Despu\u00e9s de algunas noches sin dormir por el ruido olvidado del tr\u00e1fico y el calor, finalmente, mis ojos han dejado de buscar las monta\u00f1as.
\nEl cemento gris vuelve a apoderarse de nosotros.
\nAfortunadamente, hemos almacenado horas de sol en dulces tardes de verano y nuestros ojos, sin remedio, olvidar\u00e1n el verde de los \u00e1rboles y reconocer\u00e1n de nuevo los tejados anaranjados como su hogar.
\nMuy pronto la niebla los cubrir\u00e1 y la mirada los buscar\u00e1 desorientada en un manto gris.
\nHa sido un buen verano, quiz\u00e1s el mejor.
\nFuego y hielo, y la m\u00fasica siempre presente.
\nHemos pisado las cenizas del Teide, en la isla volc\u00e1nica de Tenerife y la nieve, sorprendente y altiva, del mes de agosto en el pirineo.
\nGanas de regresar, de empezar de nuevo, de tejer otra vez los hilos que dan sentido a nuestra vida.
\nMe gustar\u00eda que fuesen de colores brillantes y dorados.
\nY de enlazarlos con nuevas formas, de hacerlos m\u00e1s resistentes a los afilados dientes del aburrimiento y la monoton\u00eda.
\nCon la esperanza que, entre las notas de mi m\u00fasica y en mi mirada, pueda intuirse, al menos, una m\u00ednima parte de toda la belleza que he contemplado.<\/p>\n
After some nights without sleeping by the noise forgotten the traffic and the heat, finally, my eyes have let look for mountains. Despu\u00e9s de algunas noches sin dormir por el ruido olvidado del tr\u00e1fico y el calor, finalmente, mis ojos han dejado de buscar las monta\u00f1as. El cemento gris vuelve a apoderarse de nosotros. Afortunadamente, hemos almacenado horas de sol en dulces tardes de verano y nuestros ojos, sin remedio, olvidar\u00e1n el verde de los \u00e1rboles y […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"jetpack_seo_schema_type":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[84],"tags":[42],"class_list":["post-54","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia","tag-poesia"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9Cgg3-S","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.guitarinensemble.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.guitarinensemble.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.guitarinensemble.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.guitarinensemble.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.guitarinensemble.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=54"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.guitarinensemble.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3297,"href":"https:\/\/www.guitarinensemble.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54\/revisions\/3297"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.guitarinensemble.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=54"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.guitarinensemble.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=54"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.guitarinensemble.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=54"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe gray cement returns to seize of us.
\nLuckyly, we have stored hours of sun in sweet afternoons of summer and our eyes, without remedy, will forget the green one the trees and will again recognize the orange tile roofs like their home.
\nIn a moment the fog will cover them and the glance will look for them disoriented in a gray mantle.
\nIt has been a good summer, perhaps the best one.
\nFire and ice, and always present music.
\nWe have stepped on ashes of the Teide, in the volcanic island of Tenerife (Canary Islands) and the snow, surprising and arrogant, of the month of August in the Pyrenean one.
\nDesire to return, to begin again, to again weave the threads of which they give sense to our life.
\nI would like that they were of shining and golden colors.
\nAnd to connect them with new forms, to make them to the sharpened teeth of the boredom and monotony more resistant.
\nWith the hope that, between notes of my music and in my glance, can be intuited, at least, a mini part of all the beauty that I have contemplated.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"