{"id":549,"date":"2009-06-11T12:05:32","date_gmt":"2009-06-11T16:05:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/?p=549"},"modified":"2010-10-22T10:55:31","modified_gmt":"2010-10-22T14:55:31","slug":"nostalgia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/2009\/nostalgia\/","title":{"rendered":"NOSTALGIA - NEW YORK GRIS"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"ojo-triste\"
\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Primer viaje<\/span><\/p>\n

New York luce gris a trav\u00e9s del imp\u00edo vidrio,<\/span><\/p>\n

Desde la ventana del apartamento no me encuentro<\/span><\/p>\n

y <\/span>tampoco te veo.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cursiler\u00eda barata o soledad.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cu\u00e1l otro nombre le queda a la tristeza.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

Las hojas caen y los esparcidos p\u00e9talos<\/span><\/p>\n

en el camino se abaten con el viento<\/span><\/p>\n

Flamante ceremonia sacra liturgia<\/span><\/p>\n

Ahora s\u00e9 qui\u00e9n eres, consumido fuego.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n

Avanzan los d\u00edas <\/span>inclementes<\/span><\/p>\n

Se posterga el verdor de la esperanza.<\/span><\/p>\n

Afuera absoluta discreci\u00f3n silente.<\/span><\/p>\n

Una g\u00e9lida brisa <\/span>congela el alma.<\/span><\/p>\n

Y me hiere cual filosa espada.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n

Qu\u00e9 cerca y a la vez remoto estamos<\/span><\/p>\n

Escasos son los d\u00edas m\u00e1s todo se diluye<\/span><\/p>\n

Amenazando <\/span>borrar el tenue entorno.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Suspendida en el infinito eterno.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Cursiler\u00eda barata o soledad extasiada<\/span><\/p>\n

Cierro los ojos busco tu mezquino rostro<\/span><\/p>\n

Y tampoco te encuentro.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Nada es audible, los sentidos <\/span>duermen<\/span><\/p>\n

dejan <\/span>su <\/span>forma y se vuelven fantas\u00eda.<\/span><\/p>\n

Y yo, a\u00fan guardo <\/span>c\u00e1lida esperanza!<\/span><\/p>\n

\"rosablanca\"<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Se necesita sentir profunda tristeza para ver gris a la ciudad que nunca duerme.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":247,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5722],"tags":[7545,7543,7541,7544,7542],"class_list":["post-549","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemas-y-frases","tag-calida-esperanza","tag-los-sentidos-duermen","tag-new-york-luce-gris","tag-todo-se-vuelve-fantasia","tag-tristeza-cual-otro-nombre-te-queda"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/549","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/247"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=549"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/549\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2135,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/549\/revisions\/2135"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=549"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=549"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.espol.edu.ec\/lgrodrig\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=549"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}