{"id":4,"date":"2005-01-01T11:14:12","date_gmt":"2005-01-01T14:14:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/art\/relatos\/?p=4"},"modified":"2020-07-04T19:13:32","modified_gmt":"2020-07-04T22:13:32","slug":"te-de-amapolas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/2005\/01\/01\/te-de-amapolas\/","title":{"rendered":"T\u00e9 de amapolas"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Tengo en mis manos el m\u00e1s ferviente recuerdo\nde mi madre, el \u00fanico que guarde junto a su fotograf\u00eda y su ciencia: el Tomo VI\ndel Diccionario Enciclop\u00e9dico Popular Ilustrado, aquel impreso en Barcelona,\naquel con el cual recorrimos en segundos Londres y miles de territorios m\u00e1s sin\nsalir de nuestro hogar. Sin olvidar sus palabras subrayadas con vidriosa\nmirada, al fin comprendo su significado: \u00a1Hermoso el T\u00e1mesis! \u00a1Hermoso! \u00a1y el\ngrandioso Ben siempre la misma hora! La eterna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">2005<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tengo en mis manos el m\u00e1s ferviente recuerdo de mi madre, el \u00fanico que guarde junto a su fotograf\u00eda y su ciencia: el Tomo VI del Diccionario Enciclop\u00e9dico Popular Ilustrado, aquel impreso en Barcelona, aquel con el cual recorrimos en segundos Londres y miles de territorios m\u00e1s sin salir de nuestro hogar. Sin olvidar sus [&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-4","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microrrelatos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4","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=4"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}