{"id":127,"date":"2011-08-25T10:46:00","date_gmt":"2011-08-25T10:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/?p=127"},"modified":"2011-08-25T10:46:00","modified_gmt":"2011-08-25T10:46:00","slug":"con-las-piedras-con-el-viento-de-jose-hierro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/?p=127","title":{"rendered":"Con las piedras, con el viento, de Jos\u00e9 Hierro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Poema <span>Con las piedras, con el viento<\/span> (1950), de Jos\u00e9 Hierro, uno de los grandes poetas espa\u00f1oles.<\/p>\n<p>Con las piedras, con el viento<br \/>hablo de mi reino.<br \/>Mi reino vivir\u00e1 mientras<br \/>est\u00e9n verdes mis recuerdos.<br \/>C\u00f3mo se pueden venir<br \/>nuestras murallas al suelo.<br \/>C\u00f3mo se puede no hablar<br \/>de todo aquello.<br \/>El viento no escucha. No<br \/>escuchan las piedras, pero<br \/>hay que hablar, comunicar,<br \/>con las piedras, con el viento.<br \/>Hay que no sentirse solo.<br \/>Compa\u00f1\u00eda presta el eco.<br \/>El atormentado grita<br \/>su amargura en el desierto.<br \/>Hay que desendemoniarse,<br \/>liberarse de su peso.<br \/>Quien no responde, parece<br \/>que nos entiende,<br \/>con las piedras, con el viento.<br \/>Se exprime as\u00ed el alma. As\u00ed<br \/>se libra de su veneno.<br \/>Descansa, comunicando<br \/>con las piedras, con el viento.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poema Con las piedras, con el viento (1950), de Jos\u00e9 Hierro, uno de los grandes poetas espa\u00f1oles. Con las piedras, con el vientohablo de mi reino.Mi reino vivir\u00e1 mientrasest\u00e9n verdes mis recuerdos.C\u00f3mo se pueden venirnuestras murallas al suelo.C\u00f3mo se puede &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/?p=127\">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-127","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-23","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127","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=127"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=127"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=127"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=127"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}