{"id":113,"date":"2015-03-08T19:49:25","date_gmt":"2015-03-08T18:49:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/retortillo.ink\/?p=113"},"modified":"2015-03-08T19:49:25","modified_gmt":"2015-03-08T18:49:25","slug":"amanece","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/retortillo.ink\/?p=113","title":{"rendered":"AMANECE"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>AMANECE<a href=\"http:\/\/192.168.0.31\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/2015-03-07-13.08.20.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"  wp-image-114 alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/192.168.0.31\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/2015-03-07-13.08.20-300x169.jpg\" alt=\"2015-03-07 13.08.20\" width=\"488\" height=\"275\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nTriste y en silencio<br \/>\nse desvanece la noche,<br \/>\nsombra escrutada<br \/>\npor la mirada errante<br \/>\ndel caminante<br \/>\nque, parado a descansar<br \/>\nde la fatiga de entonces,<br \/>\ncontempla c\u00f3mo en el infinito<br \/>\nse despereza esa \u00edgnea esfera<br \/>\nque le hace bajar la mirada<br \/>\ny no le permite hacerle frente.<\/p>\n<p>AMANECE<br \/>\nY, sin embargo,<br \/>\nno es un d\u00eda nuevo.<a href=\"http:\/\/192.168.0.31\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/2014-03-28-12.47.27.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"  wp-image-115 alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/192.168.0.31\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/2014-03-28-12.47.27-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"2014-03-28 12.47.27\" width=\"442\" height=\"331\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nSon los mismos \u00e1rboles,<br \/>\nson las mismas gentes,<br \/>\nes el mismo cielo,<br \/>\nsomos los de siempre.<br \/>\nPorque el camino es pedregoso,<br \/>\nangosta la vereda,<br \/>\nescarpada la cumbre,<br \/>\ne inquietante la senda.<\/p>\n<p>AMANECE<br \/>\nEs domingo y el alma se retuerce<br \/>\ncansada de tanto vac\u00edo<br \/>\ny tanto denuedo.<br \/>\nQuisiera salir a la calle<br \/>\na ver pasar a la gente<br \/>\npara as\u00ed poder decirles<br \/>\nque estoy cansado<br \/>\ny el \u00e1nimo me escuece.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>AMANECE Triste y en silencio se desvanece la noche, sombra escrutada por la mirada errante del caminante que, parado a descansar de la fatiga de entonces, contempla c\u00f3mo en el infinito se despereza esa \u00edgnea esfera que le hace bajar la mirada y no le permite hacerle frente. AMANECE Y, sin embargo, no es un &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/retortillo.ink\/?p=113\" class=\"more-link\">Continuar leyendo<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> \u00abAMANECE\u00bb<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/retortillo.ink\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/retortillo.ink\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/retortillo.ink\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/retortillo.ink\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/retortillo.ink\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=113"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/retortillo.ink\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/retortillo.ink\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=113"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/retortillo.ink\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=113"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/retortillo.ink\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=113"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}