{"id":1034,"date":"2016-08-04T23:41:27","date_gmt":"2016-08-04T21:41:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1034"},"modified":"2016-08-04T23:41:27","modified_gmt":"2016-08-04T21:41:27","slug":"la-luna-tu-mirada-y-mis-heridas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1034","title":{"rendered":"La luna, tu mirada y mis heridas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><u><b>La luna, tu mirada y mis heridas<\/b><\/u><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>Es bella la noche que nos une<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>la lluvia no esta hecha <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>para los que no quieren llorar<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>las miradas son luces furtivas <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>en la antesala de la soledad<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>Si me miras y me curas mis heridas<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>si me miras y si me miras <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>si lo haces y lo haces<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>la luna ser\u00e1 nuestra primera amiga<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>ser\u00e1 la bruja que espante la mediocridad<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>Si la luna es furtiva y luce en nuestra cama<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>ser\u00e1 la madrina de nuestra realidad<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>La luna, tu mirada y mis heridas<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>nos une, nos maneja y nos saluda<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"RIGHT\"><i>04 de Agosto de 2016<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La luna, tu mirada y mis heridas Es bella la noche que nos une la lluvia no esta hecha para los que no quieren llorar las miradas son luces furtivas en la antesala de la soledad Si me miras y me curas mis heridas si me miras y si me miras si lo haces y [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":798,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"tags":[320,28,21,363,24],"class_list":["post-1034","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema-corto","tag-luna","tag-pena","tag-poema","tag-poema-corto","tag-vida"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1034","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/9590"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1034"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1034\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1035,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1034\/revisions\/1035"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/798"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1034"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1034"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1034"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}