<\/p>\n
Debo viajar<\/p>\n
Rumbo a la poblada monta\u00f1a<\/p>\n
Que me espera.<\/p>\n
Mis pies se encaminan<\/p>\n
Sin pensar<\/p>\n
C\u00f3mo mi coraz\u00f3n llora.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Voy camino<\/p>\n
A la poblada monta\u00f1a<\/p>\n
La de esp\u00edritus palpables<\/p>\n
Que quiero ver<\/p>\n
Y no conozco.<\/td>\n
<\/p>\n
I need to travel<\/p>\n
Towards the populated mountain<\/p>\n
Which awaits me.<\/p>\n
My feet begin walking<\/p>\n
Without thought<\/p>\n
Oh, how my heart is tearing<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I am heading<\/p>\n
To the populated mountain<\/p>\n
Of the palpable spirits<\/p>\n
Which I want to see<\/p>\n
And I am yet to know.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n Poeta: Jacqueline Caniguan Traducci\u00f3n: Ella Doboszov\u00e1 Decisi\u00f3n Debo viajar Rumbo a la poblada monta\u00f1a Que me espera. Mis pies…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":26632,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-224","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/26632"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=224"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":227,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224\/revisions\/227"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=224"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=224"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=224"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"\"](\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/files\/2021\/11\/Screen-Shot-2021-11-23-at-8.48.41-AM-949x630.png\")
This photo captures the beauty of the mountains in Rogla, Slovenia, in the winter snow. The photo reflects the verse perfectly, as many aspects can be seen within: the travel, represented by the cars and the paths in the snow; the populated mountain, represented by the numerous people that can be seen awaiting the lift up to the top of the mountain. The peaceful stripes of the clouds create a great contrast with the busy lines on the ground. When looking at this photo, it makes me excited for winter to begin again, as a desire within me grows to travel to the beautiful Canadian mountains and capture even more beautiful photos.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"