![\"Boektitelgedicht:](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/021020123430.jpg?resize=300%2C224\" "\\"Een")
<\/a><\/p>\n<\/p>\n
(klik twee keer op de foto om ze te vergroten)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Een ander strand – ik wil een ander strand (klik twee keer op de foto om ze te vergroten)<\/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-qp","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1624,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/boektitelgedicht-1\/","url_meta":{"origin":1637,"position":0},"title":"boektitelgedicht 1","author":"Johanna","date":"2 oktober 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"Terugblik Mannelijke vrouwen, verslaafd aan perfectie, maak me blij - hart om hart, op leven en dood Ik was een samoerai - man en vrouw - Het schitterende duister verboden toegang \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 (klik twee keer op de foto om ze te vergroten)","rel":"","context":"In "gedichten"","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\/10\/021020123439-225x300.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":1634,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/boektitelgedicht-3\/","url_meta":{"origin":1637,"position":1},"title":"boektitelgedicht 3","author":"Johanna","date":"4 oktober 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"De alchemie van de verbeelding Bij het vallen van de avond dromen met het lichaam over de liefde, de weldoener \u00a0 (klik twee keer op de foto om ze te vergroten)","rel":"","context":"In "gedichten"","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\/10\/021020123438-300x224.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":1629,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/boektitelgedicht-2\/","url_meta":{"origin":1637,"position":2},"title":"boektitelgedicht 2","author":"Johanna","date":"3 oktober 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"The human condition Queen of dreams, bid me to live my secret life, a life of one's own - men as women, women as men - beyond sexuality. The hours - dreaming the dark - sick and tired of feeling sick and tired \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 (klik twee keer\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "gedichten"","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\/10\/the-human-condition-274x300.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":3728,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/een-ander-strand\/","url_meta":{"origin":1637,"position":3},"title":"een ander strand","author":"Johanna","date":"2 april 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"We zijn toch allemaal hetzelfde, zei je. Je dacht dat ik verguld zou zijn en niet beledigd. Dat ik je warme armen om me heen zou voelen omdat je vond dat ik erbij kon horen. Er zijn zo. veel. mensen net als jij \u2013 je ziet niet meer wie anders\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "gedichten"","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\/2017\/04\/koffers-635x476.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/koffers-635x476.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/koffers-635x476.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x"},"classes":[]},{"id":745,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/maaltijd-voor-twee\/","url_meta":{"origin":1637,"position":4},"title":"maaltijd voor twee","author":"Johanna","date":"24 januari 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"Het is laat ik ben moe de tv staat nog aan zonder geluid \u2013 maar ik wil in mijn ooghoek bewegingen zien alsof iemand hier woont iemand anders dan ik. Die iemand is zwijgzaam en op zoek naar een sok of een boek of een sleutel \u2013 dat stel ik\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "gedichten"","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\/01\/010820112379-225x300.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":3239,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/fransesca\/","url_meta":{"origin":1637,"position":5},"title":"fransesca","author":"Johanna","date":"11 september 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Verhalen over Fransesca \u00a0 1. Fransesca woonde in een hutje bij de zee. Ze woonde daar met twee. Dat was soms wel wat eenzaam. Er waren struiken distels duinen. Soms kwamen er mensen langs dan moest ze zich verschuilen en huilde ze de zoute tranen die ze van de zeewind\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "gedichten"","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\/2014\/01\/zee-klein-180114-028-225x300.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]}],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1637"}],"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=1637"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1637\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1640,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1637\/revisions\/1640"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1637"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1637"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1637"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}