{"id":587,"date":"2021-04-30T17:43:31","date_gmt":"2021-04-30T17:43:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/?p=587"},"modified":"2021-11-11T17:54:36","modified_gmt":"2021-11-11T17:54:36","slug":"enamoribunda","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/?p=587","title":{"rendered":"enamoribunda"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-layout-2 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:100%\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-layout-1 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:33.33%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-audio\"><audio controls src=\"http:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/04.5.2-Enamoribunda.mp3\"><\/audio><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:66.66%\">\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"> XXXI \n &nbsp;\n Estoy enamoribunda, \n a punto de morir enamorada \n en el muladar de mis propios sue\u00f1os. \n &nbsp;\n Por haber confesado que amo, \n se clausur\u00f3 tu puerta\n &nbsp;\n En los muros ya no existen m\u00e1s balcones \n para espiar tus ojos colmenares. \n &nbsp;\n De tanta sed mi boca es un desierto, \n dunas errantes mis manos quedaron \n hu\u00e9rfanas de tu cuerpo. \n &nbsp;\n Mi llanto es cruel oasis \n con el que te ahogar\u00eda \n porque me duele m\u00e1s \n no mirarte \n a mirarte sin que me mires.   <\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">POEMA: ANDREA MONTIEL<br>M\u00daSICA Y VOZ: DELIA CAFFIERI<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>XXXI &nbsp; Estoy enamoribunda, a punto de morir enamorada en el muladar de mis propios sue\u00f1os. &nbsp; Por haber confesado que amo, se clausur\u00f3 tu puerta &nbsp; En los muros ya no existen m\u00e1s balcones para espiar tus ojos colmenares. &nbsp; De tanta sed mi boca es un desierto, dunas errantes mis manos quedaron hu\u00e9rfanas [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":610,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,30],"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\/587"}],"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=587"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/587\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":601,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/587\/revisions\/601"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/610"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=587"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=587"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andreamontiel.mx\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=587"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}