{"id":57,"date":"2015-03-10T18:38:39","date_gmt":"2015-03-10T18:38:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com\/?page_id=57"},"modified":"2025-07-18T13:08:02","modified_gmt":"2025-07-18T13:08:02","slug":"6-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/?page_id=57","title":{"rendered":"6"},"content":{"rendered":"<table style=\"width: 100.816%;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 97.3684%;\">6<\/p>\n<p>Cotorras verdes, Martinpescador azul<br \/>\nde noche \u00bfqui\u00e9n explica los colores?<\/p>\n<p>Los enfermantes sem\u00e1foros<br \/>\nvigilantes de la calle<br \/>\nbrillan con luz verde clak<br \/>\ny ning\u00fan auto arranca<br \/>\ny ning\u00fan auto frena<br \/>\namarillo clak, verde clak,<br \/>\nse refleja la luz<br \/>\nen la cara pulida de los adoquines<\/p>\n<p>Una mano corre hasta un velador<br \/>\nlo prende, solo ilumina muebles<br \/>\nviejos y un espejo gastado<br \/>\na la altura de la mirada<br \/>\nSe oye clak (ning\u00fan color cambi\u00f3)<br \/>\nclak (ning\u00fan auto arranc\u00f3)<br \/>\nclak<\/p>\n<table>\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td>6<\/p>\n<p>Green parrots, blue kingfisher<br \/>\nat night, who can explain colors?<\/p>\n<p>The irritating traffic lights<br \/>\nstreet watchers<br \/>\nsparkle with green light clak<br \/>\nand no car starts<br \/>\nand no car comes to a halt<br \/>\nyellow clak, green clak<br \/>\nthe light reflects against<br \/>\nthe polished surface of the paving stones<\/p>\n<p>A hand reaches a lamp near the door<br \/>\nand turns it on, it only lights old<br \/>\nfurniture and a worn mirror<br \/>\nleveled with the eyes<br \/>\nA clak is heard (no color changed)<br \/>\nclak (no car moved)<br \/>\nclak<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 271.711%;\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>6 Cotorras verdes, Martinpescador azul de noche \u00bfqui\u00e9n explica los colores? Los enfermantes sem\u00e1foros vigilantes de la calle brillan con luz verde clak y ning\u00fan auto arranca y ning\u00fan auto frena amarillo clak, verde clak, se refleja la luz en la cara pulida de los adoquines Una mano corre hasta un velador lo prende, solo&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":5,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-57","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/57","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=57"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/57\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":624,"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/57\/revisions\/624"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=57"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}