{"id":1000,"date":"2008-11-09T02:13:05","date_gmt":"2008-11-09T02:13:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/?p=1000"},"modified":"2008-11-09T02:13:05","modified_gmt":"2008-11-09T02:13:05","slug":"romanticazo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/2008\/11\/romanticazo\/","title":{"rendered":"Romanticazo"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hoy tengo un d\u00eda de esos tiernos….
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\n**James Blunt: Tears and rain**
\nHow I wish I could surrender my soul;
\nShed the clothes that become my skin;
\nSee the liar that burns within my needing.
\nHow I wish I’d chosen darkness from cold.
\nHow I wish I had screamed out loud,
\nInstead I’ve found no meaning.
\nI guess it’s time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
\nAll pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
\nHides my true shape, like [\u00abDorian Gray\u00bb:http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/The_Picture_of_Dorian_Gray].
\nI’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble.
\nIt’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.
\nHow I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
\nHold memory close at hand,
\nHelp me understand the years.
\nHow I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
\nHow I wish I would save my soul.
\nI’m so cold from fear.
\nI guess it’s time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
\nAll pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
\nHides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
\nI’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble.
\nFar, far away; find comfort in pain.
\nAll pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
\nIt’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.
\nTears and Rain.
\nTears and Rain.
\nFar, far away; find comfort in pain,
\nAll pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
\nIt’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Hoy tengo un d\u00eda de esos tiernos…. **James Blunt: Tears and rain** How I wish I could surrender my soul; Shed the clothes that become my skin; See the liar that burns within my needing. How I wish I’d chosen darkness from cold. How I wish I had screamed out loud, Instead I’ve found no… Leer m\u00e1s »Romanticazo<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"neve_meta_sidebar":"","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"","neve_meta_content_width":0,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[84],"tags":[420],"class_list":["post-1000","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-divagaciones","tag-romanticismo-ternura-babosez"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1000","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1000"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1000\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1000"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1000"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1000"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}