{"id":600,"date":"2019-10-03T22:58:19","date_gmt":"2019-10-03T20:58:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/?p=600"},"modified":"2020-07-04T23:38:30","modified_gmt":"2020-07-04T21:38:30","slug":"tengo-manias-y-tristezas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/tengo-manias-y-tristezas\/","title":{"rendered":"Tengo man\u00edas y tristezas"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_607\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-607\" style=\"width: 720px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-large wp-image-607\" src=\"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/DSCN1402-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"720\" height=\"540\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/DSCN1402-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/DSCN1402-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/DSCN1402-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/DSCN1402-1920x1440.jpg 1920w, https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/DSCN1402-720x540.jpg 720w, https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/DSCN1402-580x435.jpg 580w, https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/DSCN1402-320x240.jpg 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 720px) 100vw, 720px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-607\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Playa Guachalito, Pac\u00edfico colombiano. Septiembre de 2016<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Tengo man\u00edas y tristezas.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Tengo recuerdos vivos que pesan como piedras<\/span>.<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Ayer es un lugar,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">\u00a0y tambi\u00e9n un dolor,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">\u00a0y tambi\u00e9n un no saber<\/span>.<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Un pozo con un nene llamado Julen dentro<\/span>,<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">un temblor en los labios,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">un tsunami despiadado.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Una l\u00e1grima f\u00f3sil.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Una carrera contra el tiempo.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Un tobog\u00e1n de agua que cae al mar.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Un silencio rotundo<\/span>,<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">una canci\u00f3n favorita,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">un cuerpo de mujer desollado<\/span>.<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Ampollas en los dedos.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Dientes que friccionan<\/span>.<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Manos que se extienden<\/span>.<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Ciudades que se extinguen.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Olores que regresan.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Piel entre los dedos<\/span>,<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">alcohol que no emborracha<\/span>,<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">pastillitas que\u00a0 calman.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">El verde de los \u00e1rboles<\/span>.<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Y c\u00f3mo te meces en la hamaca<\/span>.<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">La lluvia en la ventana<\/span>,<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">el aire a las cinco de la ma\u00f1ana.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Las u\u00f1as que se parten<\/span>,<\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">las erupciones del estr\u00e9s.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">El viaje de regreso.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">El oc\u00e9ano siempre en medio.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tengo man\u00edas y tristezas. Tengo recuerdos vivos que pesan como piedras. Ayer es un lugar, \u00a0y tambi\u00e9n un dolor, \u00a0y tambi\u00e9n un no saber. Un pozo con un nene llamado Julen dentro, un temblor en los labios, un tsunami despiadado. Una l\u00e1grima f\u00f3sil. Una carrera contra el tiempo. Un tobog\u00e1n de agua que cae al [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":607,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-600","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-interior"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/600","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=600"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/600\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1095,"href":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/600\/revisions\/1095"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/607"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=600"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=600"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.desdeadentro.es\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=600"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}