{"id":50,"date":"2011-01-06T17:40:12","date_gmt":"2011-01-06T16:40:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/?p=50"},"modified":"2011-01-06T17:40:12","modified_gmt":"2011-01-06T16:40:12","slug":"dias-de-vino-y-rosas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/2011\/01\/06\/dias-de-vino-y-rosas\/","title":{"rendered":"D\u00edas de vino y rosas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Conocimos d\u00edas de vino y rosas.<\/p>\n<p>Luego vinieron otros, reticentes<br \/>\ne indisciplinados, que enturbiaron el vino<br \/>\ny dejaron mustias las hojas rojas<br \/>\nde nuestras atemporales rosas.<\/p>\n<p>M\u00e1s tarde, agonizantes, se marcharon<br \/>\nnuestros d\u00edas, a vivir sus l\u00e1grimas<br \/>\nen la penumbra del tiempo.<\/p>\n<p>No queda vino, no quedan rosas,<br \/>\nno queda vida, s\u00f3lo el olvido.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Conocimos d\u00edas de vino y rosas. Luego vinieron otros, reticentes e indisciplinados, que enturbiaron el vino y dejaron mustias las hojas rojas de nuestras atemporales rosas. M\u00e1s tarde, agonizantes, se marcharon nuestros d\u00edas, a vivir sus l\u00e1grimas en la penumbra del tiempo. No queda vino, no quedan rosas, no queda vida, s\u00f3lo el olvido.<\/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":[3109,14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-50","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-deja-que-el-silencio-hable","category-poemas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50","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=50"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=50"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=50"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/blancauriarte\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=50"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}