{"id":1359,"date":"2010-01-12T16:25:00","date_gmt":"2010-01-12T15:25:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/?p=1359"},"modified":"2011-02-17T07:40:11","modified_gmt":"2011-02-17T06:40:11","slug":"caliverna","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/?p=1359","title":{"rendered":"caliv\u00e8rna&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2 class=\"sub-title-primary\"><\/h2> <p>g\u00f3ce p\u00e9gre,\u00a0 str\u00e0che le sdind\u00f2na<br \/>\n&#8216;nlumin\u00e0de da la luna ormai span\u00ecda<br \/>\ne dent spegi\u00e0 gh&#8217;\u00e8 &#8216;n muss tut sgi\u00f3nf<br \/>\nche &#8216;l se spant\u00e0cia &#8216;n t\u00e8ra e p\u00f2<br \/>\n&#8216;l se &#8216;mpr\u00e8nde come ghi\u00e0c<br \/>\nombr\u00eca de caliv\u00e8rna gr\u00ecsa e m\u00ecza<br \/>\nlasando sol a chiche gh&#8217;\u00e8ra l\u00ec<br \/>\nqoel ensognarse de &#8216;n soriso<br \/>\nempiant\u00e0 dent, &#8216;n m\u00e8z a na l\u00e0grima<br \/>\nna\u0161\u00f9da via par s\u00f3ra<br \/>\ncome la f\u00f9ssia &#8216;l fior del b\u00f3i del mosto<br \/>\ndolc<br \/>\ngi\u00f3\u00a0 &#8216;n de qoel v\u00e8cio c\u00e9ver,<br \/>\nscond\u00f9, de dr\u00e9 da terla\u00ecne<br \/>\nche se p\u00f2lsa al l\u00f9m emparmalos<br \/>\nde na candela r\u00f3ssa che la piange<br \/>\n&#8216;n de &#8216;n canton.<br \/>\nMa dent de mi passi\u00f3n pu triste:<br \/>\nm\u00e9 de ma\u00ecstro sula l\u00e9ngua s\u00f9ta<\/p>\n<p><strong>Giuliano<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>galav\u00e8rna<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>gocce lente, stanche si dondolano | illuminate dalla luna ormai appannata | e dentro specchiato un viso tutto gonfio | che si spiaccia sul terreno e poi | si rapprende come ghiaccio | ombra di galav\u00e8rna grigia ed umida | lasciando solo a chi c&#8217;era | quel sogno di un sorriso\u00a0 | piantato dentro, in mezzo ad una lacrima | nata in superficie | come fosse il fiore del ribollire del mosto | dolce | in quel vecchio tino | nascosto, dietro a ragnatele | che si riposa alla luce timida | di una candela rossa che lacrima | in un angolo. | Ma dentro me passioni amare | assenzio sulla lingua asciutta.<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>g&Atilde;&sup3;ce p&Atilde;&copy;gre,&Acirc;&nbsp; str&Atilde;&nbsp;che le sdind&Atilde;&sup2;na<br \/>\n&#8216;nlumin&Atilde;&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1359"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1359"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1359\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2338,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1359\/revisions\/2338"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1359"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1359"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.diaolin.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}