{"id":267,"date":"2010-07-29T06:34:00","date_gmt":"2010-07-29T05:34:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hetismooieenraamtezijn.wordpress.com\/2010\/07\/29\/267\/"},"modified":"2010-07-29T06:34:00","modified_gmt":"2010-07-29T05:34:00","slug":"267","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/2010\/07\/29\/267\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">Als dan het koperen keteltje vol as<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">van wat ik was wordt leeggeschud<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">over het geduldig gras,<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">mijn lief, sta daar niet voor schut<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">en veeg de rimmel van je wangen.<br \/>Dank aan de vingers die deze regels schreven<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">in onze tijd van verlangen<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">en die je streelden tijdens hun leven.<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\"><\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">En lach om wat ik was, onder meer<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">het gesnurk in de bioscoop,<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">de onderbroek die steeds afzakte,<\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">de debiele grap en de logge loop<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">naar jou keer op keer<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\">toen ik je nu warme weelde pakte.<br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\"><\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:'trebuchet ms';\"><em>&#8211; Hugo Claus<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Als dan het koperen keteltje vol as van wat ik was wordt leeggeschud over het geduldig gras, mijn lief, sta daar niet voor schut en veeg de rimmel van je wangen.Dank aan de vingers die deze regels schreven in onze tijd van verlangen en die je streelden tijdens hun leven. En lach om wat ik [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/267"}],"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=267"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/267\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=267"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=267"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=267"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}