{"id":999,"date":"2016-06-18T14:43:22","date_gmt":"2016-06-18T12:43:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=999"},"modified":"2016-06-18T14:43:22","modified_gmt":"2016-06-18T12:43:22","slug":"al-alba-al-tio-del-espejo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/?p=999","title":{"rendered":"Al Alba (Al t\u00edo del espejo)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Al Alba<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

(Al t\u00edo del espejo)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Es al Alba cuando cantas<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

que la arena se muestra majestuosa<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

y tus astros envejecen el roble<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

perdiendo su consistencia<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

la brisa del mar se muestra irrespetuosa<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

y el \u00f3xido de tus ojos pudre el cobre.<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Es al Alba cuando danzas<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

que los ni\u00f1os no juegan: Clamores<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

y las flores someten pastores<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

dejando paso a la demencia<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

los perros se muestran cantores<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

y sufren los piojos mal de amores<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Es al Alba cuando te levantas<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

que la luz del d\u00eda huye pavorosa<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

los astros nocturnos celebran tu ausencia<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

la Luna se marcha de tu lado horrorosa<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

y el Sol suplica clemencia.<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a1Que feo eres cuando te levantas, joder!<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

18 de Junio de 2016<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Al Alba (Al t\u00edo del espejo) Es al Alba cuando cantas que la arena se muestra majestuosa y tus astros envejecen el roble perdiendo su consistencia la brisa del mar se muestra irrespetuosa y el \u00f3xido de tus ojos pudre el cobre. Es al Alba cuando danzas que los ni\u00f1os no juegan: Clamores y las […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9590,"featured_media":695,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[366],"tags":[381,382,136,21,5,24],"class_list":["post-999","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","tag-alba","tag-el-tio-del-espejo","tag-ojos","tag-poema","tag-poesia","tag-vida"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/999","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=999"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/999\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1000,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/999\/revisions\/1000"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/695"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=999"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=999"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laostiaputapoetica.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=999"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}