{"id":86,"date":"2019-09-27T16:53:42","date_gmt":"2019-09-27T19:53:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/art\/relatos\/?p=86"},"modified":"2020-07-04T19:10:46","modified_gmt":"2020-07-04T22:10:46","slug":"bailarina","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/2019\/09\/27\/bailarina\/","title":{"rendered":"Bailarina"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ella duerme c\u00f3mo bailarina. No s\u00e9 si <em>estar\u00e1<\/em>\nentre<em> tambores y danzas<\/em> o si solo es una pose. Tampoco s\u00e9 en que\nposici\u00f3n duermen las bailarinas, siquiera que sue\u00f1an. Solo s\u00e9 que ella parece\nbailar entre s\u00e1banas que, en breve, su <em>edad<\/em> pedir\u00e1 renovar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La gracia de su mirada <em>escondida<\/em> se\nresiste a un cuerpo que manifiesta, en la penumbra, <em>m\u00fasica cautiva<\/em>. Silencios\nde<em> danza inerte<\/em>; corchea, fusa y semifusa. Silencios veloces,\nintermitentes; <em>burgueses<\/em>. Sus pesados p\u00e1rpados pintados en degrad\u00e9 por\nel cansancio y sus nutridas pesta\u00f1as no me lo impidieron: cruzamos las miradas\ny nos dijimos <em>Hasta ma\u00f1ana<\/em>. Entonces, danzar\u00e1, una vez m\u00e1s, y yo dejar\u00e9\natr\u00e1s la imperceptible a\u00f1oranza de sus ma\u00f1anas y tardes; el alto volumen de su\nrisa. Fluorescencia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ella si sabe con qu\u00e9 sue\u00f1an las bailarinas y\nyo, sue\u00f1o con ella.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(2019)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ella duerme c\u00f3mo bailarina. No s\u00e9 si estar\u00e1 entre tambores y danzas o si solo es una pose. Tampoco s\u00e9 en que posici\u00f3n duermen las bailarinas, siquiera que sue\u00f1an. Solo s\u00e9 que ella parece bailar entre s\u00e1banas que, en breve, su edad pedir\u00e1 renovar. La gracia de su mirada escondida se resiste a un cuerpo [&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-86","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microrrelatos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86","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=86"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=86"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=86"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=86"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}