{"id":572,"date":"2020-07-15T23:14:43","date_gmt":"2020-07-15T23:14:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/?p=572"},"modified":"2020-07-15T23:14:44","modified_gmt":"2020-07-15T23:14:44","slug":"el-oraculo-la-heladera","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/2020\/07\/15\/el-oraculo-la-heladera\/","title":{"rendered":"El \u00f3raculo la heladera"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Est\u00e1 a unos cuantos metros de mi cama la heladera. La puedo abrir siempre que quiero. No le debo tributo a nadie m\u00e1s que a mi apetito y sed de victoria. Victoria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>La encuentro a veces disponible, dada, otras m\u00e1s abarrotada, m\u00e1s amarreta. Tiene un olor especial. Me recuerda a lo perdido y lo ganado.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Es el aliado fundamental de la cuarentena. A ella acudimos en busca de gu\u00eda, de consejo, consuelo. De certidumbre en estos tiempos tan nublados y sombr\u00edos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tengo fiebre. Tengo sed. C\u00farame del vac\u00edo &#8211; dije. C\u00farame, or\u00e1culo del Se\u00f1or.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mas no hubo respuesta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:64px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/IMG_20200715_200104-2-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-573\" srcset=\"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/IMG_20200715_200104-2-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/IMG_20200715_200104-2-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/IMG_20200715_200104-2-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/IMG_20200715_200104-2-1536x2048.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/IMG_20200715_200104-2-scaled.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><figcaption>Original transcript, 2020<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Est\u00e1 a unos cuantos metros de mi cama la heladera. La puedo abrir siempre que quiero. No le debo tributo a nadie m\u00e1s que a mi apetito y sed de victoria. Victoria. La encuentro a veces disponible, dada, otras m\u00e1s abarrotada, m\u00e1s amarreta. Tiene un olor especial. Me recuerda a lo perdido y lo ganado. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[22,29],"tags":[128,91,130,131,129],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/572"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=572"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/572\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":574,"href":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/572\/revisions\/574"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=572"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=572"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/meri-da.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=572"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}