{"id":287,"date":"2010-05-04T16:04:00","date_gmt":"2010-05-04T15:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hetismooieenraamtezijn.wordpress.com\/2010\/05\/04\/xxiv\/"},"modified":"2010-05-04T16:04:00","modified_gmt":"2010-05-04T15:04:00","slug":"xxiv","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/2010\/05\/04\/xxiv\/","title":{"rendered":"XXIV"},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">Liefste lieveling, naar de hemeltoren stegen<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">de wolken als triomfantelijke wasvrouwen op,<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">en alles brandde in het blauw, alles was ster:<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">de zee, het schip, de dag werden samen verbannen.<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">Kom kijken naar de kerselaars in het besterde water<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">en naar de ronde sluitsteen van het snelle heelal,<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">kom aanraken het vuur van het kortstondige blauw,<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">kom kijken v\u00f3\u00f3r zijn bloesems verwelkt zijn.<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">Hier is niets dan licht, met massa&#8217;s, met trossen,<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">ruimte vrijgemaakt door de gaven van de wind<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">tot de laatste geheimen van het schuim zijn verklaard.<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">En in al dat hemelse blauw, erdoor overspoeld,<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">gaan onze ogen verloren en kunnen ze amper gissen<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\">naar de machten van de lucht en de onderzeese sleutels.<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-size:small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><i><span class=\"Apple-style-span\">&#8211; Pablo Neruda<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><i><span class=\"Apple-style-span\">vertaald door Willy Spillebeen<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Liefste lieveling, naar de hemeltoren stegen de wolken als triomfantelijke wasvrouwen op, en alles brandde in het blauw, alles was ster: de zee, het schip, de dag werden samen verbannen. Kom kijken naar de kerselaars in het besterde water en naar de ronde sluitsteen van het snelle heelal, kom aanraken het vuur van het kortstondige [&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\/287"}],"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=287"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/287\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=287"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=287"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=287"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}