{"id":13453,"date":"2025-04-27T07:29:56","date_gmt":"2025-04-27T07:29:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=13453"},"modified":"2025-04-27T07:29:56","modified_gmt":"2025-04-27T07:29:56","slug":"las-rosas-rima","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=13453","title":{"rendered":"Las Rosas (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=\"640\" height=\"640\" data-src=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/ai-generated-8370261peque.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-13451 size-full lazyload\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/ai-generated-8370261peque.jpg 640w, https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/ai-generated-8370261peque-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/ai-generated-8370261peque-150x150.jpg 150w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 640px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 640\/640;\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Las rosas, \u00bfcu\u00e1ntas espinas traen?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Menos que la vida, que m\u00e1s desdibuja y cae,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">desenga\u00f1os, traiciones, mentirosos, ladrones,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">todo te sucede mientras vas por rincones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sin saber que en un instante todo cambiar\u00e1,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y el color m\u00e1s vivo en sombras se tornar\u00e1,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">tonos sombr\u00edos que apagan el alma,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">dej\u00e1ndote en vilo, sin calma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Estertores profundos, crujidos que revientan,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">el alma rota con un ruido que revienta,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ojos que no quieren mirar la maldad,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">su profundidad, su inquina y su realidad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Hasta d\u00f3nde llega, a qu\u00e9 oscuro abismo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">a lo que destina su eterno mecanismo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">nosotros, con inocencia ciega y errante,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">caminamos, ignorantes, hacia el instante.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">El menor descuido, cuando todo parece ser paz,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">se nos roba el alma en un susurro audaz,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">que si alg\u00fan d\u00eda regresa, no ser\u00e1 igual,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ser\u00e1 otro ser, distinto, como un mal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y nadie se queja, ni alza los pu\u00f1os,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">todos se resignan, como mu\u00f1ecos sin triunfos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">y ya no resuena la vida, ni florece bien,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">todo lo que vale se desvanece, se va al vaiv\u00e9n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Esas alegr\u00edas que parec\u00edan nuestras,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">desaparecen r\u00e1pido, ya no son fiestas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">nadie debe amarnos, nadie debe amar,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">debemos permanecer vac\u00edos, sin alentar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Inundados de hast\u00edo, como seres errantes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">caminamos vac\u00edos, por ciudades distantes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">donde las locas vanidades se elevan,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">en esas alturas donde nunca el sol se muestra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Aunque los p\u00e1rpados quemen, no hay luz,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">el vac\u00edo es el \u00fanico lujo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">seres devorados por la desidia,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">que viven en lugares donde no hay vida.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">En esos lugares imp\u00edos, inertes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">las almas vac\u00edas llenan sus vertientes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">con enseres que atrapan calma vana,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">hasta que al final, la muerte se hermana.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nada de lo que pasa les salvar\u00e1,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">pues en su vaciedad todo terminar\u00e1.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Las rosas, \u00bfcu\u00e1ntas espinas traen? Menos que la vida, que m\u00e1s desdibuja y cae, desenga\u00f1os, traiciones, mentirosos, ladrones, todo te sucede mientras vas por rincones. Sin saber que en un instante todo cambiar\u00e1, y el color m\u00e1s vivo en sombras se tornar\u00e1, tonos sombr\u00edos que apagan el alma, dej\u00e1ndote en vilo, sin calma. Estertores profundos, &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=13453\" class=\"more-link\">Leer m\u00e1s<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> \u00abLas Rosas (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-13453","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\/13453","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=13453"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13453\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13454,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13453\/revisions\/13454"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13453"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13453"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13453"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}