{"id":146,"date":"2006-12-11T11:30:00","date_gmt":"2006-12-11T11:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/2006\/12\/11\/146\/"},"modified":"2012-07-23T16:05:11","modified_gmt":"2012-07-23T14:05:11","slug":"146","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/2006\/12\/11\/146\/","title":{"rendered":"La Tigre a la Farfalla \/ The Tiger and the Butterfly"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;\">La Tigre e la Farfalla<\/span><\/div>\n<p>La tigre dorm\u00ec mentre la farfalla pos\u00f2 le sue ali fra le sue righe. &#8220;La tua forza mi fa sentire libera,&#8221; disse la farfalla. &#8220;La tua libert\u00e0 mi fa sentire forte,&#8221; rispose. Per\u00f2 il balzo pi\u00f9 giocoso della tigre la impaur\u00ec, e i messaggi pi\u00f9 espliciti delle antenne le risultarono impercettibili. &#8220;Sono fiero della mia tigrezza,&#8221; lei disse, &#8220;per\u00f2 non mi piaceresti cos\u00ec senza le tue ali colorate.&#8221; &#8220;E io non sentirei la mia farfallit\u00e0,&#8221; rispose, &#8220;senza i colori tuoi, o i tuoi artigli.&#8221; E quindi la tigre permise la farfalla di danzare tra le sue vibrisse, e la farfalla vol\u00f2 un battito d&#8217;ali sopra il suo balzo.<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;\">The Tiger and the Butterfly<\/span><\/div>\n<p>The tiger was sleeping when the butterfly rested her wings between his stripes. &#8220;Your strength makes me feel free,&#8221; she said. &#8220;Your freedom makes me feel strong,&#8221; he replied. But even the most playful pounce frightened the butterfly, and the clearest movement of her antennae went unnoticed by the tiger. &#8220;I&#8217;m proud of my tigerness&#8221;, he said, &#8220;and wouldn&#8217;t like you so much without your colorful wings.&#8221; &#8220;And I wouldn&#8217;t feel my butterfly-ness,&#8221; said she, &#8220;without your colors, or your claws.&#8221; And so the tiger let the butterfly dance among his whiskers, and the butterfly flew a wingflap above his pounce.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La Tigre e la Farfalla La tigre dorm\u00ec mentre la farfalla pos\u00f2 le sue ali fra le sue righe. &#8220;La tua forza mi fa sentire libera,&#8221; disse la farfalla. &#8220;La tua libert\u00e0 mi fa sentire forte,&#8221; rispose. Per\u00f2 il balzo &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/2006\/12\/11\/146\/\">Continua a leggere<span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/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":[47],"tags":[3],"class_list":["post-146","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia","tag-poesie"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=146"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":265,"href":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146\/revisions\/265"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}