{"id":288,"date":"2005-11-19T15:29:00","date_gmt":"2005-11-19T15:29:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/2005\/11\/19\/cosas-que-nunca-sucedieron\/"},"modified":"2005-11-19T15:29:00","modified_gmt":"2005-11-19T15:29:00","slug":"cosas-que-nunca-sucedieron","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/2005\/11\/19\/cosas-que-nunca-sucedieron\/","title":{"rendered":"Cosas que nunca sucedieron"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I should be counting days. I should be impatient for December to come, and for him to arrive with his heavy black suitcase and his strange hidden smile. I should be thinking of the arrangements for him to stay, for the places to go. I should be thinking not to be scared anymore, to go ahead and walk with him all around the city. I should be happy to celebrate one more year in his company, his hand playing my guitar, his shiny hair standing on ends. However, November moves along like a lazy centipede, and there is nothing to look forward to. Nothing new this Christmas. I have company here, but I doubt we can share the festivities together.<\/p>\n<p>How has my life changed these months? I can&#8217;t really tell&#8230; I feel as if the last two Decembers never happened. I feel as if my mind were full of fake memories. Did those years really elapse? Where did the things in my bedroom come from?<\/p>\n<p>Thinking that my life&#8217;s metamorphosis has only begun puzzles me too much. I wish I could just focus on the spot where my feet are lying. The landscape keeps changing, there is no use in trying to reach the mountains I once stood on, the mountains I might never climb but seem to be heading to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I should be counting days. I should be impatient for December to come, and for him to arrive with his heavy black suitcase and his strange hidden smile. I should be thinking of the arrangements for him to stay, for the places to go. I should be thinking not to be scared anymore, to go [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/288"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=288"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/288\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}