{"id":1082,"date":"2012-03-14T14:00:07","date_gmt":"2012-03-14T14:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/?p=1082"},"modified":"2012-03-14T20:43:49","modified_gmt":"2012-03-14T20:43:49","slug":"zon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/zon\/","title":{"rendered":"zon"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_1117\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/gedichten\/zon\/attachment\/p1020648\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1117\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1117\" data-attachment-id=\"1117\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/zon\/p1020648\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/P1020648.jpg?fit=635%2C476&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"635,476\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"raam &#8211; Pien Rijlaarsdam\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;foto: Pien Rijlaarsdam&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/P1020648.jpg?fit=300%2C224&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/P1020648.jpg?fit=625%2C469&amp;ssl=1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1117\" title=\"raam - Pien Rijlaarsdam\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/P1020648.jpg?resize=300%2C224\" alt=\"foto - raam - Pien Rijlaarsdam\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/P1020648.jpg?resize=300%2C224&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/P1020648.jpg?w=635&amp;ssl=1 635w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1117\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">foto: Pien Rijlaarsdam<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Het is dezelfde zon<br \/>\ndat wel<br \/>\nmaar niet het licht<br \/>\nhet licht is anders<br \/>\noveral<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Het is dezelfde zon dat wel maar niet het licht het licht is anders overal<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s8pym5-zon","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":903,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/licht\/","url_meta":{"origin":1082,"position":0},"title":"licht","author":"Johanna","date":"26 februari 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"Mijn ogen - gewend aan het duister - schrikken op van meedogenloos licht: de zon die weerkaatst op de vijver de stralen in mijn gezicht Het geruis van de wind in de bomen het gevoel van je hand op mijn huid de zon de zee en het getsjirp van krekels\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;gedichten&quot;","block_context":{"text":"gedichten","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/category\/gedichten\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/P1040896-225x300.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":2345,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wolken-2\/","url_meta":{"origin":1082,"position":1},"title":"verlangen naar wolken","author":"Johanna","date":"4 juli 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"1 Hier was regen en donkere wolken. Waar ze vertrokken was had koud lichtblauw de hemel opgevuld. Ze wist niet of ze wilde weten waarom ze weer vertrokken was toen blauw de lucht de zon een bundel stralen zonder kern \u2014 en waar ze aankwam wolken en niemand die haar\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;gedichten&quot;","block_context":{"text":"gedichten","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/category\/gedichten\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"foto: regen - mjp","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/februari-2013-004.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/februari-2013-004.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/februari-2013-004.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x"},"classes":[]},{"id":1972,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/imbolc\/","url_meta":{"origin":1082,"position":2},"title":"het begin van het einde van de winter","author":"Johanna","date":"12 februari 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"De zon valt door het traliehek van bomen en raakt mijn schouder aan de auto werpt een muur van schaduw op de weg de glinsterende stoppels van de ma\u00efsstaken de ongesmolten hagel in de berm \u2014 de troosteloosheid van dit landschap zou me raken als ik niet zo gelukkig was\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;gedichten&quot;","block_context":{"text":"gedichten","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/category\/gedichten\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/december2012-005-300x224.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":1341,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/zilver\/","url_meta":{"origin":1082,"position":3},"title":"zilver","author":"Johanna","date":"22 mei 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"het licht was blauw en viel op de straten waar zwakke lantarens de keien beschenen hier kwamen geen mensen meer na middernacht maar schimmen bewoonden de warme portalen \u2014 het woord in mijn hart als snel smeltend zilver vloeit tussen de stenen mijn warme adem wordt mist op de ruit","rel":"","context":"In &quot;gedichten&quot;","block_context":{"text":"gedichten","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/category\/gedichten\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/210420101178-300x224.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":2117,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/zoeklicht\/","url_meta":{"origin":1082,"position":4},"title":"zoeklicht","author":"Johanna","date":"8 april 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"De stad kruipt in mij laat haar licht in mij dwalen laat de stroom van de auto\u2019s als zee in mij galmen De stad houdt zich in mij gevangen verschuilt zich in rimpels in de rouwrand van nagels in de ruis in mijn oren in het gruis in mijn mond,\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;gedichten&quot;","block_context":{"text":"gedichten","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/category\/gedichten\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/boom-achter-hek-225x300.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":3571,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/een-goed-wijnjaar\/","url_meta":{"origin":1082,"position":5},"title":"een goed wijnjaar","author":"Johanna","date":"21 december 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"We willen niet weten hoe kwetsbaar het is - dit lichaam van ons hoe het zomaar kan breken in een auto een vliegtuig of op een terras door de aarde die beeft door de dronken bestuurder door de haat die we voeden Maar de ochtend is leeg tot het eerste\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;gedichten&quot;","block_context":{"text":"gedichten","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/category\/gedichten\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"(c) tekening: Didier Van De Steene (De kloof tussen het subject en het object)","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/kloof-tussen-object-en-subject-Didier-Van-De-Steene-592x840.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/kloof-tussen-object-en-subject-Didier-Van-De-Steene-592x840.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/kloof-tussen-object-en-subject-Didier-Van-De-Steene-592x840.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x"},"classes":[]}],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1082"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1082"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1082\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1121,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1082\/revisions\/1121"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1082"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1082"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1082"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}