{"id":599,"date":"2016-01-13T20:28:57","date_gmt":"2016-01-13T19:28:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=599"},"modified":"2016-01-29T21:52:06","modified_gmt":"2016-01-29T20:52:06","slug":"intentandolo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=599","title":{"rendered":"Intent\u00e1ndolo"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"CENTER\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC', fantasy\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><i><u><b>Intent\u00e1ndolo<\/b><\/u><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC', fantasy\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><i><b>Estoy en ello y lo intento d\u00eda a d\u00eda. <\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC', fantasy\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><i><b>Me suelo quedar a las puertas<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC', fantasy\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><i><b>pero estoy en ello. <\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC', fantasy\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><i><b>Lo siento pero desfallezco y perezco.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC', fantasy\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><i><b>Cerca, muy cerca&#8230;. de las puertas. y all\u00ed me quedo. <\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC', fantasy\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><i><b>Sentado en una silla astillada, llamada pensamiento. <\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC', fantasy\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><i><b>Y desde all\u00ed&#8230; lo intento. <\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC', fantasy\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><i><b>Se que lo intento pero no puedo, lo siento. <\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC', fantasy\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><i><b>Cerca estoy cerca&#8230;. a tus pies.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"RIGHT\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC', fantasy\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><i><b>14 de Septiembre de 2009<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Intent\u00e1ndolo Estoy en ello y lo intento d\u00eda a d\u00eda. Me suelo quedar a las puertas pero estoy en ello. Lo siento pero desfallezco y perezco. Cerca, muy cerca&#8230;. de las puertas. y all\u00ed me quedo. Sentado en una silla astillada, llamada pensamiento. Y desde all\u00ed&#8230; lo intento. Se que lo intento pero no puedo, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":581,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"tags":[89,62,10,81,79,65,131,31,64,27,52,28,21,116,76,140,25,32,29,24],"class_list":["post-599","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema-corto","tag-alienacion","tag-anarquismo","tag-averno","tag-cambio","tag-cansancio","tag-corazon","tag-esperanza","tag-lagrimas","tag-libertad","tag-luchar","tag-miedo","tag-pena","tag-poema","tag-sentir","tag-sistema","tag-sonar","tag-sonrisa","tag-suenos","tag-tristeza","tag-vida"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/599","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=599"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/599\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":600,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/599\/revisions\/600"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/581"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=599"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=599"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=599"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}