{"id":8326,"date":"2020-04-03T09:24:43","date_gmt":"2020-04-03T12:24:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.viajeraeditorial.com.ar\/?p=8326"},"modified":"2020-05-26T03:22:00","modified_gmt":"2020-05-26T06:22:00","slug":"magenta-mana","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/2020\/04\/magenta-mana\/","title":{"rendered":"magenta * Mana"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(aquella noche, el ocre vir\u00f3 a magenta opaco; caminaba retornando al hogar sabiendo que la luz prendida era ella esper\u00e1ndome; arribando a la entrada, apreci\u00e9 c\u00f3mo desde ah\u00ed sal\u00edan los gritos, junto con mis pertenencias, que terminaban por aterrizar a metros m\u00edo; su cara dirig\u00eda improperios como misiles, casi los sent\u00eda impactarme; no as\u00ed una silicia que a\u00fan con brebaje dentro, estall\u00f3 en cientos de astillas decididas a clavarse en mi pierna; aquel fue el momento en que acordamos una nueva partida; ella por un lado, yo por mi suerte)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Mana<\/strong>, \u00abLa anticuaria\u00bb.<\/p>\n<p><em>herpes<\/em>, Viajera, 2010.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_8327\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-8327\" style=\"width: 632px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-8327\" src=\"http:\/\/www.viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/herp-632x640.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"632\" height=\"640\" srcset=\"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/herp-632x640.jpg 632w, https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/herp-257x260.jpg 257w, https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/herp-350x354.jpg 350w, https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/herp.jpg 729w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 632px) 100vw, 632px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-8327\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Quigley<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; (aquella noche, el ocre vir\u00f3 a magenta opaco; caminaba retornando al hogar sabiendo que la luz prendida era ella esper\u00e1ndome; arribando a la entrada, apreci\u00e9 c\u00f3mo desde ah\u00ed sal\u00edan los gritos, junto con mis pertenencias, que terminaban por aterrizar a metros m\u00edo; su cara dirig\u00eda improperios como misiles, casi los sent\u00eda impactarme; no as\u00ed [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":8327,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[253],"tags":[53,188],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8326"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8326"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8326\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8328,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8326\/revisions\/8328"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8327"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8326"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8326"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8326"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}