{"id":162,"date":"2011-03-01T07:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-03-01T07:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/?p=162"},"modified":"2011-03-01T07:00:00","modified_gmt":"2011-03-01T07:00:00","slug":"poemas-para-los-demas-de-angel-guinda","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/?p=162","title":{"rendered":"&quot;Poemas para los dem\u00e1s&quot;, de \u00c1ngel Guinda"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Un libro magn\u00edfico, trasciende y logra que algo quede en el interior del lector.<\/p>\n<p>Del poema \u00abEscribir\u00bb: \u201c<span>Si me quitan la palabra, escribir\u00e9 con el silencio\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Del poema \u00abCredo\u00bb: \u201c<span>No espero la resurrecci\u00f3n de los muertos. Espero la insurrecci\u00f3n de los vivos.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u00abEl peso de lo que pasa\u00bb (poema completo, perteneciente tambi\u00e9n al libro \u00abPoemas para los dem\u00e1s\u00bb):<br \/><span>Lo que le pasa a la Historia es la mentira.<\/span><br \/><span>Al sin techo le pesa el cielo encima.<\/span><br \/><span>Lo que le pasa a la paz siempre es la guerra.<\/span><br \/><span>A la econom\u00eda le pesa la ambici\u00f3n.<\/span><br \/><span>Lo que le pasa al Poder es no poder.<\/span><br \/><span>A la Religi\u00f3n le pesa el fanatismo.<\/span><br \/><span>Lo que le pasa a la vida es la muerte.<\/span><br \/><span>A m\u00ed lo que me pasa eres t\u00fa.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Un libro magn\u00edfico, trasciende y logra que algo quede en el interior del lector. Del poema \u00abEscribir\u00bb: \u201cSi me quitan la palabra, escribir\u00e9 con el silencio\u201d Del poema \u00abCredo\u00bb: \u201cNo espero la resurrecci\u00f3n de los muertos. Espero la insurrecci\u00f3n de &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/?p=162\">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-162","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-2C","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/162","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=162"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/162\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=162"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=162"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oscarbribian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=162"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}