{"id":339,"date":"2012-12-10T13:18:04","date_gmt":"2012-12-10T13:18:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.matildecamus.com\/?page_id=339"},"modified":"2021-02-18T21:14:13","modified_gmt":"2021-02-18T21:14:13","slug":"la-preocupacion-de-miguel-angel","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.matildecamus.com\/?page_id=339","title":{"rendered":"LA PREOCUPACI\u00d3N DE MIGUEL \u00c1NGEL (Cuento 1982)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<section class=\"wp-block-uagb-columns uagb-columns__wrap uagb-columns__background-undefined uagb-columns__stack-mobile uagb-columns__valign-undefined uagb-columns__gap-10 alignundefined uagb-block-850614ce\"><div class=\"uagb-columns__overlay\"><\/div><div class=\"uagb-columns__inner-wrap uagb-columns__columns-2\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-uagb-column uagb-column__wrap uagb-column__background-undefined uagb-block-ef2647bc\"><div class=\"uagb-column__overlay\"><\/div><div class=\"uagb-column__inner-wrap\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.matildecamus.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/la-preocupacion-de-miguel.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"250\" height=\"350\" src=\"http:\/\/www.matildecamus.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/la-preocupacion-de-miguel.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2131\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.matildecamus.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/la-preocupacion-de-miguel.jpg 250w, https:\/\/www.matildecamus.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/la-preocupacion-de-miguel-214x300.jpg 214w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-uagb-column uagb-column__wrap uagb-column__background-undefined uagb-block-cd55d3c9\"><div class=\"uagb-column__overlay\"><\/div><div class=\"uagb-column__inner-wrap\">\n<h5 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Comentario del libro:<\/h5>\n\n\n\n<p>Es el primer libro de cuentos versificado que escribe Matilde Camus en el a\u00f1o <strong>1982<\/strong>,&nbsp; lleno de ternura, inspirado en el hijo mas peque\u00f1o de la autora y en una pregunta que \u00e9ste le hizo cuando era peque\u00f1o, compartiendo la inquietud que le hab\u00edan generado los comentarios&nbsp;de unos compa\u00f1eros sobre el inicio de la vida.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Matilde Camus lo dedica en forma de manuscrito as\u00ed: <strong>\u00abQueridos amiguitos:&nbsp; Este cuento no va en colores pensando que pod\u00e9is poner en juego vuestra imaginaci\u00f3n y vuestras dotes pict\u00f3ricas. Os invito a su lectura y a colorearle. Os quiero mucho\u00bb<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/section>\n\n\n\n<p>Este libro ha sido utilizado como material de trabajo en distintos colegios de Cantabria.&nbsp;La portada e ilustraciones muy cuidadas del interior son a cargo de Jos\u00e9 G\u00f3mez en su juventud que fu\u00e9 m\u00e1s tarde un excelente acuarelista de Cantabria.<span style=\"color: #ffffff; text-align: justify;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-heading\">LA PREOCUPACI\u00d3N DE MIGUEL \u00c1NGEL<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Un ni\u00f1o estaba muy triste<br>cuando al colegio lleg\u00f3.<br>Su mam\u00e1 le hab\u00eda dicho<br>que le hall\u00f3 bajo una col.&nbsp;<br><br>A su amigo Miguel Angel,<br>sin dudarlo, le cont\u00f3<br>la gran pena que sent\u00eda<br>por la forma que naci\u00f3.<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.&nbsp;<\/span><br><br>Miguel Angel, pensativo,<br>a su casa regres\u00f3<br>y abrazando a su mamita<br>con rapidez pregunt\u00f3:&nbsp;<br><br>Dime, mami, \u00bfD\u00f3nde y c\u00f3mo<br>me encontraste, por favor?<br>\u00bfFue en un cestito de mimbre?<br>\u00bfFue en el fondo de un caj\u00f3n?<br>&nbsp;<br>\u00bfFue debajo de unas flores<br>o dentro de alg\u00fan farol?<br>Dime, mami \u00bfD\u00f3nde y c\u00f3mo<br>he podido nacer yo?&nbsp;<br><br>La mam\u00e1 de Miguel Angel<br>con ternura le mir\u00f3.<br>Le apret\u00f3 contra su pecho.<br>En la frente le bes\u00f3.&nbsp;<br><br>Y levantando la cara<br>de Miguel. su hijo menor,<br>con voz aterciopelada<br>sus preguntas contest\u00f3.<br><br>Mi preciosa criatura.<br>Encanto m\u00edo. Mi sol.<br>Enseguida he de decirte<br>c\u00f3mo tu vida empez\u00f3.&nbsp;<br><br>Primero formabas parte<br>de la mente del Se\u00f1or.<br>M\u00e1s tarde, Dios bondadoso<br>quiso darte m\u00e1s vigor.&nbsp;<br><br>Busc\u00f3 a pap\u00e1 de ayudante<br>qui\u00e9n, con profunda emoci\u00f3n,<br>una semilla preciosa<br>dentro de m\u00ed derram\u00f3.<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&nbsp;.<\/span><br><br>Ya eras polen de vida.<br>Eras germen de calor.<br>Ibas creciendo&#8230; creciendo&#8230;<br>dentro de m\u00ed con amor.&nbsp;<br><br>El tiempo, siempre adelante,<br>te daba forma y color.<br>Yo fui la tierra fecunda.<br>T\u00fa eras divino temblor.<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.&nbsp;<\/span><br><br>Mi cuerpo entr\u00f3 en plenilunio<br>y como una flor se abri\u00f3.<br>Tu, rey m\u00edo, mi esperanza,<br>naciste de su interior.<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&nbsp;.<\/span><br><br>Mis brazos te recogieron.<br>Mi regazo te acun\u00f3.<br>Mis senos te amamantaron<br>con su regalo mejor.&nbsp;<br><br>As\u00ed, vida de mi vida,<br>eres parte del Se\u00f1or.<br>El te puso a mi cuidado<br>y pap\u00e1 fue el mediador.&nbsp;<br><br>Eres carne de mi carne,<br>sangre de mi coraz\u00f3n.<br>Eres hijo de mi entra\u00f1a;<br>pero la Esencia es de Dios.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-uagb-call-to-action uagb-cta__outer-wrap uagb-block-84a1e672\"><div class=\"uagb-cta__content-wrap uagb-cta__block uagb-cta__icon-position-right uagb-cta__content-right uagb-cta__content-stacked-tablet uagb-cta__button-valign-middle \"><div class=\"uagb-cta__left-right-wrap\"><div class=\"uagb-cta__content\"><\/div><div class=\"uagb-cta__link-wrapper uagb-cta__block-link-style\"><div class=\"uagb-cta__button-wrapper\"><a href=\"#\" class=\"uagb-cta__button-link-wrapper uagb-cta__block-link uagb-cta-typeof-button\" target=\"_self\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><span class=\"uagb-cta__link-content-inner\"><span>Inicio libro<\/span><\/span><\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Comentario del libro: Es el primer libro de cuentos versificado que escribe Matilde Camus en el a\u00f1o 1982,&nbsp; 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