{"id":419,"date":"2015-10-09T11:22:32","date_gmt":"2015-10-09T09:22:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=419"},"modified":"2016-03-15T00:56:12","modified_gmt":"2016-03-14T23:56:12","slug":"laostiaputa-poetica","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=419","title":{"rendered":"Poema de amor y muerte II"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em><strong><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\">Poema de amor y muerte II<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">Su mirada fijada en mi \u00a0me helaba el coraz\u00f3n<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">y se\u00f1alaba la hora, mir\u00e1ndome f\u00edjamente.<\/p>\n<p>Selene se llamaba<\/p>\n<p>me atormentaba su belleza<\/p>\n<p>estaba condenado por su misterio<\/p>\n<p>Nunca quiso liberarme de su tormento<\/p>\n<p>Nunca,<\/p>\n<p>ni siquiera estando muerto.<\/p>\n<p>Me miraba y me sonre\u00eda.<\/p>\n<p>Me acariciaba y se re\u00eda.<\/p>\n<p>Me conden\u00f3 a la muerte eterna,<\/p>\n<p>a su eternidad, su infinita y oscura eternidad.<\/p>\n<p>Sus p\u00e1lidas manos me rozaban lentamente<\/p>\n<p>mi putrefacta mejilla,<\/p>\n<p>mientras tarareaba una nana<\/p>\n<p>y me dejaba dormir,<\/p>\n<p>sin descanso.<\/p>\n<p>Y se re\u00eda.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poema de amor y muerte II Su mirada fijada en mi \u00a0me helaba el coraz\u00f3n y se\u00f1alaba la hora, mir\u00e1ndome f\u00edjamente. Selene se llamaba me atormentaba su belleza estaba condenado por su misterio Nunca quiso liberarme de su tormento Nunca, ni siquiera estando muerto. Me miraba y me sonre\u00eda. Me acariciaba y se re\u00eda. Me [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":433,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[366],"tags":[44],"class_list":["post-419","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-poema-de-amor-y-muerte"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/419","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=419"}],"version-history":[{"count":17,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/419\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":495,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/419\/revisions\/495"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=419"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=419"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=419"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}