{"id":1337,"date":"2026-05-26T14:56:16","date_gmt":"2026-05-26T05:56:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.toebe-cs.org\/?page_id=1337"},"modified":"2026-05-26T14:56:16","modified_gmt":"2026-05-26T05:56:16","slug":"la-respiracion-bajo-la-nieve","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.toebe-cs.org\/?page_id=1337","title":{"rendered":"\u00ab La respiraci\u00f3n bajo la nieve \u00bb"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"536\" src=\"https:\/\/www.toebe-cs.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/image-193-1024x536.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1338\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.toebe-cs.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/image-193-1024x536.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.toebe-cs.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/image-193-300x157.png 300w, https:\/\/www.toebe-cs.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/image-193-768x402.png 768w, https:\/\/www.toebe-cs.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/image-193.png 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">1. El comienzo: fuego y tierra<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Soy una piedra blanda,<br>nacida del calor volc\u00e1nico<br>y de la presi\u00f3n de la tierra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nunca fui dura.<br>Me fui moldeando despacio,<br>al contacto del viento y de la nieve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Gastada, marcada, redondeada,<br>y aun as\u00ed en pie.<br>As\u00ed viven<br>las piedras blandas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">2. El d\u00eda en que me acogieron<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Me colocaron en este granero<br>hace mucho tiempo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">No sab\u00eda todav\u00eda<br>que sosten\u00eda algo.<br>Simplemente estaba all\u00ed,<br>junto a otras piedras,<br>compartiendo el peso,<br>escuchando el viento.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Las voces humanas vibraban en m\u00ed.<br>La piedra blanda lo absorbe todo:<br>sonidos, calor, memoria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">3. Lo que permanece al desgastarse<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Las voces se alejaron.<br>La puerta se cerr\u00f3.<br>El silencio llen\u00f3 el granero.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Yo tambi\u00e9n lo absorb\u00ed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La piedra blanda no olvida.<br>Guarda las huellas,<br>el calor de las manos,<br>el peso del invierno,<br>la luz del verano.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Incluso dormida,<br>segu\u00eda respirando,<br>bajo la nieve,<br>lenta y profundamente.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">4. La respiraci\u00f3n bajo la nieve<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Entonces, un soplo m\u00ednimo.<br>Como un cambio de viento.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Alguien se acord\u00f3 de este lugar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ninguna mano, ninguna voz.<br>Solo una atenci\u00f3n lejana,<br>un calor casi invisible<br>sobre mi superficie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La piedra blanda siente eso.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00abMe est\u00e1n mirando otra vez.\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y mi respiraci\u00f3n<br>se volvi\u00f3 m\u00e1s profunda.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">5. El calor que llega de lejos<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mis marcas,<br>mis bordes rotos,<br>mis superficies pulidas por el viento,<br>todo eso es mi historia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">No escondo nada.<br>La piedra blanda<br>se vuelve bella al desgastarse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">No tengo prisa.<br>Si alguien viene, vendr\u00e1.<br>Si no, sigo respirando<br>bajo la nieve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">6. Quien espera al desgastarse<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Si alg\u00fan d\u00eda una mano me toca,<br>responder\u00e9.<br>Si acaricia mis faltas,<br>devolver\u00e9 calor.<br>Si enciende de nuevo el fuego del granero,<br>despertar\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">No s\u00e9 cu\u00e1ndo.<br>No necesito saberlo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Soy una piedra<br>que permanece al desgastarse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">7. Si alg\u00fan d\u00eda el fuego me alcanza<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u2014 espacio dejado abierto \u2014<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>1. El comienzo: fuego y tierra Soy una piedra blanda,nacida del calor volc\u00e1nicoy de la presi\u00f3n de la tierra. 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