{"id":46,"date":"2015-04-04T14:08:47","date_gmt":"2015-04-04T12:08:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=46"},"modified":"2017-09-25T12:00:40","modified_gmt":"2017-09-25T10:00:40","slug":"nadie-dispara-a-santa-claus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=46","title":{"rendered":"\u00a1Nadie dispara a Santa Claus!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\">\u00a1Nadie dispara a Santa Claus!<\/p>\n<p>Y se fue sin sonreir,<br \/>\nesos verdes ojos y cara desgastada<br \/>\nque la noche marchitaba todas las lunas de domingo.<br \/>\nCruz\u00f3 la calle sin girar la cabeza<br \/>\ny nunca dijo adi\u00f3s,<br \/>\nni siquiera hasta pronto.<br \/>\nNo supe si se march\u00f3 siendo f\u00e9liz,<br \/>\no si quiso no mirar atr\u00e1s<br \/>\npor la simple raz\u00f3n de no pensar en ello m\u00e1s.<br \/>\nLlegu\u00e9 a estar astiado,<br \/>\nso\u00f1ando con su reclamo<br \/>\ny con mil preguntas sin respuesta.<br \/>\nY me desped\u00ed de ella,<br \/>\ndesde mi agon\u00eda.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">En aquel acto destructivo<br \/>\npudo entregar su coraz\u00f3n en llamas.<br \/>\nFue un hecho de auto-afirmaci\u00f3n.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\u00a1Nadie dispara a Santa Claus!<\/p>\n<p>Salvo un valiente<br \/>\nbajo el consenso de los hombres y mujeres libres.<br \/>\nLo nombraron propaganda por el hecho,<br \/>\nen esa casa de la Gran V\u00eda,<br \/>\nbajo el sue\u00f1o esperanzador de la masa alienada.<br \/>\nSaludando y vitoreando,<br \/>\nbajo el influjo de la ilusi\u00f3n programada.<br \/>\nNadie ofrece su coraz\u00f3n a la muerte<br \/>\nsi no es bajo el influjo de la esperanza del amor.<br \/>\nPudo entregar su coraz\u00f3n en llamas<br \/>\npero dispar\u00f3 a Santa Claus.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">Y se march\u00f3,<br \/>\neso hizo.<br \/>\nCruz\u00f3 la carretera, gir\u00f3 direcci\u00f3n sur<br \/>\ny la perd\u00ed de vista.<\/p>\n<p>Nunca supe el porque de su enfado<br \/>\ny me dej\u00f3 solo con mi abstracci\u00f3n.<br \/>\nDibujando un cuadro en mis pensamientos<br \/>\ncon la figura inerte del fusilado.<br \/>\nSu sangre inm\u00f3vil desliz\u00e1ndose por la tela.<br \/>\nY su colgante, con la figura de la fugitiva,<br \/>\narrancado de su cuello.<br \/>\nSolo su recuerdo,<br \/>\nuna cosa de aquel d\u00eda.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\u00a1Nadie dispara a Santa Claus sin su permiso!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?attachment_id=347\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-347\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-347 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/04\/image_18_21_20_jpg-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"image_18_21_20_jpg\" width=\"423\" height=\"564\" srcset=\"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/04\/image_18_21_20_jpg.jpg 768w, https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/04\/image_18_21_20_jpg-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/files\/2015\/04\/image_18_21_20_jpg-113x150.jpg 113w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 423px) 100vw, 423px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a1Nadie dispara a Santa Claus! Y se fue sin sonreir, esos verdes ojos y cara desgastada que la noche marchitaba todas las lunas de domingo. Cruz\u00f3 la calle sin girar la cabeza y nunca dijo adi\u00f3s, ni siquiera hasta pronto. No supe si se march\u00f3 siendo f\u00e9liz, o si quiso no mirar atr\u00e1s por la [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[366],"tags":[115,61,62,190,131,27,36,21,5,6,189,76,32,102,24],"class_list":["post-46","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-amor","tag-anarquia","tag-anarquismo","tag-disparar","tag-esperanza","tag-luchar","tag-piedras","tag-poema","tag-poesia","tag-poesia-urbana","tag-santa-claus","tag-sistema","tag-suenos","tag-tierra","tag-vida"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46","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=46"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":566,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46\/revisions\/566"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=46"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=46"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=46"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}