{"id":299,"date":"2008-06-24T12:54:00","date_gmt":"2008-06-24T12:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/luiztarciso.net\/?p=299"},"modified":"2008-06-24T12:54:00","modified_gmt":"2008-06-24T12:54:00","slug":"sao-joao","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/luiztarciso.net\/?p=299","title":{"rendered":"S\u00e3o Jo\u00e3o"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fecho os olhos e mergulho nas mem\u00f3rias. Aromas, paladares, imagens e sons tomam conta de um momento chamado agora que busca um outro agora j\u00e1 vivido no passado. N\u00e3o se trata de saudosismo &#8211; \u00e9 s\u00f3 saudade. Saudade de amar daquele jeito juvenil capaz de entregas sem limites, de sonhar sobre brasas que aquecem sem queimar. Noites frias juninas do folclore, dos bal\u00f5es, noites frias de fogueiras, pinh\u00f5es, batata doce e quent\u00e3o. E o mais bonito de tudo, aquele sorriso brejeiro de indument\u00e1ria caipira nas noites de S\u00e3o Jo\u00e3o&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><center><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/luiztarciso.tripod.com\/imagens\/saojoao.jpg\" width=\"350px\"> <br \/><small>(fonte: http:\/\/198.106.110.30\/noticias\/sao_joao_certo_maior1.jpg)<\/small><\/center><br \/><center><font face=\"Arial\" size=\"2\">&nbsp;<a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.mp3tube.net\/musics\/Gilberto-Gil-Viva-Sao-Joao\/178153\/\">Gilberto Gil &#8211; Viva S\u00e3o Jo\u00e3o<\/a><\/font><br \/><object classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" codebase=\"http:\/\/fpdownload.macromedia.com\/pub\/shockwave\/cabs\/flash\/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0\" width=\"260\" height=\"60\" id=\"mp3tube\" align=\"middle\" border=\"0\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.mp3tube.net\/play.swf?id=6c04d70a69f668f3aa4c06c1f4215fe8\" \/><param name=\"quality\" value=\"High\" \/><param name=\"wmode\" value=\"transparent\"><param name=\"menu\" value=\"false\"><embed src=\"http:\/\/www.mp3tube.net\/play.swf?id=6c04d70a69f668f3aa4c06c1f4215fe8\" quality=\"High\" width=\"260\" height=\"60\" name=\"mp3tube\" align=\"middle\" allowScriptAccess=\"sameDomain\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" pluginspage=\"http:\/\/www.macromedia.com\/go\/getflashplayer\" wmode=\"transparent\" menu=\"false\" \/><\/embed><\/object><\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fecho os olhos e mergulho nas mem\u00f3rias. Aromas, paladares, imagens e sons tomam conta de um momento chamado agora que busca um outro agora j\u00e1 vivido no passado. N\u00e3o se trata de saudosismo &#8211; \u00e9 s\u00f3 saudade. Saudade de amar daquele jeito juvenil capaz de entregas sem limites, de sonhar sobre brasas que aquecem sem [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/luiztarciso.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/299"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/luiztarciso.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/luiztarciso.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luiztarciso.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luiztarciso.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=299"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/luiztarciso.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/299\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/luiztarciso.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=299"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luiztarciso.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=299"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/luiztarciso.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=299"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}