{"id":58383,"date":"2025-09-19T21:00:20","date_gmt":"2025-09-19T19:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/?p=58383"},"modified":"2025-09-22T15:52:38","modified_gmt":"2025-09-22T13:52:38","slug":"poema-la-vida-de-xuan-bello","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/2025\/09\/poema-la-vida-de-xuan-bello\/","title":{"rendered":"Poema: \u00abLa vida\u00bb de Xuan Bello"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n<!-- iframe plugin v.6.0 wordpress.org\/plugins\/iframe\/ -->\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"387\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qCD3MEcHhx0\" title=\"La vida - Xuan Bello\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" 0=\"allowfullscreen\" 1=\"\/iframe\" scrolling=\"yes\" class=\"iframe-class\"><\/iframe>\n<\/p>\n<div id=\"expanded\" class=\"style-scope ytd-text-inline-expander\"><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string yt-core-attributed-string--white-space-pre-wrap\" dir=\"auto\" role=\"text\"><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Poema de Xuan Bello musicalizado por Txus Amat.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div class=\"style-scope ytd-text-inline-expander\"><span style=\"font-size: 20px;color: #008080\"><em><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string yt-core-attributed-string--white-space-pre-wrap\" dir=\"auto\" role=\"text\"><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">LA VIDA Nun habr\u00eda de ser tan f\u00e1cil daquella. Los a\u00f1os mentirosos que depu\u00e9s vienen vienen a dicir lo contrario: nun los creas. O cr\u00e9elos. A fin de cuentes pa toos la vida ye simulacru y ceniza y aquel qu&#8217;ensembre para en mit\u00e1 del cam\u00edn de la so muerte miente y ta perd\u00edu. Ent\u00e1 d&#8217;aquellos d\u00edes d&#8217;ent\u00f3s, daquella, cuando la vida parec\u00eda seique m\u00e1s f\u00e1cil y feliz, cuando corr\u00edamos en bicicleta pela dilatada superficie del branu, ent\u00e1 d&#8217;aquella ed\u00e1, ent\u00f3s, quiero traer al poema, rescatar d&#8217;esi mar entremec\u00edu de sal, sua\u00f1u y tiempu, la llave del cax\u00f3n onde pesllaron los sua\u00f1os, les esperances perd\u00edes, rescatar l&#8217;atlas aquel onde dibuxamos una imposible ruta dica n\u00f3s mesmos.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<div><!--more--><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div class=\"style-scope ytd-text-inline-expander\"><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string yt-core-attributed-string--white-space-pre-wrap\" dir=\"auto\" role=\"text\"><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">LA VIDA No deb\u00eda de ser tan f\u00e1cil en aquel tiempo. Los a\u00f1os mentirosos que despu\u00e9s vienen vienen a decir lo contrario: no los creas. O cr\u00e9elos. A fin de cuentas para todos la vida es simulacro y ceniza y aquel que de pronto se detiene en mitad del camino de su muerte miente y est\u00e1 perdido. A\u00fan de aquellos d\u00edas de entonces, de aquel tiempo distinto a este, cuando la vida tal vez parec\u00eda m\u00e1s f\u00e1cil y feliz, cuando corr\u00edamos en bicicleta por la dilatada superficie del verano, quiero traer al poema, rescatar de ese mar entremezclado de sal, sue\u00f1o y tiempo la llave del caj\u00f3n donde encerraron los sue\u00f1os, las esperanzas perdidas, rescatar aquel atlas donde dibujamos una imposible ruta hacia nosotros mismos.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div id=\"snippet\" class=\"style-scope ytd-text-inline-expander\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"style-scope ytd-watch-metadata\">\n<div id=\"items\" class=\"style-scope ytd-structured-description-content-renderer\">\n<div id=\"header\" class=\"style-scope ytd-video-description-transcript-section-renderer\">\n<div id=\"title\" class=\"style-scope ytd-video-description-transcript-section-renderer\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poema de Xuan Bello musicalizado por Txus Amat. LA VIDA Nun habr\u00eda de ser tan f\u00e1cil daquella. Los a\u00f1os mentirosos que depu\u00e9s vienen vienen a dicir lo contrario: nun los creas. O cr\u00e9elos. A fin de cuentes pa toos la vida ye simulacru y ceniza y aquel qu&#8217;ensembre para en mit\u00e1 del cam\u00edn de la [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":117,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[39,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-58383","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia","category-sin-categoria"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/58383","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/117"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=58383"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/58383\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":58387,"href":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/58383\/revisions\/58387"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=58383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=58383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edublog.educastur.es\/ixuxu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=58383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}