{"id":174,"date":"2013-01-06T14:15:00","date_gmt":"2013-01-06T13:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hetismooieenraamtezijn.wordpress.com\/2013\/01\/06\/geen-kind-meer\/"},"modified":"2013-01-06T14:15:00","modified_gmt":"2013-01-06T13:15:00","slug":"geen-kind-meer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/2013\/01\/06\/geen-kind-meer\/","title":{"rendered":"Geen kind meer"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">Je leeft je eigen leven,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">wat zij er ook van vindt,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">je bent allang geen kind meer.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">Je wilt erover praten,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">maar niet op die manier,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">je zult haar best verdriet doen,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">maar niet voor je plezier.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">Wat moet je nog met haar en<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">met haar ouderlijk gezag?<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">En dan opeens, dan is-ie er, die<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">dag&#8230;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">De dag waarop je moeder sterft,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">de dag die je dagen<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">van dan af aan wat grijzer verft,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">al hou je niks te klagen:<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">je hebt je goede vrienden nog,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">die staan je ook dichtbij<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">en als je soms een minaar zoekt,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">dan staan ze in de rij.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">Maar niemand zal meer weten<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">hoe je met je pop kon spelen<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">en niemand zal nog ooit<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">je vroegste vroeger met je delen.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">De dag waarna je nooit meer<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">kwetsbaar wezen mag en klein,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">de dag waarna je nooit meer kind<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">zult zijn.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">Wat al die jaren fout ging<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">komt dan niet meer terecht<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">en wat je nog wou zeggen<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">blijt eeuwig ongezegd:<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">de machteloze frasen<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">van je genegenheid<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">en dat het niet haar schuld was<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">en ook dat het je spijt.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">De dingen die je lang niet zeggen<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">kon<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">en zeggen wou<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">en dan zo graag nog \u00e9\u00e9n keer<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">zeggen zou&#8230;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">De dag waarop je moeder sterft,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">dat jij wordt losgelaten<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">en al haar eigenschappen erft,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">die jij zo in haar haatte:<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">de scherpe tong, de bokkenpruik,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">deze zure schooljuffrouw,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">die zullen ze dan binnenkort<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">herkennen gaan in jou.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">En hoop&#8217;lijk ook de and&#8217;re kant:<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">de aardige, de zachte,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">maar of je die hebt meege\u00ebrfd<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">valt nog maar af te wachten.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">De dag waarna de rest<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">een kwestie wordt van tijd en<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">pijn,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">de dag waarna je nooit meer kind<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">zult zijn.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><i>&#8211; Jan Boerstoel<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Je leeft je eigen leven, wat zij er ook van vindt, je bent allang geen kind meer. Je wilt erover praten, maar niet op die manier, je zult haar best verdriet doen, maar niet voor je plezier. Wat moet je nog met haar en met haar ouderlijk gezag? En dan opeens, dan is-ie er, die [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4,12],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/174"}],"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=174"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/174\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=174"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=174"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=174"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}