{"id":932,"date":"2016-05-31T13:26:35","date_gmt":"2016-05-31T11:26:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=932"},"modified":"2017-09-25T11:32:54","modified_gmt":"2017-09-25T09:32:54","slug":"el-pajaro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=932","title":{"rendered":"El p\u00e1jaro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i><u><b>El p\u00e1jaro<\/b><\/u><\/i><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;text-align: right\">A Bukowski y su p\u00e1jaro<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>Una vez me visit\u00f3 un p\u00e1jaro <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>que volaba raso entre las plantas.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>Pero mis flores est\u00e1n secas<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>y ese p\u00e1jaro de vuelo raso <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>quiso robarlas,<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>con mis alas.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>Ese p\u00e1jaro, <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>de vuelo triste y melanc\u00f3lico, <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>acab\u00f3 en una jaula<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>de barrotes invisibles<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>se auto encarcel\u00f3 <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>al volar mis plantas.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>En su vuelo, bajo y raso, <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>conoci\u00f3 la tristeza<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>olvid\u00f3, <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>en el vuelo nocturno, <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>la belleza <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>y una l\u00e1grima recorri\u00f3 su cara, <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>su hermosa cara<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>conoci\u00f3 la violencia, <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>sabore\u00f3 la botella<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>y cay\u00f3 en la pereza.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>Alguna vez me visita un p\u00e1jaro<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>un ave de mirada triste<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>que siempre vuela raso<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>buscando un jard\u00edn de rosas vivas.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>Ahora no le acompa\u00f1a nada<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>solo una botella en cada parada<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>las hormigas, las olvidadas, la noche,<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>los borrachos, las l\u00e1grimas <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>reposan en su cama.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>A veces me visita un p\u00e1jaro <\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\"><i>y no me dice nada.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\" align=\"RIGHT\"><i>31 de Mayo de 2016<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El p\u00e1jaro A Bukowski y su p\u00e1jaro Una vez me visit\u00f3 un p\u00e1jaro que volaba raso entre las plantas. Pero mis flores est\u00e1n secas y ese p\u00e1jaro de vuelo raso quiso robarlas, con mis alas. Ese p\u00e1jaro, de vuelo triste y melanc\u00f3lico, acab\u00f3 en una jaula de barrotes invisibles se auto encarcel\u00f3 al volar mis [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":279,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[366],"tags":[65,131,132,31,28,21,44,5,116,29],"class_list":["post-932","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-corazon","tag-esperanza","tag-flores","tag-lagrimas","tag-pena","tag-poema","tag-poema-de-amor-y-muerte","tag-poesia","tag-sentir","tag-tristeza"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/932","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=932"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/932\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":934,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/932\/revisions\/934"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/279"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=932"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=932"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=932"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}