{"id":1364,"date":"2015-06-19T10:58:39","date_gmt":"2015-06-19T18:58:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dff-monolith.com\/?page_id=1364"},"modified":"2023-11-08T15:26:46","modified_gmt":"2023-11-08T23:26:46","slug":"cortejo-lxii-schabat","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/davidrosenmann-taub.com\/es\/examples\/cortejo-lxii-schabat\/","title":{"rendered":"Cortejo y Epinicio : LXII SCHABAT"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Cortejo y Epinicio<\/h1>\r\n<h2>LXII<br \/>SCHABAT<\/h2>\r\n<p class=\"play-link\">Escuchar al autor.\r\n<audio controls title=\"Cortejo y Epinicio : LXII SCHABAT\">\r\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<source src=\"\/audio\/schabat.mp3\" type=\"audio\/mpeg\">\r\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Your browser does not support the AUDIO element\u2026.\r\n<\/audio><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"half-centered\"><span class=\"padtext\">&nbsp;<\/span>Con los ojos sellados, vesperal,<br \/>\r\n  ante los candelabros relucientes<br \/>\r\n  de s&aacute;bado, mi madre. La penumbra<br \/>\r\n  lisonjea sus cuerdas. Desfallece<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"half-centered\"><span class=\"padtext\">&nbsp;<\/span>la hora entre las velas encendidas.<br \/>\r\n  Los muertos se sacuden -- fiebre --: huestes<br \/>\r\n  de fiesta, sin piedad, cual candelabros,&nbsp;<br \/>\r\n  peregrinan espejos. Desde el viernes,<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"half-centered\"><span class=\"padtext\">&nbsp;<\/span>avara, la agon&iacute;a. En los cristales,<br \/>\r\n  atolondrado de fragor, el sol,<br \/>\r\n  filacteria de adi&oacute;s, cree so&ntilde;ar.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"half-centered\"><span class=\"padtext\">&nbsp;<\/span>La casa es un sollozo. El horizonte<br \/>\r\n  cruza la casa: rostro del crep&uacute;sculo<br \/>\r\n  ido entre lo jam&aacute;s y lo jam&aacute;s.<\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Cortejo y Epinicio LXIISCHABAT Escuchar al autor. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Your browser does not support the AUDIO element\u2026. &nbsp;Con los ojos sellados, vesperal, ante los candelabros relucientes de s&aacute;bado, mi madre. La penumbra lisonjea sus cuerdas. Desfallece &nbsp;la hora entre las velas encendidas. Los muertos se sacuden &#8212; fiebre &#8211;: huestes de fiesta, sin piedad, cual candelabros,&nbsp; [&hellip;]","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":542,"menu_order":57,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1364","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidrosenmann-taub.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1364","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidrosenmann-taub.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidrosenmann-taub.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidrosenmann-taub.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidrosenmann-taub.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1364"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/davidrosenmann-taub.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1364\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5784,"href":"https:\/\/davidrosenmann-taub.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1364\/revisions\/5784"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidrosenmann-taub.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/542"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidrosenmann-taub.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1364"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}