{"id":424,"date":"2009-08-09T11:13:00","date_gmt":"2009-08-09T10:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hetismooieenraamtezijn.wordpress.com\/2009\/08\/09\/s-nachts-naar-huis\/"},"modified":"2009-08-09T11:13:00","modified_gmt":"2009-08-09T10:13:00","slug":"s-nachts-naar-huis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/2009\/08\/09\/s-nachts-naar-huis\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8217;s Nachts naar huis"},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">Ik neem aan mijn handen de geuren van jouw handen mee<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">en hoor in mijn oren, als in schelpen de zee,<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">jouw stem, en draag in mijn ogen<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">het donker der avonden van al je zacht haar,<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">en voel in mijn armen nog de verende bogen,<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">die &#8211; in een sfeer tussen keerkring en evenaar &#8211;<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">ik om de aarde van je lichaam sloeg,<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">aan wier nachthelft ik school, toen ik vroeg:<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\">Houd van me.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><span style=\"font-size:small;\"><i>&#8211; G.J. Resink<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ik neem aan mijn handen de geuren van jouw handen mee en hoor in mijn oren, als in schelpen de zee, jouw stem, en draag in mijn ogen het donker der avonden van al je zacht haar, en voel in mijn armen nog de verende bogen, die &#8211; in een sfeer tussen keerkring en evenaar [&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\/424"}],"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=424"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/424\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=424"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=424"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}