{"id":8514,"date":"2010-01-08T21:30:45","date_gmt":"2010-01-09T01:30:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?p=8514"},"modified":"2010-01-08T21:47:40","modified_gmt":"2010-01-09T01:47:40","slug":"laurel-de-la-india-edwin-ferrer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?p=8514","title":{"rendered":"Laurel de la India \/ Edwin Ferrer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span id=\"_marker\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:&amp;\" lang=\"ES-PR\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">El laurel de la india que lo cobijaba se ha dormido en la plaza, frente a la Iglesia la Monserrate, a la austeridad de su sombra. Mil besos pasaron r\u00e1pidamente sobre\u00a0las pocas ramas, dejando un fino polvo de roc\u00edo cristalizado en cada hoja. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height:14.25pt;\"><span style=\"font-family:&amp;\" lang=\"ES-PR\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"8517\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/?attachment_id=8517\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/pitirre.jpg?fit=93%2C150&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"93,150\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Pitirre\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/pitirre.jpg?fit=93%2C150&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-8517\" title=\"Pitirre\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/encuentroalsur.com\/files\/2010\/01\/pitirre.jpg?resize=93%2C150\" alt=\"\" width=\"93\" height=\"150\" \/>Un pitirre dej\u00f3 su nido p\u00fablico y abriendo sus alas abrazaba el sol contemplando solitario el pasado desde su viejo hogar. Un domingo, v\u00edspera de Nochebuena, despu\u00e9s de la misa sacramental, el padre Geraldo hizo la se\u00f1al de la cruz al ver un inmenso guaraguao llevarle la pareja a otro nido. Dos palomas migratorias intercambiaron s\u00edmbolos y se preguntaron:<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height:14.25pt;\"><span style=\"font-family:&amp;\" lang=\"ES-PR\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">\u00a0&#8212; \u00bfHas visto pasar la tempestad?&#8212; Una de ellas respondi\u00f3: <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height:14.25pt;\"><span style=\"font-family:&amp;\" lang=\"ES-PR\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">&#8212;No, pero ni una sola pluma qued\u00f3. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height:14.25pt;\"><span style=\"font-family:&amp;\" lang=\"ES-PR\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">El nido en el laurel qued\u00f3 tronchado. Los transe\u00fantes que han pasado por sus ruinas han dicho: <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height:14.25pt;\"><span style=\"font-family:&amp;\" lang=\"ES-PR\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">&#8212;Tal vez se cans\u00f3 de su descuido o marchit\u00f3 por falta de agua. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height:14.25pt;\"><span style=\"font-family:&amp;\" lang=\"ES-PR\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">Tan vac\u00edo de sentido como una escoba, se resign\u00f3 sin dar sombras a los enamorados. No hay sentido. \u00bfPorque el laurel qued\u00f3 triste frente a la Monserrate? Para el pitirre no hay misterio ni evidencia, solo su soledad revolotea al sonar de las campanas los d\u00edas de Nochebuena llevando nuevas ramas de esperanza a su nido.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;\" lang=\"ES-TRAD\">\u00a9Edwin Ferrer 12\/26\/2009<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 El laurel de la india que lo cobijaba se ha dormido en la plaza, frente a la Iglesia la Monserrate, a la austeridad de su sombra. Mil besos pasaron r\u00e1pidamente sobre\u00a0las pocas ramas, dejando un fino polvo de roc\u00edo cristalizado en cada hoja. Un pitirre dej\u00f3 su nido p\u00fablico y abriendo sus alas abrazaba [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5533328,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_coblocks_attr":"","_coblocks_dimensions":"","_coblocks_responsive_height":"","_coblocks_accordion_ie_support":"","_crdt_document":"","advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[12989956],"tags":[2083],"class_list":["post-8514","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-plaza-de-los-cuenteros","tag-cuentos","has-post-thumbnail","fallback-thumbnail"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pmbkf-2dk","amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8514","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5533328"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8514"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8514\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8516,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8514\/revisions\/8516"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8514"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8514"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/encuentroalsur.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8514"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}