{"id":528,"date":"2016-04-08T18:30:00","date_gmt":"2016-04-08T17:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hetismooieenraamtezijn.wordpress.com\/2016\/04\/08\/kamer-832"},"modified":"2016-04-08T18:30:00","modified_gmt":"2016-04-08T17:30:00","slug":"kamer-832","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/2016\/04\/08\/kamer-832\/","title":{"rendered":"Kamer 832"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">Ik zag haar blik, en wist: de dood kan<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span class=\"text_exposed_show\" style=\"display:inline;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">nooit groter zijn dan haar ogen.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\">Die hand, die vrijgevige hand<\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">waarin zoveel speculaas had gelegen<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">klampte zich vast aan de laatste<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">lettergreep van dit leven.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\">Naast haar bed: een speld, een kam<\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">een spiegel. Ik had haar kleren uitgekozen<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">en haar nagels kleur gegeven. Ik zei<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">God hoeft niet zo lelijk te zijn<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">als hij jou deed geloven. En zij lachte.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\">Ik gaf een kus, tekende met vaste hand<\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">de broodnodige papieren en een uur later<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">keek ik naar haar uitgewoonde lichaam<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">een lichaam, zo mager van gezwellen<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;line-height:17.5636px;margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">dat de tijd haar haast vergat te vellen.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;line-height:17.5636px;margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color:white;line-height:17.5636px;margin-bottom:6px;margin-top:6px;\"><i><span style=\"font-family:inherit;\">&#8211; Aloys Vonckx<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ik zag haar blik, en wist: de dood kan nooit groter zijn dan haar ogen. Die hand, die vrijgevige hand waarin zoveel speculaas had gelegen klampte zich vast aan de laatste lettergreep van dit leven. Naast haar bed: een speld, een kam een spiegel. Ik had haar kleren uitgekozen en haar nagels kleur gegeven. Ik [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/528"}],"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=528"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/528\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=528"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=528"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=528"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}