{"id":11770,"date":"2024-12-27T12:12:32","date_gmt":"2024-12-27T12:12:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/?p=11770"},"modified":"2024-12-27T12:13:41","modified_gmt":"2024-12-27T12:13:41","slug":"glancing-at-banita-hill-from-a-very-old-notebook-the-image-of-a-moment-from-my-childhood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/2024\/12\/27\/glancing-at-banita-hill-from-a-very-old-notebook-the-image-of-a-moment-from-my-childhood\/","title":{"rendered":"Glancing at Banita Hill (from a very old notebook: the image of a moment from my childhood)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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I grip the first sturdy branch with my hands.
The third one seems safer.
I climb to reach it.

Oh, how I would sing!

Finally,
my gaze rises above the acacias,
towards Banita Hill,
stretched out like a camel's saddle.

I start to feel
as if I\u2019m in a nest of boredom.
Mother hasn\u2019t finished planting
the corn kernels in the ground.
How long can I stare into the distance?

How the company of the dove would have brightened my mood,
the one I just saw
stretching toward me
its neck with a thin black stripe;
its plumage shone
like a folk costume on a performer.

The cat meows somewhere in the distance,
and immediately
pulls me away
from the thought of being a bird\u2019s chick.

I call out to my mother\u2026
\u201cI\u2019m coming now!\u201d she replied,
but,
instead of her,
came the age of today,
so distant from the day
when the walnut tree,
for me,
was the greatest empire,
gained in a moment of dreaming.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I grip the first sturdy branch with my hands.The third one seems safer.I climb to reach it.Oh, how I would sing!Finally,my gaze rises above the acacias,towards Banita Hill,stretched out like a camel’s saddle.I start to feelas if I\u2019m in a nest of boredom.Mother hasn\u2019t finished plantingthe corn kernels in the ground.How long can I stare … Continu\u0103 lectura Glancing at Banita Hill (from a very old notebook: the image of a moment from my childhood)<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11770","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11770","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11770"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11770\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11776,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11770\/revisions\/11776"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11770"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11770"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11770"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}