{"id":339,"date":"2008-06-27T20:43:11","date_gmt":"2008-06-28T01:43:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eloficiodehistoriar.com.mx\/?p=339"},"modified":"2008-06-27T20:43:11","modified_gmt":"2008-06-28T01:43:11","slug":"el-poeta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/eloficiodehistoriar.com.mx\/?p=339","title":{"rendered":"EL POETA&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial\">El poeta no tiene m\u00e1s remedio que hablar<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/strong><strong><span style=\"font-family: Arial\"><o:p>\u00a0<\/o:p><\/span><\/strong><strong><span style=\"font-family: Arial\"><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-family: Arial\"><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-family: Arial\"><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-family: Arial\">No nos espera Dios al fin de la semana.<br \/>\nDuerme, no lo despiertan nuestros gritos.<br \/>\nS\u00f3lo el silencio lo despierta.<br \/>\nCuando se calle todo y ya no canten<br \/>\nla sangre, los relojes, las estrellas,<br \/>\nDios abrir\u00e1 los ojos<br \/>\ny al reino de su nada volveremos. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/strong><span style=\"font-family: Arial\"><o:p>\u00a0<\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: Arial\"><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: Arial\"><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: Arial\"><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-family: Arial\">La paradoja del poeta es que su errada herramienta, la palabra, es una condena a la que no puede renunciar para arribar a ese <em><span style=\"font-family: Arial\">all\u00e1 <\/span><\/em>que rige a este <em><span style=\"font-family: Arial\">aqu\u00ed<\/span><\/em>: \u201cenamorado del silencio\u201d, intuye Paz, \u201cel poeta no tiene m\u00e1s remedio que hablar\u201d. <\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El poeta no tiene m\u00e1s remedio que hablar\u00a0 No nos espera Dios al fin de la semana. Duerme, no lo despiertan nuestros gritos. S\u00f3lo el silencio lo despierta. Cuando se calle todo y ya no canten la sangre, los relojes, las estrellas, Dios abrir\u00e1 los ojos y al reino de su nada volveremos. \u00a0 La [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":249,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[26],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-339","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mundo"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/eloficiodehistoriar.com.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/339","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/eloficiodehistoriar.com.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/eloficiodehistoriar.com.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/eloficiodehistoriar.com.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/249"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/eloficiodehistoriar.com.mx\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=339"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/eloficiodehistoriar.com.mx\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/339\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/eloficiodehistoriar.com.mx\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=339"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/eloficiodehistoriar.com.mx\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=339"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/eloficiodehistoriar.com.mx\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=339"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}