{"id":109,"date":"2015-06-22T04:25:12","date_gmt":"2015-06-22T04:25:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com\/?page_id=109"},"modified":"2025-07-18T13:38:44","modified_gmt":"2025-07-18T13:38:44","slug":"4-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/?page_id=109","title":{"rendered":"4"},"content":{"rendered":"<table style=\"width: 97.7546%;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 95.1613%;\">4<\/p>\n<p>Las sombras de<br \/>\nlos arboles<br \/>\ncaen por toneladas<br \/>\nse aplastan en<br \/>\nel suelo<br \/>\nNada les queda<br \/>\nde la borrachera<br \/>\nque nos hizo bailar,<br \/>\nanoche, desde<br \/>\nlas nubes hasta<br \/>\nel suelo<br \/>\nlas gotas (fr\u00edas, millones)<br \/>\nse fueron por<br \/>\ntuber\u00edas al Maldonado<br \/>\no se quedaron<br \/>\nen los charcos<br \/>\nen los poros de la calle<br \/>\nBailamos, anoche,<br \/>\ndesde las nubes<br \/>\nhasta el suelo<br \/>\nel sol amarillo<br \/>\nlevanta el agua que<br \/>\nlos arboles tomaron<br \/>\nque las piedras tomaron<br \/>\nnos deja esta resaca<br \/>\nde sombras aplastadas<br \/>\npor el sol<\/p>\n<p>4<\/p>\n<table style=\"width: 108.63%;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 100%;\">The shades of<br \/>\nthe trees<br \/>\nfall by tons<br \/>\ncrush on<br \/>\nthe floor<br \/>\nNothing left<br \/>\nof the drunkenness<br \/>\nthat made us dance,<br \/>\nlast night, from<br \/>\nthe clouds to<br \/>\nthe floor<br \/>\nthe raindrops (cold, millions)<br \/>\ngot away by<br \/>\nthe pipes to Maldonado<br \/>\nor left<br \/>\nin the puddles<br \/>\nin the pores of the street<br \/>\nWe danced, last night,<br \/>\nfrom the clouds<br \/>\nto the floor<br \/>\nthe yellow sun<br \/>\npicks up the water that<br \/>\nthe trees drunk<br \/>\nthat the stones drunk<br \/>\nleaves us this drunken headache<br \/>\nof shades crushed<br \/>\nby the sun<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 357.258%;\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>4 Las sombras de los arboles caen por toneladas se aplastan en el suelo Nada les queda de la borrachera que nos hizo bailar, anoche, desde las nubes hasta el suelo las gotas (fr\u00edas, millones) se fueron por tuber\u00edas al Maldonado o se quedaron en los charcos en los poros de la calle Bailamos, anoche,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":101,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-109","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/109","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=109"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/109\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":637,"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/109\/revisions\/637"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/101"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=109"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}