{"id":6760,"date":"2017-09-27T09:54:21","date_gmt":"2017-09-27T07:54:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.perdiendo.org\/museodemetralla\/?p=6760"},"modified":"2020-11-22T17:17:39","modified_gmt":"2020-11-22T16:17:39","slug":"memorias","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/perdiendo.org\/museodemetralla\/?p=6760","title":{"rendered":"m\u00e9moires"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/241ad71b-ba20-4678-b1d2-22dbcdbb4daf.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"860px\" \/><\/p>\n<div class=\"pf\">Qu\u00e9 puto loco, dec\u00eda<\/div>\n<h3>1.<\/h3>\n<p>Por el fin<br \/>\ndel sendero<br \/>\nno hab\u00eda fin<br \/>\nni sendero<br \/>\nni ojos<br \/>\nni d\u00edas<br \/>\ny un tipo de azul<br \/>\ndec\u00eda<br \/>\nadi\u00f3s, imb\u00e9ciles, adi\u00f3s<br \/>\ncon vuestras penas.<\/p>\n<h3>2.<\/h3>\n<p>Fue tan desagradable que llor\u00e9 mierda.<br \/>\nAs\u00ed, sin m\u00e1s.<br \/>\nMe iba apestando la nariz entretanto.<br \/>\nQu\u00e9 puto asco.<\/p>\n<h3>3.<\/h3>\n<p>La noche se acab\u00f3 antes<br \/>\nde que pudi\u00e9ramos darnos cuenta.<br \/>\n<em>Qu\u00e9 loco<\/em>, dec\u00eda, <em>qu\u00e9 puto loco<br \/>\nel poeta<\/em>, dec\u00eda.<br \/>\nSiempre intentando escalar una cuerda,<br \/>\ndestrabar el nudo gordiano o el<br \/>\nque fuera.<\/p>\n<p><em>Qu\u00e9 puto loqu\u00edsimo, t\u00eda<\/em>, iba<br \/>\ndiciendo el tipo<br \/>\nmientras su estupidez<br \/>\nle abr\u00eda todas las puertas<br \/>\ny sonre\u00eda al foso.<\/p>\n<p>Est\u00e1bamos condenados<br \/>\na entenderle.<\/p>\n<h3>4.<\/h3>\n<p>La sombra del basti\u00f3n de oro,<br \/>\nla mierda loca bruta puesta<br \/>\nen medio de ninguna parte.<\/p>\n<p><em>Eres lo que escuchas<\/em>, una y<br \/>\notra vez oyendo<br \/>\nestupideces como esa.<\/p>\n<p>La memoria del agua, la memoria<br \/>\nde la memoria, la memoria de las manos<br \/>\nen la guitarra, la memoria de los ojos.<\/p>\n<p><em>Eres lo que escuchas<\/em>.<br \/>\nMadre m\u00eda.\t\t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Qu\u00e9 puto loco, dec\u00eda 1. Por el fin del sendero no hab\u00eda fin ni sendero ni ojos ni d\u00edas y un tipo de azul dec\u00eda adi\u00f3s, imb\u00e9ciles, adi\u00f3s con vuestras penas. 2. Fue tan desagradable que llor\u00e9 mierda. As\u00ed, sin m\u00e1s. Me iba apestando la nariz entretanto. Qu\u00e9 puto asco. 3. La noche se acab\u00f3 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[27],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6760","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cancion-de-cuna-para-un-borracho"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/perdiendo.org\/museodemetralla\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6760","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/perdiendo.org\/museodemetralla\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/perdiendo.org\/museodemetralla\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/perdiendo.org\/museodemetralla\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/perdiendo.org\/museodemetralla\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6760"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/perdiendo.org\/museodemetralla\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6760\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/perdiendo.org\/museodemetralla\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6760"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/perdiendo.org\/museodemetralla\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6760"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/perdiendo.org\/museodemetralla\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6760"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}