mi voz se queda en silencio,<br \/>\ny quiero ser el \u00fanico al que esa rosa vuelva loco.<br \/>\nHay una rosa que cada d\u00eda me envenena;<br \/>\nese veneno es amor, calor a presi\u00f3n.<br \/>\nEsa rosa me ense\u00f1a un rastro en su vientre,<br \/>\nquiere aprisionar mi vida con su cadena.<br \/>\nHay una rosa que siempre me hace llorar;<br \/>\nquiz\u00e1s no le doy toda el agua que merece,<br \/>\ny por eso me quiere abandonar.<br \/>\nHay una rosa que ya no dice nada;<br \/>\nsu idioma es mi sangre,<br \/>\ny no paro de sangrar.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][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='1280' data-bg-width='720' data-bg-image='https:\/\/nuestrosescritores.com\/carlosmellado\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/232\/2026\/02\/Firefly_Burnt-forest-landscape-with-charred-black-trees-single-small-green-plant-sprouting-f-140703_resultado.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][vc_column extend=&#8221;false&#8221;][vc_column_text css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1771972946089{padding-top: 5% !important;padding-right: 5% !important;padding-bottom: 5% !important;padding-left: 5% !important;}&#8221;]\n<h1><strong>\u00daNICA<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>(Secci\u00f3n I: Desangre \u2014 poema de cierre)<\/em><\/h1>\n<p>Gracias a mi primer amor, aprend\u00ed a creer;<br \/>\ntambi\u00e9n me ense\u00f1\u00f3 que se puede so\u00f1ar.<br \/>\nQue no importaba la diferencia de edad;<br \/>\nno s\u00e9 c\u00f3mo, pero siempre tuvo la habilidad,<br \/>\nsiempre supo ayudarme en mi debilidad.<br \/>\nEn todo momento me supo cuidar<br \/>\ny fue mi primer amor de verdad.<br \/>\nY nunca me bes\u00f3 los labios;<br \/>\njam\u00e1s se fij\u00f3 en mis ojos.<br \/>\nLa noche que m\u00e1s recuerdo<br \/>\nfue cuando, apenas con fuerza,<br \/>\nen el hospital, agarraste mi cuerpo.<br \/>\nLa \u00fanica mujer de mi vida.<br \/>\nM<br \/>\nA<br \/>\nM<br \/>\n\u00c1[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][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='1152' data-bg-width='896' data-bg-image='https:\/\/nuestrosescritores.com\/carlosmellado\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/232\/2026\/02\/Firefly_Urban-landscape-with-silhouetted-city-skyline-partially-obscured-by-red-tinted-fog-or-231131_resultado.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][vc_column extend=&#8221;false&#8221;][vc_column_text css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1771972972314{padding-top: 5% !important;padding-right: 5% !important;padding-bottom: 5% !important;padding-left: 5% 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