{"id":10485,"date":"2024-09-20T08:47:14","date_gmt":"2024-09-20T08:47:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=10485"},"modified":"2024-09-23T11:31:53","modified_gmt":"2024-09-23T11:31:53","slug":"10485","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=10485","title":{"rendered":"La Vida se Marcha como un Suspiro (Rima)"},"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=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" data-src=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/city-8504709_1280-1024x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4692 size-full lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 1024px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 1024\/1024;\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La vida se marcha como un suspiro,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Como el canto de orop\u00e9ndolas en giro,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Se diluye en las olas del mar,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Como el llanto, que en sirenas va a dar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y todo fluye, todo sigue,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Se mece en el p\u00e9ndulo que vive,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De la ara\u00f1a interminable en su andar,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Que gime con el ta\u00f1ido al pasar,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y los hombres de alabastro caen,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Exhaustos en su vida perecen,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Los cuerpos, de la vida ya descansan,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Se deterioran, en sombras se desvanecen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Como si nunca hubieran existido,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y la vida, terriblemente, sigue su latido,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Como si nada hubiera acontecido.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Telas de ara\u00f1a de algod\u00f3n tan blanco,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Que envuelven el rizo de mi primer encanto,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La caricia de una mano femenina,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Que en el olvido va dejando su rutina.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Se pierden en trazos negros tan lejanos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Que arremolinan pensamientos tan humanos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y buscan desvanecerse, irse ya,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Queriendo de mi vida escapar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Canto \u00e9glogas de los primeros desencuentros,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mientras malvivo, y en el viento, siento<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Que me voy, que me pierdo y muero,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Pero lucho, aunque el sabor de la tuera<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De la derrota que siempre me quema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Persiste el olor de la primera urgencia,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La carne prieta que se dio en la creencia<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De un placer que parec\u00eda no acabar,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y el recuerdo atrapo, aunque quiera escapar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Huida va mi mirada en el espejo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Pero soy yo, aunque no est\u00e9 en reflejo<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mi alma, que en su distante vida,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Se muestra rota, ya desvanecida.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Olvidada, huidiza en sus senderos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Con pliegues de abandono tan sinceros.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y tras ella, el recuerdo sigue,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Persistente en su eco que no me impide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">T\u00fa, en tus pocos a\u00f1os, eres yo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Solo el tiempo cambi\u00f3,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Af\u00e9rrate a los recuerdos y a la vida,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">M\u00edrate al espejo, en la partida,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">T\u00fa eres yo, yo soy t\u00fa en la verdad, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Es as\u00ed, porque es la \u00fanica realidad.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La vida se marcha como un suspiro, Como el canto de orop\u00e9ndolas en giro, Se diluye en las olas del mar, Como el llanto, que en sirenas va a dar. Y todo fluye, todo sigue, Se mece en el p\u00e9ndulo que vive, De la ara\u00f1a interminable en su andar, Que gime con el ta\u00f1ido al &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=10485\" class=\"more-link\">Leer m\u00e1s<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> \u00abLa Vida se Marcha como un Suspiro (Rima)\u00bb<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10485","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-libros"],"featured_media_urls":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10485","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10485"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10485\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11086,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10485\/revisions\/11086"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10485"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10485"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10485"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}