{"id":4176,"date":"2014-04-10T11:25:37","date_gmt":"2014-04-10T09:25:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetamatusel.com\/?p=4176"},"modified":"2014-04-10T11:25:37","modified_gmt":"2014-04-10T09:25:37","slug":"folletto-addomesticato","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?p=4176","title":{"rendered":"FOLLETTO ADDOMESTICATO"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&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\/04\/princefox_source_angelfire.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/princefox_source_angelfire.jpg\" alt=\"princefox_source_angelfire\" width=\"446\" height=\"265\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-4177\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/princefox_source_angelfire.jpg 446w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/princefox_source_angelfire-300x178.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 446px) 100vw, 446px\" \/><\/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-left:40px;\">Il mio cuore \u00e8 un folletto pazzerello,<br \/>\nche esulta ancora all\u2019eco del tuo nome;<br \/>\ngrida e saltella di gioia quando pensa<br \/>\ndi risentirti di qui a poco, o ritrovarti. <\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:40px;\">Il mio cuore \u00e8 un giovane fringuello:<br \/>\nfischia e canta come fosse primavera,<br \/>\nanche nel mezzo del traffico caotico,<br \/>\nanche nel buio della pi\u00f9 cupa sera. <\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:40px;\">Il mio cuore tu l\u2019hai <em>ad-do-me-sti-ca-to!<\/em><br \/>\nEra selvaggio e detestava ogni legame,<br \/>\nma tu hai saputo bene avvicinarlo,<br \/>\ncome fece il principino con la volpe. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:20px;\">\n<table width=\"999\" border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"2\" cellspacing=\"0\">\n<tbody>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/le_petit_prince_et_le_renard_by_zenitram_anth-d3dwpuo-1.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/le_petit_prince_et_le_renard_by_zenitram_anth-d3dwpuo-1.png?w=640\" alt=\"le_petit_prince_et_le_renard_by_zenitram_anth-d3dwpuo\" width=\"640\" height=\"627\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-4178\" \/><\/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 2014 Guido Comin PoetaMatus\u00e8l &#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; Il mio cuore \u00e8 un folletto pazzerello, che esulta ancora all\u2019eco del tuo nome; grida e saltella di gioia quando pensa di risentirti di qui a poco, o ritrovarti. Il mio cuore \u00e8 un giovane fringuello: fischia e canta come fosse primavera, anche nel mezzo del traffico caotico, anche nel buio della pi\u00f9 [&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":[50,167,584,722,1356,1543,1558,2230,2256,3169],"class_list":["post-4176","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia-italiana","category-poetry-poesia","tag-addomesticare","tag-antoine-de-saint-exupery","tag-classici-francesi","tag-cuore","tag-il-piccolo-principe","tag-le-petit-prince","tag-letteratura-francese","tag-poesia-damore","tag-poesia-scherzosa","tag-volpe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4176","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=4176"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4176\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4176"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4176"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4176"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}