{"id":345,"date":"2021-06-17T09:48:49","date_gmt":"2021-06-17T12:48:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gehspace.com\/poemas\/?p=345"},"modified":"2021-06-17T09:48:49","modified_gmt":"2021-06-17T12:48:49","slug":"as-feras-da-cidade","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/as-feras-da-cidade\/","title":{"rendered":"As feras da cidade"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Entre os gritos da liberdade<br \/>\nE dos tiranos os sussurros<br \/>\nDe mil tochas as chamas ardem<br \/>\nNo peito dos homens maduros.<\/p>\n<p>Na pol\u00edtica da cidade<br \/>\nEntregue \u00e0s garras dos impuros<br \/>\nMorrem 2 mil a cada tarde<br \/>\nE as feras rosnam, rugem, urram!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_346\" style=\"width: 486px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-346\" class=\"size-full wp-image-346\" src=\"http:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2021\/06\/tire-on-fire.jpg\" alt=\"Used tyre on fire in Spain. Fonte: \" width=\"486\" height=\"307\" srcset=\"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2021\/06\/tire-on-fire.jpg 486w, https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2021\/06\/tire-on-fire-300x190.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 486px) 100vw, 486px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-346\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Fonte: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.wastetireoil.com\/Pyrolysis_news\/Industry_Trends\/waste_tyre_pyrolysis_plant_731.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Used tyre on fire in Spain<\/a><\/p><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Do que seria o para\u00edso<br \/>\nTransmutado num cataclismo,<br \/>\nN\u00e3o h\u00e1 fuga, consolo ou b\u00e1lsamo:<\/p>\n<p>Caprichosos e sem ju\u00edzo<br \/>\nAs portas abrem ante o abismo,<br \/>\nArmando-nos o cadafalso.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Entre os gritos da liberdade E dos tiranos os sussurros De mil tochas as chamas ardem No peito dos homens maduros. Na pol\u00edtica da cidade Entregue \u00e0s garras dos impuros Morrem 2 mil a cada tarde E as feras rosnam, rugem, urram! &nbsp; &nbsp; Do que seria o para\u00edso Transmutado num cataclismo, N\u00e3o h\u00e1 fuga, &hellip; <\/p>\n<p><a class=\"more-link btn\" href=\"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/as-feras-da-cidade\/\">Continue lendo<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":261,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[8,52,60,70],"class_list":["post-345","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemas","tag-brasil","tag-octossilabos","tag-politica","tag-soneto","item-wrap"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/345","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/261"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=345"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/345\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=345"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=345"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vias-classicas.com\/poemas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=345"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}