{"id":556,"date":"2022-03-14T00:45:00","date_gmt":"2022-03-14T00:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/el-aguila-real\/"},"modified":"2022-03-14T00:45:00","modified_gmt":"2022-03-14T00:45:00","slug":"el-aguila-real","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/el-aguila-real\/","title":{"rendered":"El \u00c1GUILA REAL"},"content":{"rendered":"


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Un hombre se encontr\u00f3 un huevo de \u00e1guila. Se lo llev\u00f3 y lo coloc\u00f3 en un nido de una gallina de corral. El aguilucho fue incubado y creci\u00f3 con la nidada de pollos. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Durante toda su vida, el \u00e1guila hizo lo mismo que hac\u00edan los pollos\u2026 pensando que era un pollo. Escarbaba la tierra en busca de gusanos e insectos, picando y cacareando. Incluso sacud\u00eda las alas y volaba unos metros por el aire, al igual que los pollos. Despu\u00e9s de todo, \u00bfno es as\u00ed como vuelan los pollos? <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Pasaron los a\u00f1os y el \u00e1guila se hizo vieja. Un d\u00eda divis\u00f3 muy por encima de ella, en el l\u00edmpido cielo, una magn\u00edfica ave que flotaba elegante y majestuosa por entre las corrientes de aire, moviendo apenas sus poderosas alas doradas. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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La vieja \u00e1guila miraba asombrada hacia arriba: \u201c\u00bfqu\u00e9 es eso?\u201d, pregunt\u00f3 a una gallina que estaba junto a ella. \u201cEs el \u00e1guila, el rey de las aves\u201d, respondi\u00f3 la gallina. \u201cPero no pienses en ello. T\u00fa y yo somos diferentes a \u00e9l\u201d. De manera que el \u00e1guila no volvi\u00f3 a pensar en ello. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Y muri\u00f3 creyendo que era una gallina de corral.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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                                                                                                                  <\/i>Anthony de Mello<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Un hombre se encontr\u00f3 un huevo de \u00e1guila. Se lo llev\u00f3 y lo coloc\u00f3 en un nido de una gallina de corral. El aguilucho fue incubado y creci\u00f3 con la nidada de pollos. Durante toda su vida, el \u00e1guila hizo lo mismo que hac\u00edan los pollos\u2026 pensando que era un pollo. Escarbaba la tierra en<\/p>\n

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