{"id":79,"date":"2015-03-10T18:47:41","date_gmt":"2015-03-10T18:47:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com\/?page_id=79"},"modified":"2025-07-16T16:27:34","modified_gmt":"2025-07-16T16:27:34","slug":"3-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/?page_id=79","title":{"rendered":"3"},"content":{"rendered":"<ul>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify;\"><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<table style=\"border-color: #ffffff; height: 363px;\" border=\"0\" width=\"834\" cellpadding=\"0\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td>3<\/p>\n<p>Cuando explote y desaparezca el sol<\/p>\n<p>Los girasoles mirar\u00e1n su recorrido vac\u00edo<\/p>\n<p>con ojos invisibles<\/p>\n<p>con un movimiento inservible<\/p>\n<p>girando viciosos de este a oeste<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfseguir\u00e1 el lobo aullando<br \/>\nal disco oscuro de la luna?<br \/>\npor qu\u00e9 no<br \/>\nEl hombre sigui\u00f3 vivo<br \/>\nchupando su sangre como un zombi<br \/>\ndespu\u00e9s de haber muerto<br \/>\nen el sue\u00f1o de su ni\u00f1ez<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<table border=\"0\" width=\"834\" cellpadding=\"0\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 826px;\">3<\/p>\n<p>When the sun explodes and disappears<br \/>\nthe sunflowers will look at its empty path<br \/>\nwith eyes that are invisible<br \/>\nwith a movement that is not feasible<\/p>\n<p>turning spoiled from east to west<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Will the wolf keep on howling<\/p>\n<p>At the dark disk of the Moon?<\/p>\n<p>why not<\/p>\n<p>the mankind remained alive<\/p>\n<p>sucking their blood as a zombie<\/p>\n<p>after all men died<\/p>\n<p>in the dream of their childhood<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/td>\n<td><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>3 Cuando explote y desaparezca el sol Los girasoles mirar\u00e1n su recorrido vac\u00edo con ojos invisibles con un movimiento inservible girando viciosos de este a oeste \u00bfseguir\u00e1 el lobo aullando al disco oscuro de la luna? por qu\u00e9 no El hombre sigui\u00f3 vivo chupando su sangre como un zombi despu\u00e9s de haber muerto en el&#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-79","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/79","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=79"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/79\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":600,"href":"https:\/\/www.poesiadebettinarocha.com.ar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/79\/revisions\/600"}],"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=79"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}