{"id":205,"date":"2011-10-09T14:01:40","date_gmt":"2011-10-09T14:01:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/?p=205"},"modified":"2011-10-09T14:06:25","modified_gmt":"2011-10-09T14:06:25","slug":"205","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/205\/","title":{"rendered":"regen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-attachment-id=\"206\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/205\/attachment\/120720112298\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/120720112298.jpg?fit=2048%2C1536&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"2048,1536\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.8&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;N73&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1310503581&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;5.6&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;640&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.049&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"regen\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/120720112298.jpg?fit=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/120720112298.jpg?fit=500%2C375&amp;ssl=1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-206 alignleft\" style=\"margin: 10px; border: 5px solid black;\" title=\"regen\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/120720112298.jpg?resize=240%2C180\" alt=\"\" width=\"240\" height=\"180\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/120720112298.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/120720112298.jpg?resize=500%2C375&amp;ssl=1 500w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/120720112298.jpg?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/120720112298.jpg?w=1250 1250w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/120720112298.jpg?w=1875 1875w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Er was alleen maar dat. De<br \/>\nregen en een mond. Twee<br \/>\nlippen en een tong. En dat<br \/>\njouw hand de mijne zocht<\/p>\n<p>en vond<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Er was alleen maar dat. De regen en een mond. Twee lippen en een tong. En dat jouw hand de mijne zocht en vond<\/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\/s8pym5-205","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2800,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/recensie-goodreads-2\/","url_meta":{"origin":205,"position":0},"title":"Recensie Goodreads &#8211; januari 2014","author":"Johanna","date":"29 januari 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Willy Schuyesmans (auteur van onder meer Hoerenjong en te veel andere boeken om op te noemen) over De lelijke kleine zeemeermin: Al lijken niet alle gedichten in deze bundel helemaal voldragen, toch staan er pareltjes tussen. 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