{"id":7247,"date":"2021-10-17T13:03:04","date_gmt":"2021-10-17T18:03:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/joyazul.net\/?p=7247"},"modified":"2021-10-17T13:04:13","modified_gmt":"2021-10-17T18:04:13","slug":"el-oleaje-del-respiro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/?p=7247","title":{"rendered":"El oleaje del respiro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\">Tal vez no me di cuenta, andando con la prisa, pasando como el viento que, tan ordinario, se deja sentir y se nota solo el fastidio del roce del cabello despeinado que pasa entre las pesta\u00f1as, pero sin apreciar el delicado roce como una amorosa caricia. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\">Supongo que es extra\u00f1o, una ilusi\u00f3n que no tiene pasos, no tiene tiempo y sin embargo, sigue con rapidez la carrera del presente que constantemente quiere tocar al futuro y se da cuenta de que no deja de ser presente. \u00bfQu\u00e9 es esto que se para en el respiro cuando llega el miedo?&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\">La pausa secreta del respiro.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\">Si llegase el olvido y si me olvidase de volver a tomar aire y&#8230;&nbsp; <\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\">Es entonces cuando, me doy cuenta de que, si no atiendo, me voy muriendo.<br>Necesito volver a respirar&#8230;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\">Es tan silenciosa la pausa entre la exhalaci\u00f3n y la inhalaci\u00f3n.<br>Hay tanta paz en ese momento&#8230;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\"><br>Si olvido el ritmo del vaiv\u00e9n de mis olas, dejando atr\u00e1s el interminable oleaje de las prisas&#8230;<br>Me dejo caer en esa pausa y no inhalo m\u00e1s&#8230;<br>Y si&#8230;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\"><span style=\"font-size: 13pt; color: #1d0a92; font-family: Harrington; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika;\">Peregrinando en la pausa del respirar.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-923 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/joyazul.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/02\/danzo-con-el-color-300x141.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"141\" srcset=\"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/02\/danzo-con-el-color-300x141.jpg 300w, https:\/\/joyazul.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/02\/danzo-con-el-color.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tal vez no me di cuenta, andando con la prisa, pasando como el viento que, tan ordinario, se deja sentir y se nota solo el fastidio del roce del cabello despeinado que pasa entre las pesta\u00f1as, pero sin apreciar el delicado roce como una amorosa caricia. Supongo que es extra\u00f1o, una ilusi\u00f3n que no tiene [&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":[1,10,551],"tags":[1838,87,748,2093,865],"class_list":["post-7247","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","category-danza","category-joyas-interiores","tag-danza","tag-meditacion","tag-muerte","tag-respirar","tag-vida"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7247","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=7247"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7247\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7249,"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7247\/revisions\/7249"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7247"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7247"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joyazul.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7247"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}