{"id":10,"date":"2018-01-01T11:18:06","date_gmt":"2018-01-01T14:18:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/art\/relatos\/?p=10"},"modified":"2020-07-04T19:13:12","modified_gmt":"2020-07-04T22:13:12","slug":"a-volar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/2018\/01\/01\/a-volar\/","title":{"rendered":"A volar"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Yo, ten\u00eda quince a\u00f1os menos que hoy. Ella, ya\nestaba all\u00ed cuando llegu\u00e9. Era el ser m\u00e1s hermoso que hab\u00eda visto en mi vida.\nLos minutos pasaron, nos miramos, se fue y yo me qued\u00e9, como un chorlito, en\nsilencio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Entonces, acongojado por mi timidez, decid\u00ed\nsalir a tomar aire al balc\u00f3n. Asombrado noto que ella ya estaba all\u00ed. Los\nminutos pasaron, nos miramos, se fue y yo me qued\u00e9, como un chorlito, en\nsilencio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">En ese momento decid\u00ed aprender a volar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">2018<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yo, ten\u00eda quince a\u00f1os menos que hoy. Ella, ya estaba all\u00ed cuando llegu\u00e9. Era el ser m\u00e1s hermoso que hab\u00eda visto en mi vida. Los minutos pasaron, nos miramos, se fue y yo me qued\u00e9, como un chorlito, en silencio. Entonces, acongojado por mi timidez, decid\u00ed salir a tomar aire al balc\u00f3n. Asombrado noto que [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microrrelatos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}