{"id":32,"date":"2019-04-23T11:25:26","date_gmt":"2019-04-23T14:25:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/art\/relatos\/?p=32"},"modified":"2020-07-04T19:12:15","modified_gmt":"2020-07-04T22:12:15","slug":"namaste","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/2019\/04\/23\/namaste\/","title":{"rendered":"Namast\u00e9"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">El\u00e1stica, c\u00edclica, eterna; su exquisito cuerpo\nes luz; es <em>rueda<\/em>. \u00ab<em>India es mi lugar en el mundo<\/em>\u00bb, garantiza\nmientras muda de postura. No hago otra cosa que afirmar sus palabras.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Su <em>conjunto <\/em>conoce de arena y mareas: <em>entrena\n<\/em>su <em>espiritualidad <\/em>con la caricia del viento costero en cada uno de\nsus viajes; <em>primera<\/em>, <em>cinco estrellas<\/em>. Dice que el mar de\nTailandia es \u00fanico y que por momentos se le va la mano con el <em>b\u00f3tox<\/em>. Sonriendo apoya la jerarqu\u00eda de\nclases por sobre las dem\u00e1s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Prende la TV, pone <em>Am\u00e9rica<\/em>, se prepara\nun <em>expresso<\/em>, me despide uniendo sus manos y murmurando entre anaranjados\ny blancos: \u00ab<em>no hay m\u00e1s t\u00e9<\/em>\u00bb. La puerta siempre se cierra en mi cara.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">2019.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El\u00e1stica, c\u00edclica, eterna; su exquisito cuerpo es luz; es rueda. \u00abIndia es mi lugar en el mundo\u00bb, garantiza mientras muda de postura. No hago otra cosa que afirmar sus palabras. Su conjunto conoce de arena y mareas: entrena su espiritualidad con la caricia del viento costero en cada uno de sus viajes; primera, cinco estrellas. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microrrelatos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32","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=32"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}