{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"A partir de los 50","provider_url":"https:\/\/blogs.diariovasco.com\/apartirdelos50","author_name":"Cecilia Casado","author_url":"https:\/\/blogs.diariovasco.com\/apartirdelos50\/author\/a-partir-de-los-50\/","title":"El regalo de los buenos amigos - A partir de los 50","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"t01ldktKo1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.diariovasco.com\/apartirdelos50\/2012\/09\/05\/el-regalo-de-los-buenos-amigos\/\">El regalo de los buenos amigos<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.diariovasco.com\/apartirdelos50\/2012\/09\/05\/el-regalo-de-los-buenos-amigos\/embed\/#?secret=t01ldktKo1\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;El regalo de los buenos amigos&#8221; &#8212; A partir de los 50\" data-secret=\"t01ldktKo1\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/blogs.diariovasco.com\/apartirdelos50\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","description":"\u00a0 Yo nunca he tenido muchos amigos. Conocidos, s\u00ed, a porrillo, pero amigos-amigos\u2026contados con los dedos de las manos (y en alguna \u00e9poca a\u00f1adiendo los de los pies). Incluso hubo un tiempo en que mis amistades se redujeron al m\u00ednimo, como los embalses en \u00e9poca de sequ\u00eda, y puede que fueran tiempos de \u201csequ\u00eda emocional\u201d [&hellip;]","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7041\/6876842077_d81469d151_z.jpg"}