{"id":636,"date":"2020-02-27T17:34:53","date_gmt":"2020-02-27T17:34:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/?p=636"},"modified":"2020-03-01T09:50:44","modified_gmt":"2020-03-01T09:50:44","slug":"frente-a-vosotros-poema-xxxiv","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/index.php\/2020\/02\/27\/frente-a-vosotros-poema-xxxiv\/","title":{"rendered":"Frente a vosotros (Poema XXXIV)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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S\u00e9 que morir\u00e9 en la playa,<\/span>
\nun d\u00eda gris,<\/span>
\nenvuelto por la lluvia<\/span>
\ny las c\u00e1lidas olas de los momentos tristes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Morir\u00e9 sobre la arena, lejanos<\/span>
\nlos recuerdos, ausentes las gaviotas,<\/span>
\nempapado de nostalgia,<\/span>
\nmientras nace el oto\u00f1o entre mis dedos.<\/span><\/p>\n

S\u00e9 que ser\u00e1 en la orilla,<\/span>
\ntaladrando el horizonte,<\/span>
\nso\u00f1ando con lo hermoso que ser\u00eda,<\/span>
\ntras partir, volver junto a vosotros.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nada tengo que dejaros,<\/span>
\nsino un adi\u00f3s;<\/span>
\nnada quisiera llevarme<\/span>
\nque es agobio cargar con equipaje.<\/span><\/p>\n

S\u00e9 que morir\u00e9 desnudo, solo,<\/span>
\nborracho de sal y de silencio,<\/span>
\npersiguiendo todav\u00eda vuestras huellas<\/span>
\nconfortado por el canto del viento y sus sonrisas.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lectora\/Lector,<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\nsi has llegado hasta aqu\u00ed,<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\nten presente<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\nque estos poemas se escribieron para escapar del dolor.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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De \u00abFrente a Vosotros\u00bb. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 In\u00e9dito<\/span><\/p>\n

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  S\u00e9 que morir\u00e9 en la playa, un d\u00eda gris, envuelto por la lluvia y las c\u00e1lidas olas de los momentos tristes. Morir\u00e9 sobre la arena, lejanos los recuerdos, ausentes las gaviotas, empapado de nostalgia, mientras nace el oto\u00f1o entre mis dedos. S\u00e9 que ser\u00e1 en la orilla, taladrando el horizonte, so\u00f1ando con lo hermoso … <\/p>\n

Continuar leyendo \u00abFrente a vosotros (Poema XXXIV)\u00bb<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-636","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-frente-a-vosotros"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/636","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=636"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/636\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":660,"href":"https:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/636\/revisions\/660"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=636"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=636"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.enriquemoreno.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=636"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}