{"id":157,"date":"2018-04-28T16:16:15","date_gmt":"2018-04-28T16:16:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.quinapoli.net\/poesie\/?page_id=157"},"modified":"2022-11-16T18:57:53","modified_gmt":"2022-11-16T18:57:53","slug":"mattino-di-gennaio","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.quinapoli.net\/poesie\/mattino-di-gennaio\/","title":{"rendered":"Mattino di gennaio"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Mattino di gennaio<\/h3>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Il cuore
non \u00e8 quello di sempre,
in questo mattino
di gennaio, chiaro,
limpido, freddo.

L\u2019anima trema,
prigioniera
dei ghiacciai che ridono
di me cos\u00ec fragile
di fronte ad essi cos\u00ec eterni.

Vivere non \u00e8 cosa facile:
l\u2019ortica anche trapiantata
nel giardino dell\u2019eden
\u00e8 sempre ortica.
Amare vale pi\u00f9 che vivere.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Matin de janvier<\/h3>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Le coeur
N(est pas celui de toujours
En ce matin de janvier
Clair, limpide, froid

L’\u00e2me tremble,
Prisonni\u00e8re des glaciers
Qui se rient de moi
Si fragile,
Face \u00e0 leur \u00e9ternit\u00e9

Vivre n’est pas chose facile;
M\u00eame plant\u00e9e
Dans le jardin d’Eden
L’ortie reste l’ortie
Il est plus pr\u00e9cieux d’aimer
Que de vivre.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Mattino di gennaio Il cuorenon \u00e8 quello di sempre,in questo mattinodi gennaio, chiaro,limpido, freddo. L\u2019anima trema,prigionieradei ghiacciai che ridonodi me cos\u00ec fragiledi fronte ad essi cos\u00ec eterni. Vivere non \u00e8 cosa facile:l\u2019ortica anche trapiantatanel giardino dell\u2019eden\u00e8 sempre ortica.Amare vale pi\u00f9 che vivere. Matin de janvier Le coeurN(est pas celui de toujoursEn ce matin de janvierClair, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"no-sidebar","site-content-layout":"page-builder","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"disabled","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"disabled","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-157","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.quinapoli.net\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/157","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.quinapoli.net\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.quinapoli.net\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.quinapoli.net\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.quinapoli.net\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=157"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"http:\/\/www.quinapoli.net\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/157\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":580,"href":"http:\/\/www.quinapoli.net\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/157\/revisions\/580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.quinapoli.net\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=157"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}