{"id":440,"date":"2005-02-25T12:21:10","date_gmt":"2005-02-25T12:21:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/?p=440"},"modified":"2005-02-25T12:21:10","modified_gmt":"2005-02-25T12:21:10","slug":"esa_musiquilla","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/2005\/02\/esa_musiquilla\/","title":{"rendered":"Esa musiquilla"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>D\u00eda gris camino del trabajo. La ciudad parece especialmente inh\u00f3spita hasta que esa musiquilla que sale por mis auricurales me empieza a inundar. Una simple melod\u00eda que me hace ver las cosas con otra luz, ya no son tan feas. \u00bfQu\u00e9 har\u00eda sin la m\u00fasica?<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>Green Day, \u00abBoulevard Of Broken Dreams\u00bb<\/strong><br \/>\nI walk a lonely road<br \/>\nThe only one that I have ever known<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t know where it goes<br \/>\nBut it&#8217;s home to me and I walk alone<br \/>\nI walk this empty street<br \/>\nOn the Boulevard of Broken Dreams<br \/>\nWhere the city sleeps<br \/>\nand I&#8217;m the only one and I walk alone<br \/>\nMy shadow&#8217;s the only one that walks beside me<br \/>\nMy shallow heart&#8217;s the only thing that&#8217;s beating<br \/>\nSometimes I wish someone out there will find me<br \/>\n&#8216;Til then I walk alone<br \/>\nI&#8217;m walking down the line<br \/>\nThat divides me somewhere in my mind<br \/>\nOn the border line<br \/>\nOf the edge and where I walk alone<br \/>\nRead between the lines<br \/>\nWhat&#8217;s fucked up and everything&#8217;s alright<br \/>\nCheck my vital signs<br \/>\nTo know I&#8217;m still alive and I walk alone.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>D\u00eda gris camino del trabajo. La ciudad parece especialmente inh\u00f3spita hasta que esa musiquilla que sale por mis auricurales me empieza a inundar. Una simple melod\u00eda que me hace ver las cosas con otra luz, ya no son tan feas. \u00bfQu\u00e9 har\u00eda sin la m\u00fasica? Green Day, \u00abBoulevard Of Broken Dreams\u00bb I walk a lonely&hellip;&nbsp;<a href=\"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/2005\/02\/esa_musiquilla\/\" rel=\"bookmark\">Leer m\u00e1s &raquo;<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Esa musiquilla<\/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":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-440","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-arte"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/440","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=440"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/440\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=440"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=440"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/junjan.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=440"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}