{"id":1047,"date":"2016-08-10T19:12:51","date_gmt":"2016-08-10T17:12:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1047"},"modified":"2016-08-10T19:12:51","modified_gmt":"2016-08-10T17:12:51","slug":"el-paria","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1047","title":{"rendered":"El paria"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><a href=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?attachment_id=1048\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1048\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-1048\" src=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2016\/08\/picture_jpg4-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"picture_jpg(4)\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\">\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><u><b>El paria\u00a0<\/b><\/u><\/p>\n<p><i>Tu eras el desierto que ardi\u00f3 alguna vez<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>aquellas noches de invierno en un sucio taller.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Fuiste el hechizo y la luz que ruge brillante<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>en los r\u00edos y en las calles, cada atardecer<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Madrid no quiso adoptarte, no quiso abrazarte<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>y ahora eres lo que recorre sus calles.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Y te vi correr, te vi volar, te vi so\u00f1ar<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>en esa calle, en ese lugar.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Tu eras el desierto que empez\u00f3 a florecer<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>por la ca\u00edda de la primera l\u00e1grima <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>aquella noche de domingo, en un mes de Abril.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>te vi volver, correr, volar, so\u00f1ar.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Tu eras un paria, un sin techo<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>que admiraba la tierra que le vio nacer<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>fuiste abandonado por aquellos por los que luchaste<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>en aquel turbio despacho.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Luchaste por ella, guerreaste hasta reventar<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>y fuiste derrotado, fuiste un ca\u00eddo m\u00e1s.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Un ca\u00eddo en vida, <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>en aquella derrota mal parida<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>que le arrebataron su alegr\u00eda<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>que le robaron su libertad.<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"RIGHT\"><i>10 de Agosto de 2016<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"RIGHT\"><a href=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?attachment_id=1049\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1049\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-1049\" src=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2016\/08\/Refugiados-fotografia_77252530_146492_1706x960-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"Refugiados-fotografia_77252530_146492_1706x960\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El paria\u00a0 Tu eras el desierto que ardi\u00f3 alguna vez aquellas noches de invierno en un sucio taller. Fuiste el hechizo y la luz que ruge brillante en los r\u00edos y en las calles, cada atardecer Madrid no quiso adoptarte, no quiso abrazarte y ahora eres lo que recorre sus calles. Y te vi correr, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":559,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[366],"tags":[373,21,5,386,24],"class_list":["post-1047","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-guerra","tag-poema","tag-poesia","tag-refugiados","tag-vida"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1047","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=1047"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1047\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1050,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1047\/revisions\/1050"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/559"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1047"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1047"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1047"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}