{"id":1217,"date":"2016-10-16T21:39:00","date_gmt":"2016-10-16T19:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1217"},"modified":"2016-10-16T21:40:32","modified_gmt":"2016-10-16T19:40:32","slug":"pies-de-barro-los-olvidados","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1217","title":{"rendered":"Pies de barro, los olvidados."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!-- @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?attachment_id=1218\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1218\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-1218\" src=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2016\/10\/758013_1-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"758013_1\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><i><u><b>Pies de barro<\/b><\/u><\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><i><u><b>los olvidados<\/b><\/u><\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Su mirada imaginada y los pies de barro<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">ellos, calzados con la m\u00fasica de los esclavizados<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">cantaban con alegr\u00eda<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">como si no hubiera un ma\u00f1ana.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Historia fabulada por ellos,<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><i>los olvidados<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">buscando el para\u00edso en su imaginario<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">para siempre y jam\u00e1s<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">olvidan su propio caminar.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Sue\u00f1an con ciudades<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">de torres altas y ricos prados<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">ser\u00e1 su para\u00edso imaginado<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">donde sus pies ser\u00e1n robados.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Exiliados del p\u00e1ramo buscan donde bailar<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">libres y lejos de las balas perdidas<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">y del canto de los liberados<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">para fabular con la libertad.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Siempre una bala o una ola del mar<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">tiene a quien morder<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">o a quien ahogar<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">en su vuelo asesino<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">en las olas del mar<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">canta la rabia entre l\u00e1grimas de dolor,<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">tras la p\u00e9rdida, gritos y el coraz\u00f3n partido.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><i>La muerte es para ellos,<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><i>los olvidados.<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><i>Nadie les recordar\u00e1<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><i>y nadie les llorar\u00e1.<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"RIGHT\">16 de Octubre de 2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pies de barro los olvidados Su mirada imaginada y los pies de barro ellos, calzados con la m\u00fasica de los esclavizados cantaban con alegr\u00eda como si no hubiera un ma\u00f1ana. Historia fabulada por ellos, los olvidados buscando el para\u00edso en su imaginario para siempre y jam\u00e1s olvidan su propio caminar. Sue\u00f1an con ciudades de torres [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":1048,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[366],"tags":[414,31,64,33,415,28,21,5,32,102,86],"class_list":["post-1217","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-emigrantes","tag-lagrimas","tag-libertad","tag-muerte","tag-pateras","tag-pena","tag-poema","tag-poesia","tag-suenos","tag-tierra","tag-trabajo"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1217","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=1217"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1217\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1220,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1217\/revisions\/1220"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1048"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1217"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1217"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1217"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}