{"id":12,"date":"2018-01-01T11:18:41","date_gmt":"2018-01-01T14:18:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/art\/relatos\/?p=12"},"modified":"2020-07-04T19:13:03","modified_gmt":"2020-07-04T22:13:03","slug":"sea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/2018\/01\/01\/sea\/","title":{"rendered":"Sea"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Los pasos se vuelven sordos en verano y\ncrujiente es el silencio enredado en tallos amarillentos y deshidratados\n \u4e00otra vez no va a pasar, me lo voy a asegurar\u4e00. Las frases se hacen y \ndeshacen en mi cabeza \u4e00ahora vas a ver\u4e00, el calor quema en la\nllema de mis dedos y mi mente niega el misterio \u4e00\u00a1nunca m\u00e1s!\u4e00. Me \nagacho, cubro mi\nrostro con manos temblorosas \u4e00\u00a1no, se\u00f1or!\u4e00, me silencio y, tras besar \nmis dedos \u00edndices enfrentados \u4e00\u00a1jam\u00e1s!\u4e00, tomo coraje y el grito sale \natronado: \u00a1SEA!<\/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>Los pasos se vuelven sordos en verano y crujiente es el silencio enredado en tallos amarillentos y deshidratados \u4e00otra vez no va a pasar, me lo voy a asegurar\u4e00. Las frases se hacen y deshacen en mi cabeza \u4e00ahora vas a ver\u4e00, el calor quema en la llema de mis dedos y mi mente niega [&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-12","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microrrelatos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12","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=12"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}