{"id":817,"date":"2016-04-11T16:30:53","date_gmt":"2016-04-11T14:30:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=817"},"modified":"2016-06-09T00:53:23","modified_gmt":"2016-06-08T22:53:23","slug":"crisol","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=817","title":{"rendered":"Crisol"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"CENTER\">Crisol<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">El crisol de tus ojos que arden<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">por el roce de tu entrecortada respiraci\u00f3n<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">vaso que quebranta las arrugas de tu expresi\u00f3n<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">por respirar sin la necesidad que ofrece el aire<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">oxidando a los ni\u00f1os<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">que en la batalla pierden la paciencia<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">entre tanto desd\u00e9n<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Deja atr\u00e1s la eterna libertad<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">que abandona la inocencia al nacer<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">La eterna calamidad<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">que te obliga a recordar<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">y en el pecho un golpe de dolor<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">En mis dedos entrecortados<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">los lazos que me atan a tu raz\u00f3n<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">que solo el tiempo sabr\u00e1 calmar<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">tanta locura y tanta desaz\u00f3n<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Desfigura tu mirada en mi lecho<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">y deja que el tiempo se arrogue<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">del horizonte de tus senos<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Ll\u00e9vame al mar al amanecer<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">y deja que all\u00ed pueda respirar<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">como las cenizas en el crisol<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">se posan, se arrugan<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">y se funden con el fr\u00edo metal<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Cuando ruge y todo empieza a arder<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">y desaparece en cada instante<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">a cada soplido, a cada sentido,<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">a cada mirada, a cada placer perdido<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">a cada llamarada constante.<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Ruido,<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">en cada momento el crisol rompe<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">con el sonido fluido<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">del palpitar de tu mirada rota<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">Que m\u00e1s da si nada va a volver<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">esc\u00f3ndete del paso del tiempo<\/p>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">esc\u00f3ndete del quebranto del crisol<\/p>\n<p align=\"RIGHT\">09 de Marzo de 2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Crisol El crisol de tus ojos que arden por el roce de tu entrecortada respiraci\u00f3n vaso que quebranta las arrugas de tu expresi\u00f3n por respirar sin la necesidad que ofrece el aire oxidando a los ni\u00f1os que en la batalla pierden la paciencia entre tanto desd\u00e9n Deja atr\u00e1s la eterna libertad que abandona la inocencia [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":463,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[366],"tags":[343,339,341,340,344,21,5,345,342],"class_list":["post-817","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-arrogue","tag-crisol","tag-desazon","tag-mar","tag-metal","tag-poema","tag-poesia","tag-respirar","tag-senos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/817","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=817"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/817\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":818,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/817\/revisions\/818"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/463"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=817"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=817"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=817"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}