{"id":264,"date":"2018-11-05T21:18:00","date_gmt":"2018-11-05T21:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/?p=264"},"modified":"2023-01-28T22:49:19","modified_gmt":"2023-01-28T22:49:19","slug":"los-tios-del-campo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/?p=264","title":{"rendered":"Los t\u00edos del campo"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignright size-full is-resized\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/Tios-Humberto-y-Nati.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-589\" width=\"427\" height=\"320\" srcset=\"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/Tios-Humberto-y-Nati.jpg 640w, https:\/\/luisalen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/Tios-Humberto-y-Nati-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 427px) 100vw, 427px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Y cuando ard\u00eda el sol en el verano<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nos esperaban siempre all\u00ed, en Malvinas<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>No las islas deseadas, sino el peque\u00f1o pueblo<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Que duerme al sur sanrafaelino de Mendoza<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>El amor siempre listo, las tardes en la chacra<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Y all\u00e1\u2000 atr\u00e1s los m\u00e9danos guardianes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>La vieja chata que parec\u00eda toser<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Los perros compa\u00f1eros<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Los caballos<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mis primos cada uno empezando la vida<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Y estaban ellos<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mis t\u00edos<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Magn\u00edficos los dos en el recuerdo<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>La guitarra y las frutas<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>La comida casera<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sin tanto amor qu\u00e9 triste era el verano<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>La vida que nos lleva por sus tiempos<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nos ha dejados a todos ya muy lejos<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pero era bueno estar acompa\u00f1ados<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Porque all\u00e1\u2000 los sab\u00edamos cantando<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Hoy dicen que no est\u00e1n. Primero la guitarra<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>De mi buen t\u00edo Humberto cort\u00f3 sus dulces trinos<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Y nuestra t\u00eda Nati ahora se fue a escucharlo<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Me puede la tristeza, pero entonces<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Me parece escucharlos<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Y vuelve a arder el sol en el verano<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Y cuando ard\u00eda el sol en el verano Nos esperaban siempre all\u00ed, en Malvinas No&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-264","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/264","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=264"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/264\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":590,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/264\/revisions\/590"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=264"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=264"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luisalen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=264"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}