{"id":43,"date":"2011-01-06T17:36:13","date_gmt":"2011-01-06T16:36:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/?p=43"},"modified":"2011-01-06T17:36:13","modified_gmt":"2011-01-06T16:36:13","slug":"primavera-del-61","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/2011\/01\/06\/primavera-del-61\/","title":{"rendered":"Primavera del 61"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Primavera en el invierno del 61.<\/p>\n<p>Junto a tu pecho, rebosante<br \/>\nde anhelos, de vida nueva,<br \/>\nlas l\u00e1mparas del alma quedan,<br \/>\neternamente encendidas,<br \/>\nescuchando los susurros tiernos<br \/>\nde mi madrugada.<\/p>\n<p>En los anchos campos<br \/>\ny en las luminosas praderas,<br \/>\nmiles de margaritas, cual tapiz irisado,<br \/>\ncrean ramilletes de lluvia,<br \/>\nfrente a la cristalera resplandeciente,<br \/>\nde mi amanecer.<\/p>\n<p>Al pasar los a\u00f1os, aprend\u00ed a vivir<br \/>\nm\u00e1s all\u00e1 de tu vientre, haciendo m\u00eda<br \/>\nla irrepetible poes\u00eda que naci\u00f3<br \/>\naquella primavera del invierno del 61<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Primavera en el invierno del 61. Junto a tu pecho, rebosante de anhelos, de vida nueva, las l\u00e1mparas del alma quedan, eternamente encendidas, escuchando los susurros tiernos de mi madrugada. En los anchos campos y en las luminosas praderas, miles de margaritas, cual tapiz irisado, crean ramilletes de lluvia, frente a la cristalera resplandeciente, de [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[3109],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-43","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-deja-que-el-silencio-hable"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=43"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=43"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=43"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=43"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}