{"id":177,"date":"2012-04-17T10:44:09","date_gmt":"2012-04-17T08:44:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia7\/?p=177"},"modified":"2012-04-17T10:44:09","modified_gmt":"2012-04-17T08:44:09","slug":"17-escribir-por-asuranceturix","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia7\/17-escribir-por-asuranceturix\/","title":{"rendered":"17- Escribir. Por Asurancet\u00farix"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Una mesa amplia<br \/>\nfrente al jard\u00edn<br \/>\nllena de papeles y l\u00e1pices,<br \/>\ncon los que atrapar las ideas antes de que escapen volando.<!--more--><br \/>\nUna jarra blanca<br \/>\ncon cuatro flores silvestres<br \/>\nreci\u00e9n cortadas por mi hija peque\u00f1a,<br \/>\nmin\u00fasculo resumen de la primavera que apenas asoma.<br \/>\nUn rayo de sol se cuela<br \/>\natravesando el visillo<br \/>\nla luz dorada incendia el vello de mi mano,<br \/>\nque aferrada a uno de esos l\u00e1pices<br \/>\nlo obliga a plasmar con detalle<br \/>\ntodo el desorden que hay en mi mente.<br \/>\nPasa el tiempo<br \/>\ny apenas brotan frutos de esa rama muerta,<br \/>\npero lo poco que cosecho<br \/>\nme llena de placer<br \/>\nporque soy yo, derramada en una cuartilla<br \/>\ny otros beber\u00e1n de m\u00ed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Una mesa amplia frente al jard\u00edn llena de papeles y l\u00e1pices, con los que atrapar las ideas antes de que escapen volando.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[10],"class_list":["post-177","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemas","tag-poemas-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia7\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/177","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia7\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia7\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia7\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia7\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=177"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia7\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/177\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia7\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=177"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia7\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=177"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canal-literatura.com\/Apoesia7\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=177"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}