{"id":1161,"date":"2016-09-19T22:36:33","date_gmt":"2016-09-19T20:36:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1161"},"modified":"2016-09-19T22:37:08","modified_gmt":"2016-09-19T20:37:08","slug":"del-futuro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1161","title":{"rendered":"Del futuro&#8230;."},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>Del futuro lo inexistente<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>del infinito el presente.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>Cachitos de nostalgia<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>en un bote vac\u00edo<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>lleno de ra\u00edces que crecen en flor<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 240px\"><em>tu coraz\u00f3n<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>en tu cuerpo contaminado.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>En el r\u00edo plebeyo yace<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>la experiencia a punto de ahogarse<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>que el presente jam\u00e1s escuch\u00f3.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>El futuro est\u00e1 por venir<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>y viene sin ti.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>Del futuro lo inexistente<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 90px\"><em>del infinito tu.<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"RIGHT\">20 de Septiembre de 2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Del futuro lo inexistente del infinito el presente. Cachitos de nostalgia en un bote vac\u00edo lleno de ra\u00edces que crecen en flor tu coraz\u00f3n en tu cuerpo contaminado. En el r\u00edo plebeyo yace la experiencia a punto de ahogarse que el presente jam\u00e1s escuch\u00f3. El futuro est\u00e1 por venir y viene sin ti. Del futuro [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":835,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"tags":[304,21,5],"class_list":["post-1161","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema-corto","tag-futuro","tag-poema","tag-poesia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1161","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=1161"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1161\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1164,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1161\/revisions\/1164"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/835"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1161"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1161"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1161"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}