{"id":3206,"date":"2017-07-07T14:47:32","date_gmt":"2017-07-07T12:47:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/?p=3206"},"modified":"2017-07-07T17:27:19","modified_gmt":"2017-07-07T15:27:19","slug":"i-write-at-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/i-write-at-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Ik schrijf &#8217;s nachts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-3207\" src=\"http:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Imagen-1-1-300x205.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"322\" height=\"213\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Ik schrijf &#8217;s nachts,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">de verzen die overdag<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">in mijn hart vielen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Po\u00ebzie over mensen<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">die in de straten wandelen,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">po\u00ebzie van zeelieden<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">en prostituees;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">po\u00ebzie van honden<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u2019s middags op de pleinen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u2019s Nachts weegt op mij van het leven<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">de stenen tentakels,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">het brood en de eenzaamheid.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Sindsdien schrijf ik<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">op de handen van werklieden;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">sindsdien schrijf ik<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">op de ogen van verliefden<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">sindsdien schrijf ik<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u2019s nachts, bij zonlicht en bij de regen,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">sindsdien schrijf ik.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>JOS\u00c9 EDUARDO DEGRAZIA<\/strong> (Brazili\u00eb, 1951)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Vertaling: Germain Droogenbroodt<\/p>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ik schrijf &#8217;s nachts, de verzen die overdag in mijn hart vielen. Po\u00ebzie over mensen die in de straten wandelen, po\u00ebzie van zeelieden en prostituees; po\u00ebzie van honden \u2019s middags op de pleinen. \u2019s Nachts weegt op mij van het leven de stenen tentakels, het brood en de eenzaamheid. Sindsdien schrijf ik op de handen [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3207,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3206"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3206"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3206\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3208,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3206\/revisions\/3208"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3207"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}