{"id":1468,"date":"2012-07-03T18:44:12","date_gmt":"2012-07-03T16:44:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/?p=1468"},"modified":"2012-07-03T18:45:50","modified_gmt":"2012-07-03T16:45:50","slug":"stilte-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/stilte-2\/","title":{"rendered":"stilte"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>De stilte valt door mijn handen<br \/>\nJe staat voor mij en spreekt<br \/>\nIk zie de woorden wel maar hoor ze niet<br \/>\nAlleen je mond beweegt<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/gedichten\/stilte-2\/attachment\/010720123120\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1469\"><img data-attachment-id=\"1469\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/stilte-2\/attachment\/010720123120\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/010720123120.jpg?fit=630%2C840&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"630,840\" 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=\"vila real &#8211; mjp\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/010720123120.jpg?fit=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/010720123120.jpg?fit=625%2C833&amp;ssl=1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1469\" title=\"vila real - mjp\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/010720123120.jpg?resize=225%2C300\" alt=\"foto: vila real - mjp\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/010720123120.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/010720123120.jpg?w=630&amp;ssl=1 630w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>De stilte valt door mijn handen Je staat voor mij en spreekt Ik zie de woorden wel maar hoor ze niet Alleen je mond beweegt<\/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\/p8pym5-nG","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3335,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/witte-inkt\/","url_meta":{"origin":1468,"position":0},"title":"Witte inkt","author":"Johanna","date":"11 december 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Op 10 december presenteerde klas 10C van De Es in Berchem hun po\u00ebzieproject: \"Witte inkt\". 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