{"id":232,"date":"2015-08-16T21:30:22","date_gmt":"2015-08-16T19:30:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=232"},"modified":"2016-01-02T21:08:31","modified_gmt":"2016-01-02T20:08:31","slug":"232","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=232","title":{"rendered":"Luces y sombras entre las flores"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Luces y sombras entre las flores<\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 60px\"><em>Luces y sombras entre las flores, quisiera que tu vieras<\/em><br \/>\n<em> sentir tus dedos en mi piel recorriendo mi cuerpo,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> sentir tu cuerpo.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Fuente de inspiraci\u00f3n en un mundo sin raz\u00f3n<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Flores secas en un simple coraz\u00f3n<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Rosas negras ara\u00f1an mi piel<\/em><br \/>\n<em> &#8230;&#8230;y rozar el viento<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Luces y sombras entre las flores<\/em><br \/>\n<em> En tu brazo derecho<\/em><br \/>\n<em> llevas tatuado la doble cara de la raz\u00f3n<\/em><br \/>\n<em> &#8230;&#8230;y rozar el viento<\/em><br \/>\n<em> &#8230;&#8230;y contar un cuento<\/em><br \/>\n<em> fuente de inspiraci\u00f3n son las flores secas,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> para toda ocasi\u00f3n.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> flores negras en tu dulce coraz\u00f3n<\/em><br \/>\n<em> sin raz\u00f3n, no hay pasi\u00f3n<\/em><br \/>\n<em> No hay amor<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Doble vertiente \u00a1Es indecente!<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Nubes negras lloran tu ausencia,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> frente a un espejo quebrado<\/em><br \/>\n<em> tu mirada es el fiel reflejo de este mundo abrupto.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Triste melod\u00eda canta el ruise\u00f1or.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Mas sombras que luces entre las flores.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Mas que risas, llantos.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Los ni\u00f1os en la noche lloran.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Sentir tu cuerpo entre mis brazos.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Sollozos cuando canto.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Sentir tu pelo en mis manos.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> L\u00e1grimas sobre tus ojos dise\u00f1adas por el canta-autor.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Sentir tu llanto.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> &#8230;&#8230;y rozar el viento<\/em><br \/>\n<em> &#8230;&#8230;y contar un cuento.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Luces y sombras entre las flores Luces y sombras entre las flores, quisiera que tu vieras sentir tus dedos en mi piel recorriendo mi cuerpo, sentir tu cuerpo. Fuente de inspiraci\u00f3n en un mundo sin raz\u00f3n Flores secas en un simple coraz\u00f3n Rosas negras ara\u00f1an mi piel &#8230;&#8230;y rozar el viento Luces y sombras entre [&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":[47,115,65,188,131,132,187,31,52,13,28,21,6,140,25,32,102,29,24],"class_list":["post-232","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-abandono","tag-amor","tag-corazon","tag-cuento","tag-esperanza","tag-flores","tag-flores-secas","tag-lagrimas","tag-miedo","tag-oscuridad","tag-pena","tag-poema","tag-poesia-urbana","tag-sonar","tag-sonrisa","tag-suenos","tag-tierra","tag-tristeza","tag-vida"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/232","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=232"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/232\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":234,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/232\/revisions\/234"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=232"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=232"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=232"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}