{"id":124,"date":"2011-09-10T10:54:00","date_gmt":"2011-09-10T10:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/?p=124"},"modified":"2011-09-10T10:54:00","modified_gmt":"2011-09-10T10:54:00","slug":"hacia-el-final-del-laberinto-de-rosendo-tello","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/?p=124","title":{"rendered":"Hacia el final del laberinto, de Rosendo Tello"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Gran poema del libro <span>Hacia el final del laberinto, <\/span>de Rosendo Tello.<\/p>\n<p><span>Revelaci\u00f3n en negro<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Con coraz\u00f3n cansado y cuerpo enfermo<br \/>empiezo a verme ya, perdido el pulso<br \/>de d\u00edas juveniles. Sin aliento,<br \/>pues todo lo que he sido y ya no soy<br \/>certifica el futuro que me aguarda:<br \/>un libro deshojado entre las piedra,<br \/>la sombra contra un muro, la esperanza<br \/>como un reloj sin cuerda, agraces frutos<br \/>que habr\u00e1n de madurar al pie del \u00e1rbol<br \/>que abati\u00f3 el hurac\u00e1n de la existencia.<br \/>Condicional fue el tiempo de mi vida<br \/>Y al fin ya soy el incondicional<br \/>Pasajero que avanza hacia la nada.<br \/>Si me levanto, ignoro a qu\u00e9 he venido,<br \/>Y al acostarme ensayo la postura<br \/>Que adoptar\u00e9 cuando me venza el sue\u00f1o<br \/>Y mis ojos se cierren para siempre.<br \/>Revelaci\u00f3n en negro de la vida,<br \/>Fotograf\u00eda de un desconocido<br \/>Que el tiempo borrar\u00e1 con su silencio.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gran poema del libro Hacia el final del laberinto, de Rosendo Tello. Revelaci\u00f3n en negro Con coraz\u00f3n cansado y cuerpo enfermoempiezo a verme ya, perdido el pulsode d\u00edas juveniles. Sin aliento,pues todo lo que he sido y ya no soycertifica &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/?p=124\">Sigue leyendo <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-124","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9NjCT-20","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/124","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=124"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/124\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=124"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=124"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=124"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}