{"id":37,"date":"2015-05-09T10:22:00","date_gmt":"2015-05-09T09:22:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hetismooieenraamtezijn.wordpress.com\/2015\/05\/09\/naar-binnen\/"},"modified":"2015-05-09T10:22:00","modified_gmt":"2015-05-09T09:22:00","slug":"naar-binnen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/2015\/05\/09\/naar-binnen\/","title":{"rendered":"Naar binnen"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">Ik zou haar willen kennen,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">deurtje in haar hoofd en zo<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">naar binnen. Omzichtig door<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">de doolhof die zij is.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">Daar is een kamer vol met<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">alles wat zij mist. Feiten,<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">dagen, mensen door elkaar.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">Het heeft gewaaid in haar.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">Een man is hier die dood is.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">Een kind dat niet bestaat.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">Ik snuffel in een leven, kan<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">met alles niets beginnen.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">Het is goed dat het vergaat.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">&#8211; <i>Bernard Dewulf<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;color:#141823;line-height:19.319999694824px;margin-bottom:6px;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"line-height:19.319999694824px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;font-size:x-small;\">uit: waar de egel gaat (1995)<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ik zou haar willen kennen, deurtje in haar hoofd en zo naar binnen. Omzichtig door de doolhof die zij is. Daar is een kamer vol met alles wat zij mist. Feiten, dagen, mensen door elkaar. Het heeft gewaaid in haar. Een man is hier die dood is. Een kind dat niet bestaat. Ik snuffel in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37"}],"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=37"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}