{"id":888,"date":"2012-02-20T07:00:52","date_gmt":"2012-02-20T07:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/?p=888"},"modified":"2012-02-18T16:31:02","modified_gmt":"2012-02-18T16:31:02","slug":"late-zon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/late-zon\/","title":{"rendered":"afscheid van de muze"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_890\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/gedichten\/late-zon\/attachment\/p1040511\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-890\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-890\" data-attachment-id=\"890\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/late-zon\/p1040511\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/P1040511.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=\"weg &#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\/02\/P1040511.jpg?fit=300%2C224&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/P1040511.jpg?fit=625%2C469&amp;ssl=1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-890\" title=\"weg - Pien Rijlaarsdam\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/P1040511.jpg?resize=300%2C224\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/P1040511.jpg?resize=300%2C224&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/P1040511.jpg?w=635&amp;ssl=1 635w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-890\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">foto: Pien Rijlaarsdam<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Ik ben alleen in dit<br \/>\ndoor god verlaten land<br \/>\nJe voetstap galmt<br \/>\nnog tergend in mijn oren<\/p>\n<p>Ik voel je vingers nog<br \/>\ndie in mijn handpalm lagen<br \/>\nen zie je ogen blinken<br \/>\nin de late zon<\/p>\n<p>Maar toen de avond kwam<br \/>\ntoen heb je me verlaten<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ik ben alleen in dit door god verlaten land Je voetstap galmt nog tergend in mijn oren Ik voel je vingers nog die in mijn handpalm lagen en zie je ogen blinken in de late zon Maar toen de avond kwam toen heb je me verlaten<\/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-ek","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1862,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/materialist\/","url_meta":{"origin":888,"position":0},"title":"materialist","author":"Johanna","date":"7 januari 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"Ik ben een materialist. Ik hecht me aan Dingen. Ik wil dat ze hun maximale levensduur leven. Daarna leg ik me erbij neer dat ze eindig zijn. Niet eerder. Zo word ik in- en indroevig van slecht gemaakte dingen. Dingen die gemaakt zijn om te verkopen. Punt. 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Een ordeloze horde in een ordelijke stroom.\u00a0Van bovenaf lijkt het of er een lijn zit in wat ze doen, maar die is\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;tekst&quot;","block_context":{"text":"tekst","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/category\/tekst\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Mier - mjp","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/image-e1399743049608.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/image-e1399743049608.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/image-e1399743049608.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x"},"classes":[]}],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/888"}],"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=888"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/888\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":957,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/888\/revisions\/957"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=888"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=888"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=888"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}