{"id":16,"date":"2015-08-19T20:06:00","date_gmt":"2015-08-19T19:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hetismooieenraamtezijn.wordpress.com\/2015\/08\/19\/de-buigzaamheid-van-het-verdriet\/"},"modified":"2015-08-19T20:06:00","modified_gmt":"2015-08-19T19:06:00","slug":"de-buigzaamheid-van-het-verdriet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/2015\/08\/19\/de-buigzaamheid-van-het-verdriet\/","title":{"rendered":"De buigzaamheid van het verdriet"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">in een wereld van louter plezier<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">kwam ik haar tegen, glimlachend,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">en ze zei: wat liefde is geweest<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">luister ernaar in de bomen<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">en ik knikte en we liepen nog lang<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">in de stille tuin.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">de wereld was van louter golven<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">en ik zonk in haar als een lijk<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">naar beneden het water sloot<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">boven mijn hoofd en even<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">voelde ik een vis langs mij strijken<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">in de stille zee.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">dag zei ik tegen haar dag kom<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">ik je nog eens tegen, glimlachend<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">maar de wind blies weg<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">haar gezicht in het water<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">en ik knikte en ik werd onzichtbaar<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">in het stille leven.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">&#8211; <\/span><i style=\"font-family:inherit;line-height:19.319999694824px;\">Hans Lodeizen<\/i><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>in een wereld van louter plezier kwam ik haar tegen, glimlachend, en ze zei: wat liefde is geweest luister ernaar in de bomen en ik knikte en we liepen nog lang in de stille tuin. de wereld was van louter golven en ik zonk in haar als een lijk naar beneden het water sloot boven [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[16],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}