{"id":3980,"date":"2019-03-17T08:29:16","date_gmt":"2019-03-17T06:29:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/?p=3980"},"modified":"2019-03-17T08:29:59","modified_gmt":"2019-03-17T06:29:59","slug":"harvest-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/harvest-2\/","title":{"rendered":"COSECHA"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3981\" src=\"http:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/image-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"311\" height=\"227\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/image-1.png 311w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/image-1-300x219.png 300w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/image-1-200x146.png 200w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/image-1-220x162.png 220w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 311px) 100vw, 311px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>COSECHA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Entrar\u00e9 por otras puertas,<br \/>\ncuando la luz me empuje<br \/>\ny el roc\u00edo de la ma\u00f1ana brille<br \/>\nen flores color de rosa y espuma de mar.<br \/>\nComo la primera s\u00edlaba de la noche silenciosa hablar\u00e9<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">de sombras y de \u00e1ngeles azules.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Esa era mi vida.<br \/>\nSoy una chispa, un instante,<br \/>\nuna calavera blanca,<br \/>\nun amanecer,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">un peque\u00f1o pez en un estanque.<br \/>\nNado en el agua, en olores<br \/>\ny en el dulce vino<br \/>\nde una vieja cosecha dorada.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>MARIA DO SAMEIRO BAROSSO<\/strong>, PORTUGAL<br \/>\nTraducci\u00f3n de la poeta y Rafael Carcel\u00e9n<\/p>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>COSECHA Entrar\u00e9 por otras puertas, cuando la luz me empuje y el roc\u00edo de la ma\u00f1ana brille en flores color de rosa y espuma de mar. Como la primera s\u00edlaba de la noche silenciosa hablar\u00e9 de sombras y de \u00e1ngeles azules. Esa era mi vida. Soy una chispa, un instante, una calavera blanca, un amanecer, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3981,"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\/3980"}],"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=3980"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3980\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3982,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3980\/revisions\/3982"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3981"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3980"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3980"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3980"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}