{"id":3544,"date":"2015-06-03T00:20:42","date_gmt":"2015-06-02T22:20:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/?p=3544"},"modified":"2015-07-31T16:57:50","modified_gmt":"2015-07-31T14:57:50","slug":"matar-a-un-ruisenor-poema","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/?p=3544","title":{"rendered":"Matar a un ruise\u00f1or (poema)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Es un crimen, se lo dijo Atticus a Scout y ella<\/p>\n<p>lo comprendi\u00f3 con la profundidad de los oc\u00e9anos sobre el planeta,<\/p>\n<p>como se comprende la alegr\u00eda de las noches de verano<\/p>\n<p>cuando eres peque\u00f1a y libre.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ah\u00ed est\u00e1 el mundo humano, oscuro y obtuso, empecinado<\/p>\n<p>en aniquilar todo rastro, toda posibilidad, toda ilusi\u00f3n.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHaz lo que hacemos desde siempre, olvida<\/p>\n<p>la alegr\u00eda. No es sano, agota, enferma.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Yo no he matado a un ruise\u00f1or, he sabido de muchos,<\/p>\n<p>he ayudado a proteger o escapar a algunos.<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfEscuchas este canto? Existimos y si no tuvi\u00e9ramos mejor ocupaci\u00f3n<\/p>\n<p>nos considerar\u00edamos la resistencia.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(junio 2015, revisado en julio)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/atticusscout.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-3550\" src=\"http:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/atticusscout.jpg\" alt=\"atticusscout\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/atticusscout.jpg 480w, https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/atticusscout-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 480px) 100vw, 480px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Es un crimen, se lo dijo Atticus a Scout y ella lo comprendi\u00f3 con la profundidad de los oc\u00e9anos sobre el planeta, como se comprende la alegr\u00eda de las noches de verano cuando eres peque\u00f1a y libre. &nbsp; Ah\u00ed est\u00e1 el mundo humano, oscuro y obtuso, empecinado en aniquilar todo rastro, toda posibilidad, toda ilusi\u00f3n. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[315,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3544","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-guerra","category-poemas-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3544","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3544"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3544\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3654,"href":"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3544\/revisions\/3654"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3544"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3544"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mujerpalabra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3544"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}