{"id":621,"date":"2002-10-11T15:09:37","date_gmt":"2002-10-11T17:39:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.linaru.org\/?p=621"},"modified":"2021-11-03T13:10:32","modified_gmt":"2021-11-03T17:10:32","slug":"tu-mirar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/tu-mirar\/","title":{"rendered":"Tu mirar"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"grid kcm\">\n<div class=\"grid__item one-whole portable--auto lap--auto palm--auto\">\n<pre>No es claro el porqu&eacute;,\r\n de tantas miradas efusivas, \r\n de tantos milagros sin palabras, \r\n de tantas creencias sin vida;\r\n&iquest;cu&aacute;ndo encontrar&eacute; en ti, mi vida? \r\n\r\nA la noche no le bastaba un mirar, \r\n los cielos no dejaban de so&ntilde;ar \r\n conmigo, sin m&iacute;, &iexcl;qu&eacute; importa!\r\nlo &uacute;nico que desea es vivir eternidad. \r\n\r\nEse instante transformado en luces,\r\n cayendo del cosmos: la esperanza \r\n de que aprendamos a observar, \r\n encontrar en una t&iacute;mida ense&ntilde;anza \r\nlo que nos despierta para so&ntilde;ar: \r\n\r\nEn la rivera interminable \r\n\tcomo origen del tiempo, \r\n\tsonido que intermitente,    \r\n \tda vida, que termina \r\n \tcerrando los ojos,\r\n cayendo a la verdad.\r\n<\/pre>\n<div class=\"important\">Un mirar esconde el deseo de ser infinito. Ese mirar representa nuestro deseo de vida, ese constante despertar que en alg&uacute;n momento terminar&aacute;, pero si es as&iacute;, &iquest;por qu&eacute; no empezar a entender que est&aacute; detr&aacute;s de un mirar? El vivir y su so&ntilde;ar.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>No es claro el porqu&eacute;, de tantas miradas efusivas, de tantos milagros sin palabras, de tantas creencias sin vida; &iquest;cu&aacute;ndo encontrar&eacute; en ti, mi vida? A la noche no le bastaba un mirar, los cielos no dejaban de so&ntilde;ar conmigo, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/tu-mirar\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5671,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2026,2027,940],"tags":[980,963,971,996,1050,1190,1096,990,1106,1195,1107,1155,966,979,951,1010],"form":[2017],"genre":[1981],"type_image":[2038],"type_audio":[],"type_video":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/621"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=621"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/621\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9062,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/621\/revisions\/9062"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5671"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=621"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=621"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=621"},{"taxonomy":"form","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/form?post=621"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=621"},{"taxonomy":"type_image","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/type_image?post=621"},{"taxonomy":"type_audio","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/type_audio?post=621"},{"taxonomy":"type_video","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/type_video?post=621"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}