{"id":557,"date":"2021-04-30T17:00:12","date_gmt":"2021-04-30T17:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/?p=557"},"modified":"2021-11-11T17:56:05","modified_gmt":"2021-11-11T17:56:05","slug":"palabras-de-barro-tierno","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/?p=557","title":{"rendered":"PALABRAS DE BARRO TIERNO"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"296\" height=\"352\" src=\"http:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/rnoris.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-558\" srcset=\"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/rnoris.jpg 296w, https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/rnoris-252x300.jpg 252w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 296px) 100vw, 296px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right has-normal-font-size\"><em><strong>a Ra\u00fal Noris<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"> Aquel amigo m\u00edo\n con toda su piel morena\n esculpe hacia la media tarde.\n \n Construye y modela efigies\n ancianas hincadas\n y embarazos al viento.\n \n Mientras sus manos viajan por la arcilla\n el paisaje penetra sus pupilas.\n Y entre sus brazos abiertos\n la piedra y el bronce se confunden.\n \n Aquel amigo m\u00edo\n llora de noche.\n Por eso tiene los ojos negros.\n \n Su mirada se estrella\n cuando habla de los ni\u00f1os de escaso tiempo.\n \n Y sus dedos se alargan\n &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; imprimiendo palabras\n &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; al barro tierno.  &nbsp; <\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>a Ra\u00fal Noris Aquel amigo m\u00edo con toda su piel morena esculpe hacia la media tarde. Construye y modela efigies ancianas hincadas y embarazos al viento. Mientras sus manos viajan por la arcilla el paisaje penetra sus pupilas. Y entre sus brazos abiertos la piedra y el bronce se confunden. Aquel amigo m\u00edo llora de [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":558,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28,23],"tags":[50,54,53,48,46,51,49,52,47],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/557"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=557"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/557\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2199,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/557\/revisions\/2199"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/558"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=557"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=557"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=557"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}