{"id":671,"date":"2016-02-10T22:49:26","date_gmt":"2016-02-10T21:49:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=671"},"modified":"2016-08-05T20:44:36","modified_gmt":"2016-08-05T18:44:36","slug":"y-piensas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=671","title":{"rendered":"Y piensas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left: 150px\" align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #141823\">Y piensas<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"LEFT\"><em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #141823\">Y pasan los a\u00f1os y piensas en tu pasado,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"LEFT\"><em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #141823\">en los cosas que has vivido, <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"LEFT\"><em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #141823\">en las horas perdidas, <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"LEFT\"><em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #141823\">en los d\u00edas olvidados, <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"LEFT\"><em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #141823\">en sue\u00f1os dorados, <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"LEFT\"><em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #141823\">en pesadillas alargadas en la noche <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"LEFT\"><em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #141823\">y se torna en color negro, <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"LEFT\"><em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #141823\">negro azabache, negro \u00e9bano. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"LEFT\"><em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #141823\">Y piensas en las noches en vela que no recuerdas, <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"LEFT\"><em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"color: #141823\">dulces pastillas del amor.<\/span> <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"RIGHT\"><em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">23 de Junio de 2012<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Y piensas Y pasan los a\u00f1os y piensas en tu pasado, en los cosas que has vivido, en las horas perdidas, en los d\u00edas olvidados, en sue\u00f1os dorados, en pesadillas alargadas en la noche y se torna en color negro, negro azabache, negro \u00e9bano. 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