{"id":1206,"date":"2016-10-12T11:55:44","date_gmt":"2016-10-12T09:55:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1206"},"modified":"2016-10-12T11:55:44","modified_gmt":"2016-10-12T09:55:44","slug":"dios-esta-muerto","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1206","title":{"rendered":"Dios est\u00e1 muerto"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Dios est\u00e1 muerto<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Dios ha muerto y las luces de medianoche<\/i><\/p>\n

El Oto\u00f1o asom\u00f3 por la puerta<\/i><\/p>\n

y se despidi\u00f3 al amanecer<\/i><\/p>\n

para dejar paso al velatorio.<\/i><\/p>\n

Dios ha muerto y la evoluci\u00f3n del hombre.<\/i><\/p>\n

El fr\u00edo ya no cala los huesos<\/i><\/p>\n

y la luna ya no finge tristeza.<\/i><\/p>\n

Dios ha muerto y los pies de barro<\/i><\/p>\n

no dejan crecer la mala hierba,<\/i><\/p>\n

el mar se ha secado en los surcos<\/i><\/p>\n

dilatados de tu ausencia.<\/i><\/p>\n

Dios ha muerto y tu Bestiario imaginario<\/i><\/p>\n

que paseaba por tu cabeza<\/i><\/p>\n

arrastrando los delirios de la demencia.<\/i><\/p>\n

Dios est\u00e1 lleno de muerte<\/i><\/p>\n

y no ejerce su no existencia.<\/i><\/p>\n

No rompe los cristales de las ventanas<\/i><\/p>\n

pero apedrea vuestra vida.<\/i><\/p>\n

Dios no est\u00e1 muerto, existe en las corrompidas mentes <\/i><\/p>\n

de quien controla la apariencia.<\/i><\/p>\n

Dios no est\u00e1 muerto, solo existe en vuestra cabeza<\/i><\/p>\n

corroe el hueso del muerto <\/i><\/p>\n

corrompe la locura de vuestra mente cadav\u00e9rica<\/i><\/p>\n

y os condena a una sometida y alienada existencia.<\/i><\/p>\n

12 de Octubre de 2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dios est\u00e1 muerto Dios ha muerto y las luces de medianoche El Oto\u00f1o asom\u00f3 por la puerta y se despidi\u00f3 al amanecer para dejar paso al velatorio. Dios ha muerto y la evoluci\u00f3n del hombre. El fr\u00edo ya no cala los huesos y la luna ya no finge tristeza. Dios ha muerto y los pies […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":463,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[396,366],"tags":[397,21,5],"class_list":["post-1206","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-contrapoema","category-poema","tag-contrapoema","tag-poema","tag-poesia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1206","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=1206"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1206\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1207,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1206\/revisions\/1207"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/463"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}