{"id":15461,"date":"2017-07-12T08:18:32","date_gmt":"2017-07-12T06:18:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/?p=15461"},"modified":"2017-07-20T19:03:59","modified_gmt":"2017-07-20T17:03:59","slug":"15461","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/15461.html","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"_5pbx userContent\" data-ft=\"{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}\">\n<div id=\"id_5965be88f3b537895304833\" class=\"text_exposed_root text_exposed\">\n<p>Il mare ha la sua voce<br \/>\ne qui rispetta la tua pace:<br \/>\nun lieve sussurrare<br \/>\n&#8220;Io sono il mare &#8230; Io sono il mare&#8221;<br \/>\nSi parlano all&#8217;alba i passerotti<span class=\"text_exposed_show\"><br \/>\ndopo il lento andare delle notti:<br \/>\nIa sera, romantica Luna rossa<br \/>\ne ora sorge il Sole, arancia grossa.<br \/>\nDov&#8217;\u00e8 quel turbinio di pensieri<br \/>\nquei dolori falsi o veri:<br \/>\nqui mi sento vivo e sereno<br \/>\ne aspetto libero, della vita il treno.<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 10pt;\"><em> ( F. Gentile )<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/20170716_070158.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-15472\" src=\"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/20170716_070158-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"584\" height=\"438\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/20170716_070158-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/20170716_070158-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/20170716_070158-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/20170716_070158-400x300.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 584px) 100vw, 584px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"_3x-2\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Il mare ha la sua voce e qui rispetta la tua pace: un lieve sussurrare &#8220;Io sono il mare &#8230; Io sono il mare&#8221; Si parlano all&#8217;alba i passerotti dopo il lento andare delle notti: Ia sera, romantica Luna rossa &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/15461.html\">Continua a leggere<span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[105,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15461","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-un-pensionato-da-salvare","category-pensieri-e-nuvole"],"views":586,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15461","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15461"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15461\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15474,"href":"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15461\/revisions\/15474"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15461"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15461"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gents.it\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15461"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}