{"id":33,"date":"2009-07-25T16:35:13","date_gmt":"2009-07-25T20:35:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/?p=33"},"modified":"2009-07-28T23:59:38","modified_gmt":"2009-07-29T03:59:38","slug":"miedo-de-tu-amor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/2009\/07\/25\/miedo-de-tu-amor\/","title":{"rendered":"Miedo de tu amor"},"content":{"rendered":"

Tengo miedo de tu piel,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

porque me tiene atrapado<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

como una mosca en la miel.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Me dan p\u00e1nico tus labios,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

porque despu\u00e9s de besarlos,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

te juro cari\u00f1o m\u00edo,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

lo dulce me sabe amargo.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Me da miedo tu mirada,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

bella, tibia, limpia, clara,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

porque al cruzarme con ella<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

dentro de tus ojos vivo<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

y fuera no existe nada.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Tengo miedo de quererte,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

porque despu\u00e9s de probarte,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

vivir sin poder tenerte<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

no es vida, es mil veces muerte.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"emos-0161\"<\/a><\/h3>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Se lo escrib\u00ed a alguien que el tiempo <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

me demostr\u00f3 que no lo merec\u00eda, <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

pero supongo que eso ya da igual.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Lo importante es que en un momento de mi vida, <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

esa persona me hizo sentir as\u00ed <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

y supongo que es algo que tengo que agradecerle.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Es algo que yo mismo me he dedicado a m\u00ed, <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

para mostrarme mis inseguridades <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

y mi forma de sentir y de amar. <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Siempre con miedo. <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

No miedo al amor. <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Miedo al desamor.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Al dolor despu\u00e9s de la risa, <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

al dolor que causa recordar con amor <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

a alguien que ya no te quiere...<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"19145073_gqiygufxwyelxwo\"<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Tengo miedo de tu piel, porque me tiene atrapado como una mosca en la miel. \u00a0 Me dan p\u00e1nico tus labios, porque despu\u00e9s de besarlos, te juro cari\u00f1o m\u00edo, lo dulce me sabe amargo. \u00a0 Me da miedo tu mirada, bella, tibia, limpia, clara, porque al cruzarme con ella dentro de tus ojos vivo y […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2431,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[497],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2431"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33\/revisions\/35"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/angiemaruri\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}