{"id":121,"date":"2014-11-02T02:43:10","date_gmt":"2014-11-02T02:43:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/?p=121"},"modified":"2014-11-09T19:49:03","modified_gmt":"2014-11-09T19:49:03","slug":"121","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/2014\/11\/02\/121\/","title":{"rendered":"POEMA"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_53\" style=\"width: 222px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/files\/2014\/11\/DSC04139.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-53\" class=\"wp-image-53 size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/files\/2014\/11\/DSC04139-222x300.jpg\" alt=\"DSC04139\" width=\"222\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/files\/2014\/11\/DSC04139-222x300.jpg 222w, https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/files\/2014\/11\/DSC04139-757x1024.jpg 757w, https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/files\/2014\/11\/DSC04139.jpg 1879w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 222px) 100vw, 222px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-53\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">POEMA PARA JULIO JARAMILLO<\/p><\/div>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #800080\"><strong>NO HA MUERTO<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>No me digan que est\u00e1 muerto<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Porque yo lo estoy oyendo<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Las esquinas de mi barrio,<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Bajo los portales frescos<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Se visten con sus canciones,<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Se llenan de sentimiento.<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>El amor se vuelve rio<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>De l\u00e1grimas en el pueblo<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Y las guitarras florecen<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Pero vestidas de duelo\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Y Julio sigue cantando<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Con el mismo sentimiento<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>La vida sigue vibrando<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Y el viento pasa diciendo<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Con desgarrante dolor<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Con enamorado acento:<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>\u00a1\u00a1No me digan que est\u00e1 muerto<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><em>Porque yo lo estoy oyendo\u00a1\u00a1<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #333333\">(Poema de: VICTOR MORA)<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>NO HA MUERTO No me digan que est\u00e1 muerto Porque yo lo estoy oyendo Las esquinas de mi barrio, Bajo los portales frescos Se visten con sus canciones, Se llenan de sentimiento. El amor se vuelve rio De l\u00e1grimas en el pueblo Y las guitarras florecen Pero vestidas de duelo\u2026 Y Julio sigue cantando Con &hellip; <\/p>\n<p><a class=\"more-link btn\" href=\"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/2014\/11\/02\/121\/\">Seguir leyendo<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9371,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[818],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-121","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sin-categoria","item-wrap"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/9371"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=121"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":169,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121\/revisions\/169"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/ambailon\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}