{"id":2248,"date":"2014-09-04T15:49:45","date_gmt":"2014-09-04T13:49:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/?p=2248"},"modified":"2014-09-04T15:49:45","modified_gmt":"2014-09-04T13:49:45","slug":"fragments-dun-estiu-que-ha-passat-de-llarg","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/2014\/09\/04\/fragments-dun-estiu-que-ha-passat-de-llarg\/","title":{"rendered":"Fragments d&#8217;un estiu que ha passat de llarg"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Araby<\/p>\n<p>[\u2026] I held a florin tightly in my hand as I strode down Buckingham Street towards the station. The sight of the streets thronged with buyers and glaring with gas recalled to me the purpose of my journey. I took my seat in a third-class carriage of a deserted train. After an intolerable delay the train moved out of the station slowly. It crept onward among ruinous houses and over the twinkling river. At Westland Row Station a crowd of people pressed to the carriage doors; but the porters moved them back, saying that it was a special train for the bazaar. I remained alone in the bare carriage. In a few minutes the train drew up beside an improvised wooden platform. I passed out on to the road and saw by the lighted dial of a clock that it was ten minutes to ten. In front of me was a large building which displayed the magical name.<\/p>\n<p>James Joyce (1882-1941), <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gutenberg.org\/files\/2814\/2814-h\/2814-h.htm#link2H_4_0002\">Dubliners<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">***<\/p>\n<p>LXII \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Ella y nosotros<\/p>\n<p>Platero, acaso ella se iba -\u00bfad\u00f3nde?- en aquel tren negro y soleado que, por la v\u00eda alta, cort\u00e1ndose sobre los nubarrones blancos, hu\u00eda hacia el Norte.<br \/>\nYo estaba abajo, contigo, en el trigo amarillo y ondeante, goteando todo de sangre de amapolas, a las que julio pon\u00eda la coronita de ceniza. Y las nubecillas de vapor celeste -\u00bfte acuerdas?- entristec\u00edan un momento el sol y las flores, rodando vanamente hacia la nada.<br \/>\n\u00a1Breve cabeza rubia, velada de negro!&#8230; Era como el retrato de la ilusi\u00f3n en el marco fugaz de la ventanilla.<br \/>\nTal vez ella pensara: &#8220;\u00bfQui\u00e9nes eran ese hombre enlutado y ese burrillo de plata?&#8221;<br \/>\n\u00bfQui\u00e9nes hab\u00edamos de ser! Nosotros&#8230;, \u00bfverdad, Platero?<\/p>\n<p>Juan Ramon Jim\u00e9nez (1881-1958), <em>Platero y yo<\/em>. Madrid, Aguilar, S.A. de Ediciones, 1966. P\u00e0g. 176-77<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Araby [\u2026] I held a florin tightly in my hand as I strode down Buckingham Street towards the station. The sight of the streets thronged with buyers and glaring with gas recalled to me the purpose of my journey. I took my seat in a third-class carriage of a deserted train. After an intolerable delay [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[795],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2248","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ferrocarril"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2248","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/23"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2248"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2248\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2249,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2248\/revisions\/2249"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2248"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2248"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.elpunt.cat\/carlesgorini\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2248"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}