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un cappuccino \u0219i o brio\u0219\u0103, v\u0103 rog, ce v\u00e2nt, ce v\u00e2nt, \r\nparc\u0103 ies inchizitorii la v\u00e2n\u0103toare de vr\u0103jitoare. \r\n\u00eemi aduce cu pa\u0219i m\u0103run\u021bi cappuccino \u0219i o brio\u0219\u0103 expirat\u0103. \r\nmu\u0219c din ea cu gra\u021bie de domni\u0219oar\u0103 vene\u021bian\u0103. \r\nde fapt, nu m-a\u0219 mira s\u0103 fiu o contes\u0103 \r\nvene\u021bian\u0103 \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 dimensiune. de fapt, brio\u0219a are gust de arsenic.\r\nmi-ar pl\u0103cea s\u0103 \u0219tiu cum s\u0103 combin, \r\ns\u0103 folosesc eficient, f\u0103r\u0103 urme, otr\u0103vurile. \r\nchimie, dar nu numai chimie. \r\nvr\u0103jitoarele \u0219tiau. vr\u0103jitoare invoc\u00e2nd for\u021bele \u0219i elementele naturii.\r\nm\u00e2nuind cu precizie acul \u00een creierul p\u0103pu\u0219ii de cear\u0103. \r\no moarte lent\u0103 \u0219i obscur\u0103 la Vene\u021bia. \r\nun du\u0219 fierbinte, un ceai cald aromat, o privire peste lagun\u0103. \r\nating st\u00e2lpii de lemn pe care st\u0103 \r\nca o doamn\u0103 trufa\u0219\u0103 Vene\u021bia cu palatele \u0219i catedralele ei, \r\narhitectur\u0103 de un gust rafinat, anacronic. \r\nvintage, a\u0219 zice. am spart \u0219i eu oglinda vene\u021bian\u0103. \r\nnoi nu avem v\u00e2rst\u0103. p\u00e2nze de p\u0103ianjen \u00eemi cresc \u00eentre degete. \r\nle \u00eentind pe corp, un ve\u0219m\u00e2nt \u021besut de arahnide. \r\n\u00een seara asta o s\u0103 trec din vis \u00een vis, \r\np\u00e2n\u0103 ajung \u00eentr-o dimensiune unde nu exist\u0103 nici timp, nici spa\u021biu.\r\nunde totul se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00eentr-un singur \u0219i unic moment.\r\n\u00eencerc s\u0103 \u00eemi imaginez cum ar fi. \u00eencerc doar.\r<\/pre>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<\/div>\n\n\n\nfetele din Vene\u0163ia<\/strong><\/h5>\n\n\n\n
\nse \u00eemboln\u0103vesc fetele tinere din Vene\u021bia. \r\naerul \u0219i apa sunt de vin\u0103, au zis medici renumi\u021bi. \r\ndragostea, au zis cititorii \r\n\u00een stele \u0219i c\u0103r\u021bi de tarot. sunt palide, obrajii sup\u021bi, \r\nstomacul lipit de coastele fragile. \r\ntrec pe strad\u0103 ca \u0219i cum ar levita. \r\ndegetele lor prelungi ating clape invizibile de pian. \r\nviorile acompaniaz\u0103. o muzic\u0103 dulceag\u0103, \r\nmacabr\u0103. carnea macr\u0103 se desprinde u\u0219or de pe trupurile lor,\r\nse face flori de trandafir vene\u021bian. \r\nacqua tofana pe buzele vinete, sub\u021biate, desfr\u00e2nate. \r\nse \u00eemboln\u0103vesc fetele tinere din Vene\u021bia. \r\ntrec pe Ponte di Rialto defil\u00e2nd \u0219i c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd cu voci \r\nde soprane \u0219trangulate. rochii grele de catifea, \r\nm\u0103\u0219ti de carnaval, evantaie, p\u0103l\u0103rioare cochete, oglinjoare. \r\npumnale mici, elegante, \u00eentre s\u00e2ni. \r\nm\u0103nu\u0219i negre cu dantel\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie zidurile umede.\r\nlumina lunii s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it \u00eentr-o explozie alb\u0103\r\npeste fetele tinere din Vene\u021bia.\r\nprin trupurile lor translucide po\u021bi arunca o privire \u00een trecut.\r\nse lovesc de ziduri \u0219i se r\u0103sucesc.\r\nochii lor hipnotici se dilat\u0103 peste umbra soarelui.\r\naerul \u0219i apa sunt de vin\u0103, zic medici renumi\u021bi. \r\ndragostea, dragostea, zic cititorii \u00een stele, \r\ndar stelele au murit de mult, \r\niar c\u0103r\u021bile de tarot s-au dizolvat \u00een m\u00e2inile tremur\u0103toare \r\nale celor care caut\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 un leac \r\npentru fetele tinere din Vene\u021bia. dac\u0103 nu cumva \r\nto\u021bi c\u0103ut\u0103torii s-au aruncat \r\n\u00een apele verzui cu miros de moarte lasciv\u0103.\n\r<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<\/div>\n\n\n\ntrupul meu<\/strong><\/h5>\n\n\n\n
\nam dou\u0103 trupuri gemene care fug unul de altul \r\npe str\u0103du\u021bele din Vene\u021bia. \r\nc\u00e2nd unul se plimb\u0103 cu gondola, altul se holbeaz\u0103 \r\nla Palazzo Ducale. trup imperfect, \r\ntrup \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een catifea neagr\u0103, \r\nnu urla dup\u0103 o moarte onorabil\u0103, \u0219tii bine, \r\na\u0219a ceva nu exist\u0103. \r\nplimb\u0103-te cu gondola p\u00e2n\u0103 iese \r\ntot aerul acela greu \u0219i infect din inima ta \r\n\u0219i se scufund\u0103 \u00een apele Vene\u021biei. \r\nurechile \u00ee\u021bi at\u00e2rn\u0103 ca la c\u00e2inii negri l\u0103\u021bo\u0219i de ras\u0103, \r\nprefera\u021bii v\u0103duvelor. \r\ntrag \u00een rafale scurte gloan\u021be de argint. \r\nscurtez vie\u021bile. dau startul pentru o nou\u0103 v\u00e2n\u0103toare.\r\ntrup aproape perfect, \r\ntrup cu masc\u0103 de bal \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een catifea ro\u0219ie, \r\nnu urla dup\u0103 o via\u021b\u0103 onorabil\u0103, \r\nnu o meri\u021bi, dac\u0103 ai fi fost duce sau conte, \r\npoate, dar nici a\u0219a, \r\ndu-te la un carnaval vene\u021bian \r\nf\u0103-te pierdut printre alte trupuri pudrate, parfumate, \r\ns\u0103 ascund\u0103 mirosul de pe\u0219te mort. \r\nv\u00e2n\u0103toarea trupurilor este aproape, a \u00eenceput \r\n\u00een plin\u0103 furtun\u0103. \r\ntrupuri gemene, unul albinos, imperfect, \r\ncel\u0103lalt aproape perfect, \r\n\u00eempreun\u0103 sunte\u021bi trupul meu damblagit.\r\nst\u0103 rezemat \u0219i se uit\u0103 la un pesc\u0103ru\u0219 \r\ncare zboar\u0103 \u021bip\u00e2nd asurzitor. \r\n\u0219i ce soare violet \u00eemi inund\u0103 ochii \r\n\u00een lumina de sub apele st\u0103tute ale Vene\u021biei.\r<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n\u00een umbra catedralei<\/strong><\/h5>\n\n\n\n
\numbra catedralei miroase a mucegai \u0219i puroi. \r\no fat\u0103 \u00een blugi slim se roag\u0103 pe trepte. \r\ntrec oamenii cum trec norii printre cl\u0103diri, \r\ncum trece cea\u021ba peste canale. \r\nVene\u021bia coace pe din\u0103untru ca o ran\u0103 cu crust\u0103 \u0219i puroi. \r\nfata se ridic\u0103 u\u0219or ame\u021bit\u0103, \r\n\u00ee\u0219i aranjeaz\u0103 blugii pe talie \u0219i prive\u0219te cerul. \r\nurm\u0103re\u0219te d\u00e2rele albe. \r\n\u00eei privesc p\u0103rul \u0219aten cum fo\u0219ne\u0219te \r\npeste umeri, parc\u0103 sunt m\u00e2inile mele m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind-o timid.\r\ntrec avioane cu reac\u021bie cum trec pesc\u0103ru\u0219ii \r\ncu pe\u0219te \u00een ciocurile galbene. \r\neu o urm\u0103resc pe fat\u0103 pas cu pas, \r\n\u00eenregistrez micul ei dans \u00een jurul catedralei \r\n\u0219i parc\u0103 aud muzica eteric\u0103. un dans ca o chemare erotic\u0103.\r\n\r\nVene\u021bia se umple de pe\u0219te mort. \r\nVene\u021bia \u00eenmul\u021be\u0219te pe\u0219tele mort, face minuni blestemate.\r\n\r\nun \u0219oricel st\u0103 speriat \u00een mijlocul str\u0103zii.\r\noamenii r\u00e2d de el. \u00eel filmez de aproape, at\u00e2t de speriat \r\nc\u0103 \u00eel aud cum mi\u0219c\u0103 din boticul umed. \r\nfrig, cea\u021b\u0103, ap\u0103 tulbure, voci pe tonalitate \u00eenalt\u0103, \r\narbu\u0219ti verzi t\u0103ia\u021bi \u00een forme geometrice, \r\ncaldar\u00e2m de piatr\u0103. \r\n\r\ncatedrala \u00eenalt\u0103, goal\u0103, \u00eentr-o firid\u0103 un \u00eenger de marmur\u0103 \r\nse roag\u0103 cu ochi senzuali,\r\nseam\u0103n\u0103 la chipul dolofan cu Marilyn Monroe. \r<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<\/div>\n\n\n\nDeath in Venice<\/strong><\/h5>\n\n\n\n
\nEra frumos, \u00een Grecia antic\u0103 ar fi fost efeb.\r\nSocrate l-ar fi iubit. Dar eu, asear\u0103, \u00een Vene\u021bia, pe o ploaie\r\ncare p\u0103rea s\u0103 nu se mai termine,\r\nla ad\u0103postul unei terase din centrul ora\u0219ului,\r\n\u00eel priveam hipnotic \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg cum poate fi\r\nun b\u0103rbat t\u00e2n\u0103r, un adolescent, de o frumuse\u021be\r\nat\u00e2t de rafinat\u0103 \u0219i nu am g\u0103sit\r\nniciun r\u0103spuns, doar privirea mea devenise sup\u0103r\u0103tor\r\nde insistent\u0103. Indecent\u0103. I-am memorat\r\ntr\u0103s\u0103turile fe\u021bei \u0219i \u00eencercam s\u0103 \u00eemi imaginez c\u0103 poate\r\npeste 2-3 ani de fumat (fuma cu o elegan\u021b\u0103 de aristocrat italian\r\n\u021bigar\u0103 dup\u0103 \u021bigar\u0103 ) \u0219i de b\u0103ut bere ca un irlandez,\r\nva ar\u0103ta ca un t\u00e2n\u0103r deja \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit cu burt\u0103 \u0219i \u00eenceput de chelie.\r\n\r\nAbia am a\u0219teptat s\u0103 plec, s\u0103 v\u0103d dac\u0103 \u00eel uit,\r\nmerg\u00e2nd prin ploaie, noaptea, pe str\u0103du\u021bele din Vene\u021bia,\r\n\u0219i o jum\u0103tate de or\u0103 nu m-am g\u00e2ndit dec\u00e2t\r\nla faptul c\u0103 el va r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een mintea mea la fel de t\u00e2n\u0103r,\r\nfrumos ca un efeb iubit de Socrate, \u00een timp ce eu voi fi\r\no b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 poate decrepit\u0103 sau paralizat\u0103,\r\n\u00eenjur\u00e2nd cu sete pe oricine \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 se apropie de mine.\r<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<\/div>\n\n\n\niarn\u0103 la Vene\u0163ia<\/strong><\/h5>\n\n\n\n
\nau trecut zilele bl\u00e2nde, c\u0103ldu\u021be de toamn\u0103. \r\ne iarn\u0103 la Vene\u021bia \u0219i aerul rece \r\ntaie cea\u021ba, respira\u021bia. soarele opac, valuri fosforescente, \r\no dragoste maladiv\u0103 pentru \r\nb\u0103iatul cu nume de nobil vene\u021bian. se spune c\u0103 ar fi englez \r\nsau chiar un conte din Veneto. \r\nst\u0103 singur la fereastra spitalului \u0219i prive\u0219te \r\n\u00een interior \u0219i \u00een interior vede Vene\u021bia \r\ncum se r\u0103suce\u0219te ca o dansatoare de flamenco \r\npeste Ponte di Rialto. \r\nea danseaz\u0103 alert, inima lui bubuie \r\n\u00een pieptul firav de adolescent, \r\nea \u00eel acoper\u0103 cu voalul negru cu miros dulceag \r\nde s\u00e2nge \u00eenchegat, \r\nea \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenfige tocurile p\u0103trate \u00een m\u00e2inile lui,\r\nca ni\u0219te stigmate. \u00een cur\u00e2nd, el va fi liber s\u0103 mearg\u0103 \r\npas cu pas pe str\u0103du\u021bele din Vene\u021bia, \r\nsprijinindu-se u\u0219or de un um\u0103r invizibil. \r\nochii lui vor c\u0103p\u0103ta culoarea apelor lagunei. \r\n\u00een ochii lui se vor reflecta \r\numbrele neregulate, ascu\u021bite ale catedralelor pustii, \r\no muzic\u0103 tulbur\u0103tor de stranie, \r\n\u00eenc\u0103 un pas pe o treapt\u0103, \r\n\u00eenc\u0103 un pas \u00een golul de sub picioare \u0219i Vene\u021bia \r\n\u00eel va \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a cu dragostea maladiv\u0103 \r\na unei curtezane desfr\u00e2nate din alt secol, \r\nc\u00e2nd otr\u0103vurile se purtau pe buze \r\n\u0219i se ofereau odat\u0103 cu s\u0103rutul letal. c\u00e2nd el se va trezi, \r\nlumea pe care o va vedea va fi de nerecunoscut, \r\no lume virtual\u0103 prin care se mi\u0219c\u0103 silen\u021bios \r\nandroizi at\u00e2t de perfec\u021bi \r\n\u00eenc\u00e2t oamenii sunt considera\u021bi inutili. \r\no lume \u00een care el se va sim\u021bi \r\nla fel de virtual ca aerul aseptic din camera de spital \r\nunde a z\u0103cut calm, rece \u0219i distant, \r\nca un nobil englez sau ca o zi de iarn\u0103 vene\u021bian\u0103.\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<\/div>\n\n\n\nfantezie de iarn\u0103 vene\u021bian\u0103<\/strong><\/h5>\n\n\n\n
\n\u00een noaptea vene\u021bian\u0103 \u00eentr-o lume numai din ape\r\nluna s-a f\u0103cut praf de opium\r\npe limba mea v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103 \r\ncontururile au c\u0103zut ca ni\u0219te bra\u021be inutile\r\n\r\nam stat cu ochiul din frunte \r\ndilatat p\u00e2n\u0103 la extaz \r\n\u00eenregistr\u00e2nd transform\u0103rile fractalice \u2013\r\no pelicul\u0103 de cinematograf \r\nlinii forme \u00een mi\u0219care oameni nu \r\ndoar lumini viu colorate \r\nating\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u00een treac\u0103t l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-\u0219i amprentele \r\npe fruntea mea de diamant\r\n\r\ncerul se deschisese emana o lini\u0219te obsesiv\u0103\r\no gondol\u0103 din sticl\u0103 de murano c\u00e2nta pentru o balerin\u0103\r\nbalerina st\u0103tea nemi\u0219cat\u0103 pe poante\r\ncu m\u00e2inile \u00eentinse \u0219i u\u0219or arcuite deasupra capului\r\no pas\u0103re \u00eemp\u0103iat\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i smulgea penele\r\ngondolei \u00eei crescuser\u0103 aripi de bronz verde\r\ncare s-au deschis larg\r\ngondola din sticl\u0103 de murano a luat-o pe balerin\u0103 \u00een spate\r\na zburat peste lacul \u00eenghe\u021bat\r\nbalerina a s\u0103rit pe ghea\u021b\u0103 a dansat lacul lebedelor\r\n\u0219i-a str\u00e2ns aripile la piept\r\nam privit \u0219i mai ad\u00e2nc \u00een interior\r\nsupernovele se transformau \u00een puncte \r\n\u00eentr-o continu\u0103 mi\u0219care circular\u0103 un vortex m\u0103 absorbea\r\ninstinctiv am opus rezisten\u021b\u0103 \r\no izbitur\u0103 \u00een dreptul inimii o rupere o c\u0103dere \u00een vid\r\n\r\npoate doar \u00eencremenisem \u00een ger\r\n\u00een mijlocul apelor \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 realitate palpabil\u0103\r\n\u0219i c\u00e2nd am revenit \r\npluteam pe o gondol\u0103 pe sub Ponte di Rialto \r\nm\u0103 leg\u0103nam u\u0219or apa clipocea\r\ncerul era din catifea neagr\u0103\r\nluna str\u0103lucea peste Vene\u021bia ca un diamant\r\nla pieptul indecent al unei curtezane insomniace\r<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<\/div>\n\n\n\nVene\u021bia te alege<\/strong><\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Vene\u021bia e ca o matrio\u0219ka, o domni\u0219oar\u0103 uria\u0219\u0103, elegant\u0103, \r\no contes\u0103 din Veneto \u00een interiorul c\u0103reia stau \r\nuna \u00eentr-alta celelalte domni\u0219oare vene\u021biene, fiecare cu alt costum, \r\nfiecare din alt\u0103 epoc\u0103. dar Vene\u021bia e cea mai preten\u021bioas\u0103, \r\nmofturoas\u0103, nu accept\u0103 pe oricine \r\n\u00een paradisul ei de ape, poduri, canale. cine nu are oase bine sudate, \r\nvertebre de o\u021bel, nu rezist\u0103 la un mic dejun \r\ncu aceast\u0103 signorina trufa\u0219\u0103. \r\nte ucide doar cu privirea la prima \u00eenghi\u021bitur\u0103 de ceai sau cafea. \r\noric\u00e2t ai fi de bogat, faimos, \r\nchiar de ai avea toat\u0103 lumea la picioare, \r\ndac\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi lipse\u0219te distinc\u021bia aceea cumva nobiliar\u0103 din priviri, \r\ngesturi, \u021binut\u0103, atunci nu e\u0219ti demn. vei fi eliminat \r\nca o eroare din sistem. \u0219i dac\u0103 nu \u00eei dai tot sufletul t\u0103u s\u0103 \u00eel soarb\u0103 \r\ncu voluptate, s\u0103 \u00eel pip\u0103ie ca \u0219i cum ar avea \r\nconsisten\u021b\u0103 material\u0103, dac\u0103 nu \u00eei juri supunere ca un vasal, \r\nVene\u021bia nu te va primi \u00een l\u0103ca\u0219ul ei. \r\nlac\u0103te grele de fier peste por\u021bi nu te vor l\u0103sa s\u0103 treci nici cu privirea. \r\nrenun\u021b\u0103 la tot \u0219i tot nu e suficient, \r\nnoble\u021bea ta trebuie s\u0103 fie \u00eenn\u0103scut\u0103. Vene\u021bia e cea care te alege. \r\ndac\u0103 nu treci proba final\u0103, vei fi eliminat ca un parazit, \r\nca o boal\u0103 ru\u0219inoas\u0103. nu cere azil, nici \u00eendurare, \r\nmai bine \u00eentoarce-te de unde ai venit \u0219i \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 o ui\u021bi. \r\nea nu este pentru oricine, \r\nea te alege, dar este at\u00e2t de capricioas\u0103, \r\n\u00eenc\u00e2t a\u0219teapt\u0103-te la un refuz rostit cu voce ostil\u0103 din ad\u00e2ncul tulbure \r\nal apelor poate calme acum, dar cu c\u00e2t\u0103 furie te vor izbi \r\n\u00een fa\u021b\u0103 c\u00e2nd vei avea curajul s\u0103 o \u00eenfrun\u021bi. \r\nteme-te. fugi, ad\u0103poste\u0219te-te, \r\nVene\u021bia nu poate fi supus\u0103. \u00eenchide ochii, \r\nimagineaz\u0103-\u021bi-o ca pe o domni\u0219oar\u0103 scheletic\u0103, uria\u0219\u0103,\r\ncu un z\u00e2mbet serafic, plutind peste ape \r\n\u00een costum de bal, otr\u0103vind aerul cu respira\u021bia viciat\u0103, \r\npervers\u0103, dar ea mereu elegant\u0103, nobil\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2rful capilarelor.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"o domni\u0219oar\u0103 vene\u021bian\u0103 un cappuccino \u0219i o brio\u0219\u0103, v\u0103 rog, ce v\u00e2nt, ce v\u00e2nt, parc\u0103 ies inchizitorii la v\u00e2n\u0103toare de vr\u0103jitoare. \u00eemi aduce cu pa\u0219i m\u0103run\u021bi cappuccino \u0219i o brio\u0219\u0103 expirat\u0103. mu\u0219c din ea cu gra\u021bie de domni\u0219oar\u0103 vene\u021bian\u0103. de fapt, nu m-a\u0219 mira s\u0103 fiu o contes\u0103 vene\u021bian\u0103 \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 dimensiune. de fapt, brio\u0219a are gust de arsenic. mi-ar pl\u0103cea s\u0103 \u0219tiu cum s\u0103 combin, s\u0103 folosesc eficient, f\u0103r\u0103 urme, otr\u0103vurile. chimie, dar nu numai chimie. vr\u0103jitoarele \u0219tiau. vr\u0103jitoare invoc\u00e2nd for\u021bele \u0219i elementele naturii. m\u00e2nuind cu precizie acul \u00een creierul p\u0103pu\u0219ii de cear\u0103. o moarte lent\u0103 \u0219i obscur\u0103 la<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":151,"featured_media":4356,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[30],"tags":[974,1012,9],"coauthors":[],"class_list":["post-4355","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poezie","tag-nr-1-2022","tag-ofelia-prodan","tag-poezie"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/ofelia.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4355","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/151"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4355"}],"version-history":[{"count":28,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4355\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4415,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4355\/revisions\/4415"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/4356"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4355"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4355"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4355"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcoauthors&post=4355"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}