{"id":169,"date":"2015-06-02T23:10:00","date_gmt":"2015-06-02T21:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=169"},"modified":"2016-05-30T12:05:54","modified_gmt":"2016-05-30T10:05:54","slug":"pena","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=169","title":{"rendered":"PENA"},"content":{"rendered":"

PENA<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

Y se caen l\u00e1grimas pensando en ello,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

desde dentro. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

Se caen,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

desde lo m\u00e1s profundo de tu mente. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

So\u00f1ar con velas <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

que son sue\u00f1os de muerte.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

No son sue\u00f1os de esperanza, <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

sue\u00f1os de gente. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

Pulsi\u00f3n de vida. Pulsi\u00f3n de muerte.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

……<\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

Y me hundo entre tus pechos <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

y ser consciente de no estar seguro entre tus retazos. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

Bailo la mentira al redentor de los fracasos. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

Me ahogo y no respiro pero grito en tus sollozos. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

Llor\u00e9 la pena, noche y d\u00eda, con tu mirada fija en mi.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

……<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

Volv\u00ed a so\u00f1ar sin ti, <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

a vueltas de estar por aqu\u00ed. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

He vuelto a so\u00f1ar por ti <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

y he vuelto a salir de mi caparaz\u00f3n. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

A ultranza de no volver a encontrarte por all\u00ed, <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

en mi Madrid. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

Calles negras en un negro coraz\u00f3n <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

dispuesto a servir sin pulir, sin educar. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

Sin querer deber nada, sin odiar, <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

pero as\u00ed y para siempre luchar. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

He vuelto a so\u00f1ar sin ti, por ti, por mi. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

Me he ahogado en mi propio coraz\u00f3n.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n

Pena. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

PENA Y se caen l\u00e1grimas pensando en ello, desde dentro. Se caen, desde lo m\u00e1s profundo de tu mente. So\u00f1ar con velas que son sue\u00f1os de muerte. No son sue\u00f1os de esperanza, sue\u00f1os de gente. Pulsi\u00f3n de vida. Pulsi\u00f3n de muerte. …… Y me hundo entre tus pechos y ser consciente de no estar seguro […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":621,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[364,366,42],"tags":[30,31,365,33,28,21,363,5,32,29],"class_list":["post-169","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microverso","category-poema","category-poema-corto","tag-agonia","tag-lagrimas","tag-microverso","tag-muerte","tag-pena","tag-poema","tag-poema-corto","tag-poesia","tag-suenos","tag-tristeza"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/169","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=169"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/169\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":170,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/169\/revisions\/170"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/621"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=169"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=169"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}