{"id":6904,"date":"2017-01-11T21:13:00","date_gmt":"2017-01-11T20:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?p=6904"},"modified":"2017-01-22T02:23:57","modified_gmt":"2017-01-22T01:23:57","slug":"stavamo-meglio-quando","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?p=6904","title":{"rendered":"STAVAMO MEGLIO QUANDO\u2026"},"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\/2017\/01\/OREGNE-primi-anni-50--701x1024.jpg\" title=\"Oregne di Sospirolo (BL) - primi anni 50\" width=\"640\" height=\"935\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-6905\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/OREGNE-primi-anni-50--701x1024.jpg 701w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/OREGNE-primi-anni-50--205x300.jpg 205w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/OREGNE-primi-anni-50--768x1123.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/OREGNE-primi-anni-50-.jpg 1401w\" 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:40px;\"> Passo per i paesi a radio spenta,<br \/>\nper meglio sentire voci del passato,<br \/>\nma pi\u00f9 non odo voci di monelli che<br \/>\nschiamazzano per strada, oppure<br \/>\ntramano, pianificano le prossime<br \/>\nbravate o marachelle \u2013 nostrani<br \/>\nHuck o Tom, ma di ben altri tempi.<br \/>\nQuando tutto sembrava ancora assai<br \/>\nnormale; e una gita scolastica portava<br \/>\na riassaporare i profumi di latteria, tra<br \/>\nvasche di rame e presse da formaggio;<br \/>\nquando a scuola si andava solo a piedi,<br \/>\ncon pioggia, vento o neve, e poi la stufa<br \/>\ncalda e le pantofole; e Natale sembrava<br \/>\nnon arrivare mai; e possedere infine la<br \/>\nsognata bicicletta era davvero la Felicit\u00e0.<br \/>\nEravamo apprendisti stregoni, tutti quanti,<br \/>\ne il futuro non sarebbe mai venuto e forse<br \/>\n(fortuna nostra!) nemmeno la <i>pleist\u00e8scion\u2026<\/i> <\/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\/2017\/01\/Guidino-14-707x1024.jpg\" title=\"Guidino, fiero della sua prima bicicletta\" width=\"640\" height=\"927\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-6906\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Guidino-14-707x1024.jpg 707w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Guidino-14-207x300.jpg 207w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Guidino-14-768x1112.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Guidino-14.jpg 1526w\" 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>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/poetamatusel.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/10\/icon-for-audio-files.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/poetamatusel.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/10\/icon-for-audio-files.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"AUDIO * FILE * AUDIO\" width=\"35\" height=\"35\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2897\" \/><\/a>  <strong>PoetaMatus\u00e8l legge<br \/>\nSTAVAMO MEGLIO QUANDO\u2026<\/strong>  <\/p>\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-6904-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/STAVAMO-MEGLIO-QUANDO.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/STAVAMO-MEGLIO-QUANDO.mp3\">https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/STAVAMO-MEGLIO-QUANDO.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Viole-di-marzo-Foto-Guido-Comin-150x150.jpg\" title=\"Profumo di quasi-primavera - Foto Guido Comin PoetaMatus\u00e8l\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6930\" \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:40px;\"><em>Prezioso Visitatore che mi leggi, un breve commento, anche solo un saluto, non ti costa che un piccolissimo sforzo, per\u00f2 far\u00e0 un enorme piacere a me, quando lo legger\u00f2! Grazie di cuore!! <\/em> &nbsp; :O)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-top:30px;\">\n<p><span style=\"font-family:'Arial Narrow Special G1';font-size:small;\">Copyright  \u00a9 2017 Guido Comin PoetaMatus\u00e8l &#8211;  Belluno, Italy. All rights reserved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Passo per i paesi a radio spenta, per meglio sentire voci del passato, ma pi\u00f9 non odo voci di monelli che schiamazzano per strada, oppure tramano, pianificano le prossime bravate o marachelle \u2013 nostrani Huck o Tom, ma di ben altri tempi. Quando tutto sembrava ancora assai normale; e una gita scolastica portava [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,13,6],"tags":[3236,1422,1925,3234,2479,3235],"class_list":["post-6904","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia-contemporanea-2","category-poesia-italiana","category-poetry-poesia","tag-dukas","tag-infanzia","tag-nostalgia","tag-passato","tag-ricordi","tag-stregone"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6904","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=6904"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6904\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6939,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6904\/revisions\/6939"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6904"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6904"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6904"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}