{"id":6585,"date":"2018-05-03T14:13:44","date_gmt":"2018-05-03T13:13:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mitue.de\/?p=6585"},"modified":"2018-05-03T14:16:30","modified_gmt":"2018-05-03T13:16:30","slug":"liebesschmerz-in-berlin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/?p=6585","title":{"rendered":"Liebesschmerz in Berlin"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>Amor \u00e9 um fogo que arde sem se ver;<br \/>\n\u00c9 ferida que d\u00f3i, e n\u00e3o se sente;<br \/>\n\u00c9 um contentamento descontente;<br \/>\n\u00c9 dor que desatina sem doer.<br \/>\n(und weiter <a href=\"http:\/\/www.citador.pt\/poemas\/amor-e-um-fogo-que-arde-sem-se-ver-luis-vaz-de-camoes\">hier<\/a>)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mitue\/41148230164\/in\/dateposted\/\" title=\"Amor e fogo que arde sem se\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm1.staticflickr.com\/826\/41148230164_ff37d19f28.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"341\" alt=\"Amor e fogo que arde sem se\"><\/a><br \/>\nAmor e fogo que arde sem se (Luiz de Camoes)<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Die Liebe ist ein unsichtbares Feuer;<br \/>\nIst eine Wunde, deren Schmerz verborgen;<br \/>\nZufriedenheit, die Streit gebiert und Sorgen;<br \/>\nEin Schmerz, der schmerzlos schmerzet ungeheuer.<br \/>\n(und weiter <a href=\"http:\/\/www.deutsche-liebeslyrik.de\/europaische_liebeslyrik\/camoes_arentsschildt.htm\">hier<\/a>, 11. Widerspruch)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mitue\/10101871213\/\" title=\"Lisboa 017\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7343\/10101871213_7fa8a649d2.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"Lisboa 017\"><\/a><br \/>\nDas ist der Dichter. Wir lernten Luiz de Camoes in Portugal kennen, z.B. in <a href=\"http:\/\/mitue.de\/?p=3708\">Lissabon<\/a> und in <a href=\"http:\/\/mitue.de\/?p=3710\">Cascais<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Amor \u00e9 um fogo que arde sem se ver; \u00c9 ferida que d\u00f3i, e n\u00e3o se sente; \u00c9 um contentamento descontente; \u00c9 dor que desatina sem doer. (und weiter hier) Amor e fogo que arde sem se (Luiz de Camoes) Die Liebe ist ein unsichtbares Feuer; Ist eine Wunde, deren Schmerz verborgen; Zufriedenheit, die Streit [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6585","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-promenadologie"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6585","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6585"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6585\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6588,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6585\/revisions\/6588"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6585"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6585"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6585"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}