{"id":64,"date":"2019-07-23T11:38:13","date_gmt":"2019-07-23T14:38:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/art\/relatos\/?p=64"},"modified":"2020-07-04T19:10:59","modified_gmt":"2020-07-04T22:10:59","slug":"pomelero","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/2019\/07\/23\/pomelero\/","title":{"rendered":"Pomelero"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">El sol se filtra entre el pomelero. El espacio\nes m\u00ednimo y, sin esfuerzo, sin cansancio, sin violencia, pasa <em>por ah\u00ed<\/em>.\n\u00bfC\u00f3mo pasa <em>por ah\u00ed<\/em>? \u00bfSer\u00e1 que se refleja en sus hojas? \u00bfSer\u00e1 que un <em>esp\u00edritu<\/em>\njuega con un espejo en ese punto exacto y nos representa al sol m\u00e1s all\u00e1 del\npomelero? Soy un gato queriendo apresar el reflejo. El tiempo,\nla memoria y las semejanzas, [di] simuladas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; No, no se <em>filtra <\/em>por el pomelero, sucede que las hojas son\ntransparentes \u2013 me acerco, inspecciono: textura, color y olor; asiento\nextra\u00f1ado, dudando de la <em>certeza<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; \u00bfY los frutos?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Tambi\u00e9n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; \u00bfY las sombras? \u00bfPor qu\u00e9 hay sombras?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Porque no hay pomelero.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">2019.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El sol se filtra entre el pomelero. El espacio es m\u00ednimo y, sin esfuerzo, sin cansancio, sin violencia, pasa por ah\u00ed. \u00bfC\u00f3mo pasa por ah\u00ed? \u00bfSer\u00e1 que se refleja en sus hojas? \u00bfSer\u00e1 que un esp\u00edritu juega con un espejo en ese punto exacto y nos representa al sol m\u00e1s all\u00e1 del pomelero? Soy un [&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-64","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microrrelatos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64","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=64"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}