{"id":275,"date":"2012-04-27T17:02:00","date_gmt":"2012-04-27T17:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/?guid=5e07be64982d9ef0cc8b842b83e1f83e"},"modified":"2012-04-27T17:02:03","modified_gmt":"2012-04-27T17:02:03","slug":"blog-en-verso-2012-04-27-170200-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/2012\/04\/27\/blog-en-verso-2012-04-27-170200-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Blog en Verso 2012-04-27 17:02:00"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-LOxJaNYI1tQ\/T5rNNy7bFQI\/AAAAAAAAADA\/lZCWVZ6gPSA\/s1600\/la-india-foto.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"213\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-LOxJaNYI1tQ\/T5rNNy7bFQI\/AAAAAAAAADA\/lZCWVZ6gPSA\/s320\/la-india-foto.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">Tiene sentido, vale la pena<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">a\u00fan con la amargura, a\u00fan con las preguntas que nadie responde,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">caminar los senderos agridulces.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">Me duelen los pies de aquellos caminantes,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">la llaga que no me cura,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">el lodo que entorpece los pasos, el polvo irrespirable,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">hasta el agua que yo me bebo.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">Y as\u00ed seguimos, me acompa\u00f1as, recodos zarzas o puertas.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">Buscando un mundo capaz incluso de nada,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">ese c\u00edclope que todos alimentamos y que ya no me asusta<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">si tomo tu mano.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">Comprender no importa<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">cuando sabes que los colores son todos excepto cada uno, <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">como la negaci\u00f3n absoluta de las cosas,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">pero ah\u00ed est\u00e1n, vienen brillan y hablan,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">iluminan las miradas, los senderos, cada instante&#8230;<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">Quiero seguir ma\u00f1ana porque tiene sentido<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">si tomo tu mano.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">Poema: Ni\u00f1a infinita<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;\">jrc<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-LOxJaNYI1tQ\/T5rNNy7bFQI\/AAAAAAAAADA\/lZCWVZ6gPSA\/s1600\/la-india-foto.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"213\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-LOxJaNYI1tQ\/T5rNNy7bFQI\/AAAAAAAAADA\/lZCWVZ6gPSA\/s320\/la-india-foto.jpg\" width=\"320\"><\/a><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div><span>Tiene sentido, vale la pena<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>a&uacute;n con la amargura, a&uacute;n con las preguntas que nadie responde,<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>caminar los senderos agridulces.<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>Me duelen los pies de aquellos caminantes,<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>la llaga que no me cura,<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>el lodo que entorpece los pasos, el polvo irrespirable,<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>hasta el agua que yo me bebo.<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>Y as&iacute; seguimos, me acompa&ntilde;as, recodos zarzas o puertas.<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>Buscando un mundo capaz incluso de nada,<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>ese c&iacute;clope que todos alimentamos y que ya no me asusta<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>si tomo tu mano.<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>Comprender no importa<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>cuando sabes que los colores son todos excepto cada uno, <\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>como la negaci&oacute;n absoluta de las cosas,<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>pero ah&iacute; est&aacute;n, vienen brillan y hablan,<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>iluminan las miradas, los senderos, cada instante&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>Quiero seguir ma&ntilde;ana porque tiene sentido<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>si tomo tu mano.<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>Poema: Ni&ntilde;a infinita<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>jrc<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":276,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-275","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/23"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clubdepoesia.com\/joseramoncasanova\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}