

{"id":721,"date":"2009-11-26T00:07:37","date_gmt":"2009-11-25T22:07:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.josemarg.com\/wp\/?p=721"},"modified":"2009-11-26T00:07:37","modified_gmt":"2009-11-25T22:07:37","slug":"a-ti-solo-se-llega","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/josemarg.com\/wp\/?p=721","title":{"rendered":"A ti s\u00f3lo se llega"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[A TI S\u00d3LO SE LLEGA]<br \/>\nPedro Salinas<\/p>\n<p>A ti s\u00f3lo se llega<br \/>\npor ti. Te espero.<\/p>\n<p>Yo s\u00ed que s\u00e9 d\u00f3nde estoy,<br \/>\nmi ciudad, la calle, el nombre<br \/>\npor el que todos me llaman.<br \/>\nPero no s\u00e9 d\u00f3nde estuve<br \/>\ncontigo.<br \/>\nAll\u00ed me llevaste t\u00fa.<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfComo<br \/>\niba a aprender el camino<br \/>\nsi yo no miraba a nada<br \/>\nm\u00e1s que a ti,<br \/>\nsi el camino era tu andar,<br \/>\ny el final<br \/>\nfue cuando t\u00fa te paraste?<br \/>\n\u00bfQue m\u00e1s pod\u00eda haber ya<br \/>\nque t\u00fa ofrecida, mir\u00e1ndome?<\/p>\n<p>Pero ahorae,<br \/>\n\u00a1qu\u00e9 desterrado, qu\u00e9 ausente<br \/>\nes estar donde uno est\u00e1!<br \/>\nEspero, pasan los trenes,<br \/>\nlos azares, las miradas.<br \/>\nMe llevar\u00edan adonde<br \/>\nnunca he estado. Pero yo<br \/>\nno quiero los cielos nuevos.<br \/>\nYo quiero estar donde estuve.<br \/>\nContigo, volver.<br \/>\n\u00a1Qu\u00e9 novedad tan immensa<br \/>\neso, volver otra vez,<br \/>\nrepetir lo nunca igual<br \/>\nde aquel asombro infinito!<\/p>\n<p>Y mientras no vengas t\u00fa<br \/>\nyo me quedar\u00e9 en la orilla<br \/>\nde los vuelos, de los sue\u00f1os,<br \/>\nde las estelas, inmov\u00edl.<br \/>\nPorque s\u00e9 que adonde estuve<br \/>\nni alas, ni ruedas, ni velas<br \/>\nllevan.<br \/>\nTodas van extraviadas.<br \/>\nPorque s\u00e9 que adonde estuve<br \/>\ns\u00f3lo<br \/>\nse va contigo, por ti.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[A TI S\u00d3LO SE LLEGA] Pedro Salinas A ti s\u00f3lo se llega por ti. Te espero. Yo s\u00ed que s\u00e9 d\u00f3nde estoy, mi ciudad, la calle, el nombre por el que todos me llaman. Pero no s\u00e9 d\u00f3nde estuve contigo. &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/josemarg.com\/wp\/?p=721\">Sigue leyendo <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_ayudawp_aiss_exclude":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,61],"tags":[173,172],"class_list":["post-721","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-literatura","category-poesia-literatura","tag-soledad","tag-solo"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/josemarg.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/721","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/josemarg.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/josemarg.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/josemarg.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/josemarg.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=721"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/josemarg.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/721\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/josemarg.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=721"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/josemarg.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=721"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/josemarg.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=721"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}