{"id":1342,"date":"2017-08-31T10:02:03","date_gmt":"2017-08-31T08:02:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1342"},"modified":"2017-08-31T10:02:30","modified_gmt":"2017-08-31T08:02:30","slug":"algo-irracional","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=1342","title":{"rendered":"Algo Irracional"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><u>Algo irracional<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Millares de min\u00fasculas caricias<\/p>\n<p>que puedes sentirlas en tus viejas manos.<\/p>\n<p>Simiente de una noche de verano<\/p>\n<p>en el jard\u00edn de las delicias.<\/p>\n<p>Lo puedes sentir cada ma\u00f1ana<\/p>\n<p>el abrazo fraternal de un mundo sin dioses,<\/p>\n<p>\u00e1nimas que danzan sin m\u00fasica<\/p>\n<p>buscando un poco de distancia entre las flores,<\/p>\n<p>es algo que las hace sentir vivas.<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfPuedes sentirlo otra vez?<\/p>\n<p>Es algo irracional y fraudulento,<\/p>\n<p>una canci\u00f3n moderna<\/p>\n<p>donde los huesos se parten con el roce de los p\u00e9talos<\/p>\n<p>de aquellos ojos cristalinos.<\/p>\n<p>Los ni\u00f1os son divinidades fr\u00e1giles<\/p>\n<p>sin cielo en la tierra<\/p>\n<p>juegan al suicidio colectivo de padres y madres,<\/p>\n<p>maduran el ego frente a la muerte.<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfQu\u00e9 les persigue a cada momento perdido en el mar de la inocencia?<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Nada!\u00a1S\u00f3lo la soledad del viaje!<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfT\u00fa crees que puedes sentirlo?<\/p>\n<p>Si, puedes sentir algo irracional.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">Agosto 2017<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">Luis de Laos.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00bfQu\u00e9 les persigue a cada momento perdido en el mar de la inocencia?<br \/>\n\u00a1Nada!\u00a1S\u00f3lo la soledad del viaje!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":1072,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[366],"tags":[440,439,5],"class_list":["post-1342","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-dada","tag-irracional","tag-poesia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1342","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=1342"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1342\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1343,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1342\/revisions\/1343"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1072"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1342"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1342"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1342"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}