{"id":15725,"date":"2025-12-23T10:11:56","date_gmt":"2025-12-23T08:11:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=15725"},"modified":"2025-12-23T10:11:56","modified_gmt":"2025-12-23T08:11:56","slug":"la-cigarra-canta-rima","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=15725","title":{"rendered":"La Cigarra Canta (Rima)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text is-stacked-on-mobile is-vertically-aligned-top\" style=\"grid-template-columns:38% auto\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" data-src=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/cicada-2627318peque.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-15726 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>La cigarra canta su vieja tonada,<br>como chicharra que no dice nada.<br>El suelo resuena con su aspereza,<br>canta a la sed, canta a la tristeza.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ya no vuelan aves por los caminos,<br>se ocultan quietas, bajo los pinos.<br>Cualquier intento, hasta respirar,<br>es un modo lento de agonizar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Todo es clamor, todo es ardor,<br>suplicio seco bajo el calor.<br>La vida entera se paraliza,<br>ni el viento cruza, ni hay brisa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>El lagarto se as\u00f3 sin error,<br>y bajo una piedra busc\u00f3 frescor.<br>Es el verano cruel del sur,<br>bajo cielos de un limpio azul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Arenas doradas, tierras heridas,<br>piedras que gritan sus propias vidas.<br>No es peor, tampoco es mejor&#8230;<br>Pero yo lo vivo desde el interior.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La cigarra canta su vieja tonada,como chicharra que no dice nada.El suelo resuena con su aspereza,canta a la sed, canta a la tristeza. Ya no vuelan aves por los caminos,se ocultan quietas, bajo los pinos.Cualquier intento, hasta respirar,es un modo lento de agonizar. Todo es clamor, todo es ardor,suplicio seco bajo el calor.La vida entera &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/?p=15725\" class=\"more-link\">Leer m\u00e1s<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> \u00abLa Cigarra Canta (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-15725","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\/15725","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=15725"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15725\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15727,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15725\/revisions\/15727"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15725"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15725"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pedrocasiano.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15725"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}