{"id":6054,"date":"2014-07-02T12:04:04","date_gmt":"2014-07-02T17:04:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/joyazul.net\/?p=6054"},"modified":"2014-07-02T12:04:04","modified_gmt":"2014-07-02T17:04:04","slug":"nostos-%ce%bd%cf%8c%cf%83%cf%84%ce%bf%cf%82","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/?p=6054","title":{"rendered":"Nostos  \u03bd\u03cc\u03c3\u03c4\u03bf\u03c2"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-6057 alignnone\" alt=\"nostos\" src=\"http:\/\/joyazul.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/nostos.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"267\" srcset=\"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/nostos.jpg 400w, https:\/\/joyazul.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/nostos-300x200.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\"><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\">Louise Gl\u00fcck, escribi\u00f3 este hermoso poema. Nostos es una palabra griega que significa \u00abregreso al hogar\u00bb. \u00a0Al leerlo, se me antoj\u00f3 caminar por las calles de mi amado Coyoac\u00e1n.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\">Hab\u00eda un manzano en el patio &#8211;<br \/>\nesto habr\u00e1 sido<br \/>\nhace cuarenta a\u00f1os &#8211; detr\u00e1s,<br \/>\ns\u00f3lo praderas. Montones<br \/>\nde crocus en el pasto mojado.<br \/>\nYo me paraba junto a esa ventana:<br \/>\nfines de abril. Flores<br \/>\nde primavera en el patio vecino.<br \/>\n\u00bfCu\u00e1ntas veces el \u00e1rbol floreci\u00f3,<br \/>\nde verdad, para mi cumplea\u00f1os,<br \/>\nel d\u00eda exacto, no antes,<br \/>\nni despu\u00e9s? Sustituci\u00f3n<br \/>\nde lo inmutable<br \/>\npor lo que cambia, por lo que evoluciona.<br \/>\nSustituci\u00f3n de la imagen<br \/>\npor la tierra implacable. \u00bfQu\u00e9<br \/>\nes lo que s\u00e9 de este lugar?<br \/>\nEl papel de ese \u00e1rbol confundido por<br \/>\nd\u00e9cadas con un bonsai, las voces<br \/>\nsubiendo desde las canchas de tenis \u2013<br \/>\nLos campos. Olor a pasto crecido, reci\u00e9n cortado.<br \/>\nLo que se espera de un poeta l\u00edrico.<br \/>\nMiramos el mundo una sola vez, en la infancia.<br \/>\nEl resto es memoria.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\">Paseando con los pies del pensamiento,<br \/>\nPeregrina.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 Louise Gl\u00fcck, escribi\u00f3 este hermoso poema. Nostos es una palabra griega que significa \u00abregreso al hogar\u00bb. \u00a0Al leerlo, se me antoj\u00f3 caminar por las calles de mi amado Coyoac\u00e1n. Hab\u00eda un manzano en el patio &#8211; esto habr\u00e1 sido hace cuarenta a\u00f1os &#8211; detr\u00e1s, s\u00f3lo praderas. Montones de crocus en el pasto mojado. Yo [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6054","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","category-literarias"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6054","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6054"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6054\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6060,"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6054\/revisions\/6060"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6054"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6054"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6054"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}