{"id":2302,"date":"2012-07-16T16:32:03","date_gmt":"2012-07-16T14:32:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetamatusel.wordpress.com\/?p=2302"},"modified":"2012-07-16T16:32:03","modified_gmt":"2012-07-16T14:32:03","slug":"ricordi-di-mare","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?p=2302","title":{"rendered":"RICORDI DI MARE"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/secchiello-sulla-spiaggia-foto-guido-comin.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/secchiello-sulla-spiaggia-foto-guido-comin.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"Secchiello sulla spiaggia, con ramo - Foto Guido Comin\" width=\"614\" height=\"443\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-2456\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/secchiello-sulla-spiaggia-foto-guido-comin.jpg 3259w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/secchiello-sulla-spiaggia-foto-guido-comin-300x217.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/secchiello-sulla-spiaggia-foto-guido-comin-768x554.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/secchiello-sulla-spiaggia-foto-guido-comin-1024x739.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 614px) 100vw, 614px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:430px;\">\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px;\">Era, allora, cos\u00ec bello,<br \/>\nquando in spiaggia<br \/>\nci andavamo in zoccoletti,<br \/>\nsulla sabbia che scottava.<br \/>\nN\u00e9 palette n\u00e9 secchielli,<br \/>\nsolo vecchi fil-di-ferro<br \/>\nda lanciare nella sabbia,<br \/>\nquasi fossero coltelli.<br \/>\nE sembrava una gassosa<br \/>\nun ben raro e grande lusso!<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:50px;\">\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/278815_10150243416957549_7264210_o.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/278815_10150243416957549_7264210_o.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"PoetaMatusel, alias Guidino, a Cavallino (VE) - Anni 50 \" width=\"314\" height=\"502\" class=\"alignright wp-image-2304\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:520px;\">\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/media\/set\/?set=a.10150243416292549.324702.683902548&amp;type=3\" target=\"_blank\"><\/p>\n<h4>Altre foto d&#8217;epoca puoi trovarle su facebook &#8230;<\/h4>\n<p><\/a><\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p><a href='https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/ricordi-di-mare.mp3'><\/p>\n<h4>\n<p style=\"padding-left:60px;\">@UDIO * PoetaMatusel legge RICORDI DI MARE *<\/p>\n<\/h4>\n<p><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:100px;\">\n<p><span style=\"font-family:'Arial Narrow Special G1';font-size:x-small;\">Copyright \u00a9 2012 Guido Comin \u2013 Belluno, Italy. All rights reserved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Era, allora, cos\u00ec bello, quando in spiaggia ci andavamo in zoccoletti, sulla sabbia che scottava. N\u00e9 palette n\u00e9 secchielli, solo vecchi fil-di-ferro da lanciare nella sabbia, quasi fossero coltelli. E sembrava una gassosa un ben raro e grande lusso! Altre foto d&#8217;epoca puoi trovarle su facebook &#8230; @UDIO * PoetaMatusel legge RICORDI DI MARE * [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,6],"tags":[1187,1226,1688,2050,2481,2568,2782],"class_list":["post-2302","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia-italiana","category-poetry-poesia","tag-gassosa","tag-giochi-di-bambini","tag-mare","tag-paletta-e-secchiello","tag-ricordi-dinfanzia","tag-sabbia-che-scotta","tag-spiaggia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2302","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"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=2302"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2302\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2302"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2302"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2302"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}