{"id":3782,"date":"2023-10-26T10:12:49","date_gmt":"2023-10-26T08:12:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/localhost\/librosoli\/meus-libros\/iria-e-a-lua\/"},"modified":"2024-05-12T19:51:51","modified_gmt":"2024-05-12T17:51:51","slug":"iria-and-the-moon","status":"publish","type":"meus-libros","link":"https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/en\/my-books\/iria-and-the-moon\/","title":{"rendered":"Iria and the Moon"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-text-color has-contrast-2-color has-alpha-channel-opacity has-contrast-2-background-color has-background\"\/>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns alignwide are-vertically-aligned-center is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-8f761849 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-vertically-aligned-center is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:60%\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Iria liked to feel the caress of the son at dusk. She was curious about the night and the light of the moon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Her grandfather would always speak about the moon, of how every day it would get smaller until it would disappear; he would speak of its light, of how it would start big behind the mountains and how it would get smaller as it rose into the ceiling of the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Her grandfather also spoke of the dreams that live in the night, he spoke of small, transparent creatures that by day are behind the stars, and by night appear on the balcony of the moon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Iria sits on the lap of her grandfather to hear how his voice draws in words everything he sees from the balcony.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-vertically-aligned-center is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:20%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"534\" height=\"750\" src=\"https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/cover_iria_e_a_lua-534x750.jpg\" alt=\"Iria e a l\u00faa cover\" class=\"wp-image-1356\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/cover_iria_e_a_lua-534x750.jpg 534w, https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/cover_iria_e_a_lua.jpg 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 534px) 100vw, 534px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\"><em>Iria e a l\u00faa<\/em> cover<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-vertically-aligned-center is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:20%\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"font-size:16px\">Xerais, 2003<br><strong><strong>Illustrator<\/strong>:<\/strong> Fino Lorenzo<br><strong><strong>Languages <\/strong>:<\/strong> Galician<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center has-contrast-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-b942231b3f009e0274117d76113dda59 wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>It&#8217;s a book full of tenderness for all types of readers to read, preferably, accompanied.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-buttons is-content-justification-center is-layout-flex wp-container-core-buttons-is-layout-fe48e5de wp-block-buttons-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-button has-custom-font-size has-medium-font-size\"><a class=\"wp-block-button__link wp-element-button\" href=\"https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/en\/my-books\/\"><i class=\"far fa-hand-point-left\"><\/i> Back to My Books<\/a><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Iria sits on the lap of her grandfather to hear how his voice draws in words everything he sees from the balcony.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":1357,"template":"","libros-categoria":[],"class_list":["post-3782","meus-libros","type-meus-libros","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"uagb_featured_image_src":{"full":["https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/cover_iria_e_a_lua.jpg",800,1124,false],"thumbnail":["https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/cover_iria_e_a_lua-300x300.jpg",300,300,true],"medium":["https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/cover_iria_e_a_lua-534x750.jpg",534,750,true],"medium_large":["https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/cover_iria_e_a_lua.jpg",800,1124,false],"large":["https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/cover_iria_e_a_lua.jpg",800,1124,false],"1536x1536":["https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/cover_iria_e_a_lua.jpg",800,1124,false],"2048x2048":["https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/cover_iria_e_a_lua.jpg",800,1124,false]},"uagb_author_info":{"display_name":"Xose Manuel Oli","author_link":"https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/en\/author\/"},"uagb_comment_info":0,"uagb_excerpt":"Iria sits on the lap of her grandfather to hear how his voice draws in words everything he sees from the balcony.","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/meus-libros\/3782","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/meus-libros"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/meus-libros"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1357"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3782"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"libros-categoria","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.librosdeoli.gal\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/libros-categoria?post=3782"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}