{"id":36,"date":"2019-04-23T11:27:06","date_gmt":"2019-04-23T14:27:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/art\/relatos\/?p=36"},"modified":"2020-07-04T19:12:03","modified_gmt":"2020-07-04T22:12:03","slug":"sueno","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/2019\/04\/23\/sueno\/","title":{"rendered":"Sue\u00f1o"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Los dedos entumecidos, los p\u00e1rpados pegados,\nel goteo interminable de segundos atrasados. Parec\u00eda sumido en un sue\u00f1o\nreparador tras un d\u00eda de arduo trabajo; eran a\u00f1os sin reacci\u00f3n y en aquel o\u00eddo\nrepicando, palabras de amor y hechos de un pasado, ahora, dorado.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Gracias a aquel final aprendi\u00f3 que los\nfantasmas solo <em>existen<\/em> en el temor y\nque un <em>comienzo <\/em>se da en el cambio. Pero, sobre todo, aprendi\u00f3 a\ndesconfiar de lo eterno al ver como se destruye lo inm\u00f3vil en una perilla de\napagado; sombras. <em>Odio los d\u00edas que parecen a\u00f1os<\/em>, despert\u00f3 gritando.<\/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>Los dedos entumecidos, los p\u00e1rpados pegados, el goteo interminable de segundos atrasados. Parec\u00eda sumido en un sue\u00f1o reparador tras un d\u00eda de arduo trabajo; eran a\u00f1os sin reacci\u00f3n y en aquel o\u00eddo repicando, palabras de amor y hechos de un pasado, ahora, dorado. Gracias a aquel final aprendi\u00f3 que los fantasmas solo existen en el [&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-36","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microrrelatos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36","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=36"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}