{"id":49,"date":"2025-05-26T02:56:51","date_gmt":"2025-05-26T02:56:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/?p=49"},"modified":"2025-06-07T15:07:37","modified_gmt":"2025-06-07T22:07:37","slug":"escribir","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/?p=49","title":{"rendered":"Escribir&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-group is-vertical is-layout-flex wp-container-core-group-is-layout-fe9cc265 wp-block-group-is-layout-flex\">\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Son solo manchas en el papel que a al plasmarlas, el lector las convierte en pensamientos que toman sentido y a eso se le llama poesia.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p>~Yeson<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p>A veces el mar me habla<br>como queriendo decir sus secretos<br>otras veces emudece<br>y me ignora.<\/p>\n<cite>~ Yeson<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p>Bajo el azul del cielo<br>las olas rompen contra la arena<br>y las gaviotas<br>sobrevuelan sobre su cuspide<br>bajo la mirada de la espuma del mar<br>observando a la luna que nos deja<br>para que la llagada del astro rey<br>ilumine un nuevo dia.<\/p>\n<cite>~Yeson<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p>?Quien es el verdadero Musico? <br>\u00bfQui\u00e9n conoce la m\u00fasica? <br>\u00bfQui\u00e9n la Toca? <br>O quien la vive <br>As\u00ed mismo, <br>\u00bfQui\u00e9n conoce a Dios? <br>\u00bfEl que conoce la ley? <br>O quien vive a Cristo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>~Yeson<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Son solo manchas en el papel que a al plasmarlas, el lector las convierte en pensamientos que toman sentido y a eso se le llama poesia. ~Yeson A veces el mar me hablacomo queriendo decir sus secretosotras veces emudecey me ignora. ~ Yeson Bajo el azul del cielolas olas rompen contra la arenay las gaviotassobrevuelan&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":234,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[30],"class_list":["post-49","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-start","tag-de-poetas-todos-tenemos-un-poco"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=49"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":365,"href":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49\/revisions\/365"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/234"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=49"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=49"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wachatj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=49"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}