{"id":134,"date":"2015-05-11T10:17:35","date_gmt":"2015-05-11T08:17:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=134"},"modified":"2016-06-18T14:53:06","modified_gmt":"2016-06-18T12:53:06","slug":"el-otono","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=134","title":{"rendered":"El Oto\u00f1o"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2 style=\"text-align: center\"><strong><em><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\">El Oto\u00f1o.<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Sobre el suelo mojado caen hojas<\/em><br \/>\n<em> para el eterno renacer de la vida.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Las flores marchitas, irradian belleza.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Las plantas oto\u00f1ales crecen con fuerza, despiertan.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Sobre una almohada mojada duermen las esperanzas,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> crecen las sombras, los pesares y las dudas.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> El Oto\u00f1o acecha, se acerca, te acosa.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Manan l\u00e1grimas en tu coraz\u00f3n,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> inundando el alma, apagando la pasi\u00f3n.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Sobre el suelo mojado sucumben hojas<\/em><br \/>\n<em> vive la tristeza y crece la amargura.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> El Oto\u00f1o \u00a1Ay de ti!<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Me abandonas, te alejas.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> dej\u00e1ndome solo ante la miseria.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> alej\u00e1ndote para reaparecer,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> pero no te pienso negar,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> me gusta cuando lloras,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> cuando mojas la hierba, los campos, los coches y las calles.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Porque me das vida, me das esperanza.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Porque me mandas el mensaje de la resurrecci\u00f3n, el resurgir de la vida.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Del pr\u00f3ximo y constante renacer.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> De la belleza de tu perecer,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> saco la pureza de nuestro sucumbir,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> para alzarme con la mayor de las fuerzas<\/em><br \/>\n<em> para sobrevivir en la proximidad de mi Invierno.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Sobre el suelo mojado caen hojas.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Flores marchitas,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Ojos tristes, emergen las sombras.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Sucumben hojas, renace el coraz\u00f3n.<\/em><\/h4>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?attachment_id=340\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-340\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-340 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/05\/Acechando-en-oto\u00f1o-300x201.jpg\" alt=\"Acechando-en-oto\u00f1o\" width=\"521\" height=\"349\" srcset=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/05\/Acechando-en-oto\u00f1o-300x201.jpg 300w, https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/05\/Acechando-en-oto\u00f1o-150x100.jpg 150w, https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/05\/Acechando-en-oto\u00f1o.jpg 960w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 521px) 100vw, 521px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El Oto\u00f1o. Sobre el suelo mojado caen hojas para el eterno renacer de la vida. Las flores marchitas, irradian belleza. Las plantas oto\u00f1ales crecen con fuerza, despiertan. Sobre una almohada mojada duermen las esperanzas, crecen las sombras, los pesares y las dudas. El Oto\u00f1o acecha, se acerca, te acosa. Manan l\u00e1grimas en tu coraz\u00f3n, inundando [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[366],"tags":[99,21,5],"class_list":["post-134","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-pachamama","tag-poema","tag-poesia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134","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=134"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":342,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134\/revisions\/342"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=134"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=134"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=134"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}