{"id":56,"date":"2019-06-25T11:35:12","date_gmt":"2019-06-25T14:35:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/art\/relatos\/?p=56"},"modified":"2020-07-04T19:11:12","modified_gmt":"2020-07-04T22:11:12","slug":"elipsis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/2019\/06\/25\/elipsis\/","title":{"rendered":"Elipsis"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00bfComo han llamado al meteorito?, <em>Prometeo<\/em>,\ntambi\u00e9n el \u00e1ngel ca\u00eddo y miles de voces m\u00e1s. Una pausa se hace, el reloj no\ncorre; afon\u00eda. \u00bfCu\u00e1l ha sido el regalo?, Una manzana, una piedra, fuego, decisi\u00f3n;\n<em>S\u00edsifo<\/em> ha vuelto su mirada a la cima, Nunca comprender\u00e1 el porqu\u00e9, pero\nlo sigue haciendo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Desde un rinc\u00f3n se produce la <em>elipsis<\/em>;\nel tiempo tampoco corre ni vuela: se deshace. \u00bfQu\u00e9 crees que estar\u00e1 esperando?,\nNo creo que espere, creo que trabaja y apresura, \u00bfPara qu\u00e9?, Desea regresar. Al\nmenos el regalo sabe a bendici\u00f3n; afon\u00eda. La aguja reanuda su marcha y, entre\npunto y l\u00ednea, se escucha: Muchos regresar\u00e1n.<\/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>\u00bfComo han llamado al meteorito?, Prometeo, tambi\u00e9n el \u00e1ngel ca\u00eddo y miles de voces m\u00e1s. Una pausa se hace, el reloj no corre; afon\u00eda. \u00bfCu\u00e1l ha sido el regalo?, Una manzana, una piedra, fuego, decisi\u00f3n; S\u00edsifo ha vuelto su mirada a la cima, Nunca comprender\u00e1 el porqu\u00e9, pero lo sigue haciendo. Desde un rinc\u00f3n se [&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-56","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microrrelatos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56","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=56"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}