{"id":2400,"date":"2012-08-11T22:22:40","date_gmt":"2012-08-11T20:22:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetamatusel.wordpress.com\/?p=2400"},"modified":"2017-03-18T22:16:44","modified_gmt":"2017-03-18T21:16:44","slug":"nostalgia-di-biciclette","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?p=2400","title":{"rendered":"NOSTALGIA DI BICICLETTE"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<table width=\"999\" border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"2\" cellspacing=\"0\" unselectable=\"on\">\n<tbody>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/Mar\u00ecka-4-1024x771.jpg\" title=\"Magica Mar\u00ecka e il Muro di Berlino - Foto Guido Comin PoetaMatus\u00e8l\" width=\"640\" height=\"482\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-7040\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/Mar\u00ecka-4-1024x771.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/Mar\u00ecka-4-300x226.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/Mar\u00ecka-4-768x578.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/Mar\u00ecka-4.jpg 1777w\" 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-left:120px;\"><em>A Mar\u00ecka<\/em> <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:40px;\">Che belle le ragazze<br \/>\nin bicicletta,<br \/>\nle gonne che volteggiano<br \/>\nnel vuoto dell\u2019aria<br \/>\ndi salsedine condita,<br \/>\nbandiere di montagna<br \/>\nche svolazzano<br \/>\ndove i gracchi lass\u00f9<br \/>\nricamano le nuvole!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:40px;\">Giovani donne ormai,<br \/>\nche gi\u00e0 sanno quasi tutto,<br \/>\ndi una vita che sar\u00e0<br \/>\ndi amore e pianto,<br \/>\nmentre cicale che<br \/>\nnon tacciono la sera<br \/>\nlente scandiscono<br \/>\ndi ruote il giravolta&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:40px;\">Ma sulle bici in volo<br \/>\nmanchi proprio solo<br \/>\nTU!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<table width=\"999\" border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"2\" cellspacing=\"0\" unselectable=\"on\">\n<tbody>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/gracchi-e-nuvole-foto-guido-comin1-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"Gracchi (Pyrrhocorax graculus) e nuvole - Foto Guido Comin PoetaMatus\u00e8l\" width=\"614\" height=\"440\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-2451\" \/><\/p>\n<tr>\n<td  valign=\"top\" width=\"999\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/icon-for-audio-files.jpg\" alt=\"AUDIO * FILE * AUDIO\" width=\"35\" height=\"35\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2897\" \/> <strong>PoetaMatus\u00e8l legge<br \/>\nNOSTALGIA DI BICICLETTE<\/strong>  <\/p>\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-2400-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/NOSTALGIA-DI-BICICLETTE.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/NOSTALGIA-DI-BICICLETTE.mp3\">https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/NOSTALGIA-DI-BICICLETTE.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:30px;\">\n<p><span style=\"font-family:'Arial Narrow Special G1';font-size:small;\">Copyright  \u00a9 2012 Guido Comin PoetaMatus\u00e8l &#8211;  Belluno, Italy. All rights reserved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>.\u2003<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; A Mar\u00ecka &nbsp; Che belle le ragazze in bicicletta, le gonne che volteggiano nel vuoto dell\u2019aria di salsedine condita, bandiere di montagna che svolazzano dove i gracchi lass\u00f9 ricamano le nuvole! &nbsp; Giovani donne ormai, che gi\u00e0 sanno quasi tutto, di una vita che sar\u00e0 di amore e pianto, mentre cicale che non [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,6],"tags":[124,284,311,336,557,658,1271,1275,1688,1794,1925,2185,2416,2561,2582],"class_list":["post-2400","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia-italiana","category-poetry-poesia","tag-amore","tag-bandiere","tag-bellezza","tag-biciclette","tag-cicale","tag-consapevolezza","tag-gonne","tag-gracchi","tag-mare","tag-montagna","tag-nostalgia","tag-pianto","tag-ragazze","tag-ruote","tag-salsedine"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2400","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\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2400"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2400\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7044,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2400\/revisions\/7044"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2400"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2400"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2400"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}