{"id":14368,"date":"2025-07-22T08:10:02","date_gmt":"2025-07-22T06:10:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=14368"},"modified":"2025-07-22T08:10:02","modified_gmt":"2025-07-22T06:10:02","slug":"rios-de-colores-rima","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=14368","title":{"rendered":"R\u00edos de Colores (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=\"427\" data-src=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/colour-1152780peque.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-14367 size-full lazyload\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/colour-1152780peque.jpg 640w, https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/colour-1152780peque-600x400.jpg 600w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 640px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 640\/427;\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">R\u00edos que fluyen con tonos dorados,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">de ocres paletas en lienzos pintados.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00c1rboles mustios, sin brotes, sin vida,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">rojos y amarillos, su piel desprendida.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Colores densos, casi cerrados,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">aguardan desnudos, los vientos callados.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Hablan sin labios los troncos erguidos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">mecidos apenas por brisas y olvidos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Crecen con lluvias de oto\u00f1o tard\u00edo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">con nieve fundida en su lento r\u00edo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">despiertan entre las rocas dormidas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">las golpean, las rajan, trazando su vida.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Arbustos crecen, y entre rosales,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">arcos se forman con sus umbrales.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cierran el vado, cierran el paso,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">pero el agua avanza sin miedo al lazo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Canta el arroyo con dulce mara\u00f1a,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">rompe el quebranto que el eco acompa\u00f1a.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Crecen los cauces, crecen los r\u00edos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">huyen del monte, se vuelven brav\u00edos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Bajan al valle, crean vaguadas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">hijas del agua de grandes riadas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Llegan al pantano, muere el camino,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">queda en la presa su eterno destino.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y el canto cesa, callan sus lazos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">como alcanzado por duros brazos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Muere el murmullo, callan los saltos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">todo es llanura, se ahogan los cantos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Todo lo cubre la sombra oscura,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ya nada brilla, ya todo es lodo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">el agua clara perdi\u00f3 su altura,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">presa en el fango que oculta todo.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>R\u00edos que fluyen con tonos dorados, de ocres paletas en lienzos pintados. \u00c1rboles mustios, sin brotes, sin vida, rojos y amarillos, su piel desprendida. Colores densos, casi cerrados, aguardan desnudos, los vientos callados. Hablan sin labios los troncos erguidos, mecidos apenas por brisas y olvidos. Crecen con lluvias de oto\u00f1o tard\u00edo, con nieve fundida en &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=14368\" class=\"more-link\">Leer m\u00e1s<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> \u00abR\u00edos de Colores (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-14368","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\/14368","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=14368"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14368\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14369,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14368\/revisions\/14369"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14368"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14368"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14368"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}