{"id":2183,"date":"2012-04-07T16:55:21","date_gmt":"2012-04-07T16:55:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetamatusel.wordpress.com\/?page_id=2183"},"modified":"2017-01-13T21:24:01","modified_gmt":"2017-01-13T20:24:01","slug":"danske-digte","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?page_id=2183","title":{"rendered":"Danske Digte"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<table width=\"999\" border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"2\" cellspacing=\"0\">\n<tbody>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Photo-by-Giorgia-Corr\u00f2--983x1024.jpeg\" title=\"Photography: Giorgia Corr\u00f2, Venice, Italy\" width=\"640\" height=\"667\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-6916\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Photo-by-Giorgia-Corr\u00f2--983x1024.jpeg 983w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Photo-by-Giorgia-Corr\u00f2--288x300.jpeg 288w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Photo-by-Giorgia-Corr\u00f2--768x800.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Photo-by-Giorgia-Corr\u00f2-.jpeg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/p>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"999\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:5px;\">\n<p style=\"padding-left:250px;\">Det lyser kun d\u00e9r,<br \/>\nhvor i aften det sneer,<br \/>\nog &#8230; varmer hjerter!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:100px;\">\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\"><strong>S\u00c5DAN ER DET HELE FORTABT<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">Hvert sekund n\u00e5r vi ikke er sammen<br \/>\ner for altid et tabte sekund i vort liv. <\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">Hvert minut n\u00e5r vi ikke er sammen<br \/>\ner for altid et tabte minut i vort liv. <\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">Hver time n\u00e5r vi ikke er sammen<br \/>\ner for altid en tabte time i vort liv. <\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">Fordi livet er timer, minutter,<br \/>\ndet er kun flere tusind sekunder,<br \/>\nog s\u00e5 kunne det blive fortabt! <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<table width=\"999\" border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"2\" cellspacing=\"0\">\n<tbody>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/night-snow-in-treviso-photo-guido-comin-poetamatusc3a8l-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/night-snow-in-treviso-photo-guido-comin-poetamatusc3a8l-1.jpg?w=640\" title=\"Night snow near Treviso, Italy - Photo Guido Comin PoetaMatus\u00e8l\" width=\"640\" height=\"411\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-4101\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"999\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:150px;\">\n<p><span style=\"font-family:'Arial Narrow Special G1';font-size:x-small;\">Copyright \u00a9 2010-2013 Guido Comin &#8211; Belluno, Italy. All rights reserved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Det lyser kun d\u00e9r, hvor i aften det sneer, og &#8230; varmer hjerter! &nbsp; S\u00c5DAN ER DET HELE FORTABT &nbsp; Hvert sekund n\u00e5r vi ikke er sammen er for altid et tabte sekund i vort liv. Hvert minut n\u00e5r vi ikke er sammen er for altid et tabte minut i vort liv. Hver [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2183","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2183","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2183"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2183\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6918,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2183\/revisions\/6918"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2183"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}