{"id":3704,"date":"2018-10-02T12:06:30","date_gmt":"2018-10-02T10:06:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/?p=3704"},"modified":"2018-10-02T12:18:35","modified_gmt":"2018-10-02T10:18:35","slug":"to-live","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/to-live\/","title":{"rendered":"VIVIR"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3705\" src=\"http:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/image003-300x205.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"205\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/image003-300x205.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/image003-200x137.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/image003.jpg 372w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>VIVIR<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Siento<br \/>\nque mi vida corre<br \/>\ncomo un lento<br \/>\nr\u00edo,<br \/>\nque no tuviese<br \/>\nprincipio ni fin,<br \/>\ncomo si nunca<br \/>\nhubiese nacido,<br \/>\nni existiese<br \/>\nning\u00fan conf\u00edn.<br \/>\nSobre la tierra<br \/>\ncorre mi vida,<br \/>\ntan mezclada<br \/>\nal vivir de los hombres;<br \/>\nmas resuena<br \/>\nde remotos ecos<br \/>\ny de voces misteriosas.<br \/>\nA veces siento pasar,<br \/>\ncomo corriente secreta,<br \/>\nel mudo palpitar<br \/>\ndel universo.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>ALA\u00cdDE FOPPA<\/strong>, Guatemala (1914 \u2013 1980)<br \/>\nDe \u201cPoes\u00eda soy yo\u201d, Poetas en espa\u00f1ol del siglo XX<br \/>\nRaquel Lanseros Y Ana Merino, Colecci\u00f3n Visor de Poes\u00eda<\/p>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VIVIR Siento que mi vida corre como un lento r\u00edo, que no tuviese principio ni fin, como si nunca hubiese nacido, ni existiese ning\u00fan conf\u00edn. Sobre la tierra corre mi vida, tan mezclada al vivir de los hombres; mas resuena de remotos ecos y de voces misteriosas. A veces siento pasar, como corriente secreta, el [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3705,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3704"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3704"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3704\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3707,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3704\/revisions\/3707"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3705"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3704"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3704"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3704"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}