{"id":554,"date":"2015-12-17T22:10:39","date_gmt":"2015-12-17T21:10:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=554"},"modified":"2016-01-29T21:59:50","modified_gmt":"2016-01-29T20:59:50","slug":"a-lucia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=554","title":{"rendered":"A Luc\u00eda"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"RIGHT\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif\">A Luc\u00eda<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\" align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Cuando el amor te mata poco a poco.<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\">Cuando el amor se agarra a tus venas.<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\">Cuando el amor aflora lentamente.<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\">Cuando el amor te deforma la mente.<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\">Cuando el odio te ahoga.<br \/>\nCuando siento la vida y mi muerte.<br \/>\nCuando no siento y se lo que digo.<br \/>\nCuando no vivo y no amo.<br \/>\nCuando bebo y me ahogo.<br \/>\nCuando te tengo en mis brazos.<\/span><span style=\"color: #666666\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\">Cuanto te amo.\u00a0<\/span> <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Luc\u00eda Cuando el amor te mata poco a poco. Cuando el amor se agarra a tus venas. Cuando el amor aflora lentamente. Cuando el amor te deforma la mente. Cuando el odio te ahoga. Cuando siento la vida y mi muerte. Cuando no siento y se lo que digo. Cuando no vivo y no [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":373,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"tags":[120,117,115,119,121,33,116,24,118],"class_list":["post-554","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema-corto","tag-ahogar","tag-amar","tag-amor","tag-desvivir","tag-mente","tag-muerte","tag-sentir","tag-vida","tag-vivir"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/554","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=554"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/554\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":555,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/554\/revisions\/555"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/373"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=554"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=554"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=554"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}