{"id":3162,"date":"2012-11-29T00:21:03","date_gmt":"2012-11-28T23:21:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetamatusel.wordpress.com\/?p=3162"},"modified":"2012-11-29T00:21:03","modified_gmt":"2012-11-28T23:21:03","slug":"vera-immeritata-meraviglia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?p=3162","title":{"rendered":"VERA IMMERITATA MERAVIGLIA"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/tutto-giallo-rosso-poco-verde-ed-arancione-foto-guido-comin-2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/tutto-giallo-rosso-poco-verde-ed-arancione-foto-guido-comin-2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"500\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-3163\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:30px;\">\n<p style=\"padding-left:70px;\">Tra i cespugli grigi della strada,<br \/>\nce n\u2019\u00e8 uno colorato, tutto giallo,<br \/>\nrosso, poco verde, ed arancione,<br \/>\nche nella luce fioca del tramonto<br \/>\n\u2013 quasi fosse un albero a Natale \u2013<br \/>\nsembra come fosse illuminato,<br \/>\nper\u00f2 addobbato da mani di fate<br \/>\ne decorato, ma solo al naturale.<br \/>\nPoi scompare nel retrovisore,<br \/>\neppure io lo ho identificato<br \/>\nquesto nuovo dono che regali,<br \/>\ntuo nuovo prodigio d\u2019autunno! <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:50px;\">\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/ginkgo-acero-co-foto-guido-comin-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/ginkgo-acero-co-foto-guido-comin-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"457\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-3164\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:50px;\">\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/icon-for-audio-files.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/icon-for-audio-files.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"AUDIO * FILE * AUDIO\" width=\"50\" height=\"50\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2897\" \/><\/a> &nbsp; &nbsp; <a href='https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/vera-immeritata-meraviglia-1.mp3'><\/p>\n<h4>Legge PoetaMatusel:&nbsp; VERA IMMERITATA MERAVIGLIA<\/h4>\n<p><\/a> <\/p>\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 2012 Guido Comin \u2013 Belluno, Italy. All rights reserved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Tra i cespugli grigi della strada, ce n\u2019\u00e8 uno colorato, tutto giallo, rosso, poco verde, ed arancione, che nella luce fioca del tramonto \u2013 quasi fosse un albero a Natale \u2013 sembra come fosse illuminato, per\u00f2 addobbato da mani di fate e decorato, ma solo al naturale. Poi scompare nel retrovisore, eppure io lo [&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":[49,82,124,187,256,533,859,1017,1212,1290,1614,1773,2355,2445,2465,2550,3091],"class_list":["post-3162","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia-italiana","category-poetry-poesia","tag-addobbi-natalizi","tag-albero-di-natale","tag-amore","tag-arancione","tag-autunno","tag-cespuglio","tag-dono","tag-fate","tag-giallo","tag-gratitudine","tag-luce-del-tramonto","tag-miracolo","tag-prodigio","tag-regalo","tag-retrovisore","tag-rosso","tag-verde"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3162","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=3162"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3162\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3162"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3162"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3162"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}