{"id":950,"date":"2014-01-06T10:46:00","date_gmt":"2014-01-06T10:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viajeraeditora.wordpress.com\/2014\/01\/06\/el-tiempo-virginia-janza"},"modified":"2015-06-17T23:43:27","modified_gmt":"2015-06-18T02:43:27","slug":"el-tiempo-virginia-janza","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/2014\/01\/el-tiempo-virginia-janza\/","title":{"rendered":"El tiempo… – Virginia Janza"},"content":{"rendered":"
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El tiempo pasa tan absurda, tan rid\u00edculamente,\u00a0que s\u00f3lo percibimos ese cachito que nos toca todos\u00a0<\/span>los d\u00edas, o no, pero ah\u00ed est\u00e1: el tiempo, listo para\u00a0<\/span>ser apreciado, transportado, atravesado por una ef\u00edmera\u00a0<\/span>sensaci\u00f3n de sentirnos parte, de saber que ese min\u00fasculo\u00a0<\/span>pedacito nos pertenece. Y dominamos el interior, o tal vez\u00a0<\/span>un mont\u00f3n de cosas, pero al fin de cuentas todo viene\u00a0<\/span>de adentro, de esos impulsos primarios: pasi\u00f3n, poder,\u00a0<\/span>ganas de sentirse parte, due\u00f1os de ese min\u00fasculo\u00a0<\/span>pedacito. Somos esclavos del amor. Y negarlo ser\u00eda\u00a0<\/span>perdernos esa historia tan linda, tan intensa, tan propia\u00a0<\/span>de todo lo que duele, desgasta y recarga un poquito\u00a0<\/span>m\u00e1s. Dame m\u00e1s de vos.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Y no, no me das.<\/span><\/div>\n
No siento, no encuentro, no queda nada.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Virginia Janza, Lado G\u00e9minis<\/i><\/b>.<\/span><\/div>\n
Viajera, 2012.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Un ba\u00f1o en Asnieres, Georges Seurat.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
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El tiempo pasa tan absurda, tan rid\u00edculamente,\u00a0que s\u00f3lo percibimos ese cachito que nos toca todos\u00a0los d\u00edas, o no, pero ah\u00ed est\u00e1: el tiempo, listo para\u00a0ser apreciado, transportado, atravesado por una ef\u00edmera\u00a0sensaci\u00f3n de sentirnos parte, de saber que ese min\u00fasculo\u00a0pedacito nos pertenece. Y dominamos el interior, o tal vez\u00a0un mont\u00f3n de cosas, pero al fin de […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3672,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[64,84,247],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950"}],"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\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=950"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3673,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950\/revisions\/3673"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3672"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=950"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=950"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=950"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}