{"id":6246,"date":"2024-03-26T07:31:26","date_gmt":"2024-03-26T07:31:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?page_id=6246"},"modified":"2024-03-26T07:31:27","modified_gmt":"2024-03-26T07:31:27","slug":"me-crio-el-viento-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?page_id=6246","title":{"rendered":"Me Crio El Viento"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text is-stacked-on-mobile is-vertically-aligned-top\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" data-src=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/ai-generated-8463873peque.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6247 size-full lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 640px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 640\/480;\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Me crio el viento<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">El que sopla<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">En las callejas<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De la ciudad vieja<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De los callejones<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">El que trae la brisa<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De la atardecida<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y despierta en la amanecida<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Crec\u00ed con el sol<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cuando deslumbra<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cuando te escondes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dolido de blancura,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cuando buscas<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">En la sombra, la amiga<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A retarlo en la atardecida<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Buscando el consuelo<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De la calleja perdida<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Del amigo parque<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De \u00e1rboles henchido,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De la brisa perturbadora<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De mi mediterr\u00e1neo<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De la brisa del rio<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De los \u00e1lamos en la ribera<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Del verdor de la hierba<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Al color del oscurecer<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De la tranquilidad<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cuando se esconde<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cuando cesa su camino.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Me educ\u00f3 la tarde<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Donde amar a escondidas<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De los besos robados<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">En las oscuras esquinas<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Del esquivo placer,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">del tocar furtivo<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Donde todo es caliente<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">H\u00famedo y ardiente<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Morir\u00e9 con el rio<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">En su corriente<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mecidos en \u00e9l,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;mis cansados huesos<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Agotados, destruidos<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y me dejar\u00e9 llevar<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Por el sonido de la corriente<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Calma de calor ardiente<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y llegar\u00e9 al mar<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Peque\u00f1o y caliente<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mi mar peque\u00f1o y sucio<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mi atardecer, el de siempre.<strong><br><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Me crio el viento El que sopla En las callejas De la ciudad vieja De los callejones El que trae la brisa De la atardecida Y despierta en la amanecida Crec\u00ed con el sol Cuando deslumbra Cuando te escondes Dolido de blancura, Cuando buscas En la sombra, la amiga A retarlo en la atardecida Buscando &hellip; 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