{"id":1067,"date":"2016-08-17T16:00:14","date_gmt":"2016-08-17T14:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1067"},"modified":"2016-08-17T16:00:14","modified_gmt":"2016-08-17T14:00:14","slug":"de-tanto-girar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1067","title":{"rendered":"De tanto girar"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">\nLe das muchas vueltas a las cosas<br \/>\nse terminar\u00e1n mareando de tanto girar<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">\n<span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>De tanto girar<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\"><em>De tanto girar la saliva se seca<\/em><br \/>\n<em>en la garganta del enemigo.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>De tanto girar el sol se cuadra<\/em><br \/>\n<em>ante tu hermosa pasividad.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Espera at\u00f3nito que pare <\/em><br \/>\n<em>este diluvio universal<\/em><br \/>\n<em>que empapa nuestros ombligos<\/em><br \/>\n<em>y no deja que florezcan los olivos<\/em><br \/>\n<em>de este poema artesanal.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00bfA donde han ido los locos de este cuento?<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><em>Agosto de 2016<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Le das muchas vueltas a las cosas se terminar\u00e1n mareando de tanto girar De tanto girar De tanto girar la saliva se seca en la garganta del enemigo. De tanto girar el sol se cuadra ante tu hermosa pasividad. Espera at\u00f3nito que pare este diluvio universal que empapa nuestros ombligos y no deja que florezcan [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":682,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"tags":[21,5],"class_list":["post-1067","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema-corto","tag-poema","tag-poesia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1067","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=1067"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1067\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1068,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1067\/revisions\/1068"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/682"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1067"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1067"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1067"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}