{"id":332,"date":"2007-07-14T17:19:00","date_gmt":"2007-07-14T17:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/caleidoscopio.saraolmos.com\/?p=332"},"modified":"2007-11-21T08:57:01","modified_gmt":"2007-11-21T08:57:01","slug":"contrarios","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/caleidoscopio.saraolmos.com\/?p=332","title":{"rendered":"Contrarios"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold\"><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: bold\">Hoy<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Hoy todo me conduce a su contrario:<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic\">el olor de la rosa me entierra en sus ra\u00edces,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic\">el despertar me arroja a un sue\u00f1o diferente,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic\">existo, luego muero.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Todo sucede ahora en un orden estricto:<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic\">los alacranes comen en mis manos,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic\">las palomas me muerden las entra\u00f1as,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic\">los vientos m\u00e1s helados me encienden las mejillas.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Hoy es as\u00ed mi vida.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic\">Me alimento del hambre.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic\">Odio a quien amo.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic; font-weight: bold\">Cuando me duermo, un sol reci\u00e9n nacido<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic; font-weight: bold\">me mancha de amarillo los p\u00e1rpados por dentro.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Bajo su luz, cogidos de la mano<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic\">t\u00fa y yo retrocedemos desandando los d\u00edas<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic\">hasta que al fin logramos perdernos en la nada.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>(<span style=\"font-weight: bold\">\u00c1ngel Gonz\u00e1lez<\/span>)<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hoy Hoy todo me conduce a su contrario: el olor de la rosa me entierra en sus ra\u00edces, el despertar me arroja a un sue\u00f1o diferente, existo, luego muero. Todo sucede ahora en un orden estricto: los alacranes comen en mis manos, las palomas me muerden las entra\u00f1as, los vientos m\u00e1s helados me encienden las [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-332","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-citas","post-preview"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/caleidoscopio.saraolmos.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/332","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/caleidoscopio.saraolmos.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/caleidoscopio.saraolmos.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/caleidoscopio.saraolmos.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/caleidoscopio.saraolmos.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=332"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/caleidoscopio.saraolmos.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/332\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/caleidoscopio.saraolmos.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/caleidoscopio.saraolmos.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/caleidoscopio.saraolmos.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}