{"id":29,"date":"2015-03-31T11:07:30","date_gmt":"2015-03-31T09:07:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=29"},"modified":"2016-06-18T14:49:06","modified_gmt":"2016-06-18T12:49:06","slug":"el-bosque","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=29","title":{"rendered":"El Bosque"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?attachment_id=125\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-125\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-125 \" src=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/03\/947196_10201027882916880_1622394589_n-300x201.jpg\" alt=\"Las m\u00e1quinas de la muerte\" width=\"391\" height=\"262\" srcset=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/03\/947196_10201027882916880_1622394589_n-300x201.jpg 300w, https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/03\/947196_10201027882916880_1622394589_n-150x100.jpg 150w, https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/03\/947196_10201027882916880_1622394589_n.jpg 512w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 391px) 100vw, 391px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><em><strong>El bosque<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Como suena un bosque cuando cae al suelo, vencido por una motosierra.<br \/>\n\u00a1Que triste melod\u00eda!<br \/>\nY el sonido del avance de los gentiles borrando el rastro de las hormigas,<br \/>\narrasando cualquier avance natural.<br \/>\nDemoliendo las monta\u00f1as de la esperanza,<br \/>\navanzando por las cuevas de la mentira,<br \/>\ndevorando los frutos de la tierra,<br \/>\nesclavizando a la Pachamama.<br \/>\nMientras, la codicia purga a los hijos del campo,<br \/>\nexpuls\u00e1ndolos a la miseria de los sin tierra,<br \/>\nconvirti\u00e9ndolos en parias de mi Pachamama,<br \/>\nahog\u00e1ndoles en una tierra bald\u00eda,<br \/>\nde amor y alegr\u00eda.<br \/>\nComo suena un bosque cuando cae al suelo, vencido por una motosierra.<br \/>\nAvanzan las m\u00e1quinas de la muerte.<br \/>\nEmitiendo un grito silencioso, un grito de locura.<br \/>\nEst\u00e9riles e impasibles avanzan las m\u00e1quinas de la muerte.<br \/>\nDejando a los hijos de la avaricia rebuscar en su inmundicia,<br \/>\ndegradando la alegr\u00eda,<br \/>\nrebaj\u00e1ndola, destruy\u00e9ndola, aniquil\u00e1ndola.<br \/>\nComo suena un bosque cuando cae al suelo, vencido por una motosierra<br \/>\n\u00a1Ya avanzan las m\u00e1quinas de la muerte!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?attachment_id=310\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-310\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-310 \" src=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/03\/602074_511542892247023_1669785981_n-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"602074_511542892247023_1669785981_n\" width=\"312\" height=\"312\" srcset=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/03\/602074_511542892247023_1669785981_n-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/03\/602074_511542892247023_1669785981_n-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/03\/602074_511542892247023_1669785981_n.jpg 550w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 312px) 100vw, 312px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El bosque Como suena un bosque cuando cae al suelo, vencido por una motosierra. \u00a1Que triste melod\u00eda! Y el sonido del avance de los gentiles borrando el rastro de las hormigas, arrasando cualquier avance natural. Demoliendo las monta\u00f1as de la esperanza, avanzando por las cuevas de la mentira, devorando los frutos de la tierra, esclavizando [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":310,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[366],"tags":[94,96,99,21,5],"class_list":["post-29","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-bosque","tag-naturaleza","tag-pachamama","tag-poema","tag-poesia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29","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=29"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":311,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29\/revisions\/311"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/310"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=29"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=29"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=29"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}