{"id":25320,"date":"2026-01-23T01:16:13","date_gmt":"2026-01-22T22:16:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25320"},"modified":"2026-01-23T01:16:13","modified_gmt":"2026-01-22T22:16:13","slug":"literadura-nr-38-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25320","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 38 (11)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Ramona M\u00dcLLER<\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/ramona-muller-e1602496194719.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-0\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/ramona-muller-e1602496194719.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"301\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-11300 lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 300px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 300\/301;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/ramona-muller-e1602496194719.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"301\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-11300\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><\/p>\n<p>                 <strong>Saga cu priz\u0103: \u00eentre vulcani \u0219i amperi<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>                            <strong> Fort\u0103rea\u021ba din cea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i saga dup\u0103 ureche<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>    Drumul de la Siglufjordur la Borgarvirki \u00eel parcurgem cu r\u0103bdare \u0219i aten\u021bie. De\u0219i scurt, traseul pe drumul 717 se dovede\u0219te pitoresc, dar provocator. Este asfaltat, \u00eengust \u0219i pres\u0103rat cu serpentine str\u00e2nse \u0219i por\u021biuni \u00een care dou\u0103 ma\u0219ini abia \u00eencap una pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 cealalt\u0103. Kukutza noastr\u0103 se strecoar\u0103 cu gra\u021bie, dar nu f\u0103r\u0103 emo\u021bii. Rozalindion se bag\u0103 iar \u00een seam\u0103:<br \/>\n    \u2014 Dac\u0103 mai str\u00e2nge\u021bi curbele a\u0219a, jur c\u0103-mi ies ro\u021bile din orbit\u0103.<br \/>\n    P\u0103r\u0103sim fiordurile aburite \u0219i ne \u00eendrept\u0103m spre sud-est. Un indicator mic ne cheam\u0103 la st\u00e2nga, c\u0103tre Borgarvirki. Un loc desprins din saga viking\u0103, situat \u00een Peninsula Vatnsnes. Movil\u0103 neagr\u0103 de bazalt, fort\u0103rea\u021b\u0103 natural\u0103 \u0219i, odinioar\u0103, ochiul de veghe al vikingilor. Cea\u021ba dens\u0103 \u0219i peisajul s\u0103lbatic par s\u0103 fi p\u0103strat intact spiritul r\u0103zboinicilor.<br \/>\n    Urc\u0103m pe trepte \u0219i pietre, convin\u0219i c\u0103 vom admira panorama. \u00cen schimb, primim doar o nebuloas\u0103, un spectacol de umbre \u0219terse. C\u00e2mpii, fiorduri, mun\u021bi? Doar \u00een teorie. \u00cen practic\u0103, o p\u0103tur\u0103 de nori. Facem c\u00e2teva poze cu \u201eedi\u021bia limitat\u0103\u201d a cet\u0103\u021bii. Dimi r\u00e2de \u0219i-i spune \u201efort\u0103rea\u021ba invizibil\u0103\u201d. \u0218i chiar a\u0219a e: un bastion ridicat de spirite ordonate, cu ziduri din piatr\u0103 perfect a\u0219ezat\u0103, urme de locuin\u021be \u0219i un pu\u021b de ap\u0103 dulce \u00een interior. Un asediu preg\u0103tit pentru o b\u0103t\u0103lie care n-a mai venit niciodat\u0103.<br \/>\n    Intrarea principal\u0103 are un prag de granit ad\u0103ugat \u00een 1949, semn c\u0103 istoria se renoveaz\u0103 permanent. Legendele spun c\u0103 aici s-au ciocnit clanurile din H\u00fanavatn \u0219i Borgarfj\u00f6r\u00f0ur, c\u0103 V\u00edga-Bar\u00f0i \u0219i al\u021bi eroi de sag\u0103 au ridicat armele sub aceste st\u00e2nci. Nu exist\u0103 dovezi, dar pove\u0219tile sunt at\u00e2t de frumoase, \u00eenc\u00e2t \u00ee\u021bi vine s\u0103 sco\u021bi sabia imaginar\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 strigi ceva \u00een islandez\u0103 printre rafale de v\u00e2nt.<br \/>\n    Ast\u0103zi, \u00een loc de armate, doar noi \u0219i v\u00e2ntul.<\/p>\n<p><strong>    \u00cen baie, cu Thor \u2013 spiritualitate pe amperi<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>    Cobor\u00e2m de la Borgarvirki, cetatea natural\u0103 de bazalt \u0219i ne urc\u0103m \u00eenapoi \u00een Oi\u021ba Cocu\u021ba. E mai mult dec\u00e2t o ma\u0219in\u0103, e casa noastr\u0103 mobil\u0103, prietena care ne ascult\u0103, comenteaz\u0103 subtil \u0219i sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ie empatic c\u00e2nd e frig. Cu faruri bl\u00e2nde \u0219i un bord care pare s\u0103 fi citit Kant \u00een pauzele dintre vulcani, Cocu\u021ba e parte din echipaj.<br \/>\n    \u2014 Gata cu miturile! bomb\u0103ne motorul, pornind cu o veselie anticipat\u0103 spre sud-vest, pe Drumul 1.<br \/>\n    Peisajul devine suprarealist. C\u00e2mpuri negre se casc\u0103, iarba a amu\u021bit complet, iar mun\u021bii se pierd \u00een norii jo\u0219i. Cocu\u021ba \u00eenghite kilometri cu un tors moale. Oi zgribulite \u0219i curcubeie care \u021bin c\u00e2teva secunde. Dup\u0103 dou\u0103 ore de drum \u0219i opriri contemplative, ajungem la Bifr\u00f6st. \u00cen fa\u021ba noastr\u0103 se ridic\u0103 Gr\u00e1br\u00f3k, un crater vulcanic impun\u0103tor, vegheat de c\u00e2mpul de lav\u0103 Gr\u00e1br\u00f3karhraun. Totul acoperit de mu\u0219chi ca o blan\u0103 verde.<br \/>\n    O l\u0103s\u0103m pe Cocu\u021ba \u00een parcare, m\u00e2ndr\u0103, cu un strat onorabil de praf de drum.<br \/>\n    \u2014 Tu r\u0103m\u00e2i de paz\u0103, zic eu, b\u0103t\u00e2nd-o bl\u00e2nd pe capot\u0103.<br \/>\n    \u2014 Spune-i c\u0103-i lu\u0103m suvenir, adaug\u0103 Dimi, chicotind.<br \/>\n    Urc\u0103m sc\u0103rile din lemn spre marginea craterului. Sus, panorama ne taie r\u0103suflarea: valuri de lav\u0103 \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103, mun\u021bi t\u0103cu\u021bi, lacul Hre\u00f0avatn lucind \u00een dep\u0103rtare \u0219i, jos, Cocu\u021ba \u2013 un punct alb, loial, care ne a\u0219teapt\u0103 ca un c\u00e2ine credincios la marginea drumului. Gr\u00e1br\u00f3k e o frumoas\u0103 ran\u0103 a p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, deschis\u0103 acum 3 400 de ani \u00eentr-un moment de exuberan\u021b\u0103 vulcanic\u0103. E cel mai mare din cele trei cratere ale fisurii Gr\u00e1br\u00f3karhraun \u2013 celelalte dou\u0103, Rau\u00f0br\u00f3k \u0219i Sm\u00e1br\u00f3k, sunt ni\u0219te fra\u021bi mai mici \u0219i mai timizi, retra\u0219i printre mu\u0219chi \u0219i st\u00e2nci. Traseul ne dezv\u0103luie o lec\u021bie de urbanism montan: sc\u0103ri de lemn, pasarele impecabile, totul g\u00e2ndit pentru vizitatori curio\u0219i \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103l\u021ba\u021bi neadecvat. Ascensiunea de 15-20 de minute e c\u00e2t se poate de bl\u00e2nd\u0103, iar sus&#8230; surpriz\u0103! Nu suntem singuri. \u00cen jurul nostru, zeci de turi\u0219ti de toate v\u00e2rstele, echipa\u021bi de la sandale p\u00e2n\u0103 la bocanci profesioni\u0219ti, se \u00eenghesuie pe marginea craterului pentru selfie-uri panoramice. \u00cen dep\u0103rtare lacul Hredavatn str\u0103luce\u0219te lene\u0219. Cobor\u00e2m \u00eencet, arunc\u00e2nd priviri prelungi peste um\u0103r, con\u0219tien\u021bi c\u0103 vulcanii au o memorie mult mai vast\u0103 dec\u00e2t a noastr\u0103.<br \/>\n    \u2014 Hai, Cocu\u021bo, e r\u00e2ndul t\u0103u s\u0103 ne duci la cazare.<br \/>\n    Dar Cocu\u021ba nu e pe aceea\u0219i lungime de und\u0103.<br \/>\n    \u2014 Tic-tic\u2026 krrk\u2026 \u0219i lini\u0219te.<br \/>\n    Dimi mai \u00eencearc\u0103 o dat\u0103. Tot nimic. Zgomotul prietenos de mai devreme s-a evaporat, \u00eenlocuit de o t\u0103cere glacial\u0103.<br \/>\n    \u2014 Cred c\u0103 s-a sup\u0103rat, zic. Poate n-a gustat gluma cu mai veche dec\u00e2t vulcanul&#8230; Sau poate vrea \u0219i ea la Raudbrok, locul cu pantaloni ro\u0219ii a\u0219a cum este botezat.<br \/>\n    \u00cei fac o promisiune tainic\u0103, \u00een g\u00e2nd: \u00eei schimb uleiul \u0219i-i cur\u0103\u021b bordul cu lavand\u0103, dac\u0103 ne iart\u0103. Dimi atinge volanul cu o bl\u00e2nde\u021be de \u00eembl\u00e2nzitor de lei, rote\u0219te cheia \u0219i\u2026<br \/>\n    \u2014 Vruuuum!<br \/>\n    \u2014 Cocu\u021ba iart\u0103, dar nu uit\u0103, r\u00e2de Dimi.<br \/>\n    Pornim mai departe, un pic mai \u00een\u021belep\u021bi \u0219i cu o doz\u0103 nou\u0103 de respect pentru capriciile tehnicii cu personalitate. Pe drum, punem o melodie islandez\u0103 \u2013 ceva cu viori \u0219i v\u00e2nt \u2013 \u0219i ne adres\u0103m Cocu\u021bei ca unei prietene de n\u0103dejde:<br \/>\n    \u2014 Cocu\u021bo, tu ne \u0219tii \u00een halul \u00een care ar\u0103t\u0103m diminea\u021ba \u0219i tot ne por\u021bi prin lume. E\u0219ti legend\u0103.<br \/>\n    Parc\u0103, din boxe, se aude un claxon de aprobare.<br \/>\n    Deodat\u0103 simt un fior straniu. Nu e frigul, nu e oboseala, e\u2026 ceva. Un f\u00e2lf\u00e2it de magie gre\u0219it\u0103. Dimi m\u0103 cerceteaz\u0103 ca un medic tribal. M\u0103 cunoa\u0219te de at\u00e2\u021bia ani.<br \/>\n    \u2014 Tu \u0219tii c\u0103 e\u0219ti deocheat\u0103, da?<br \/>\n    \u2014 Poftim?<br \/>\n    \u2014 Te-ai uitat prea ad\u00e2nc \u00een ochiul Grabrok-ului. Clar. Ai luat-o razna pe lava aia verde. Noroc cu Cocu\u021ba, ea e imun\u0103 la blesteme vulcanice.<br \/>\n    M\u0103 retrag \u00een sanctuarul din spate, printre sacii de dormit, baterii externe \u0219i conserve de fasole, \u0219i m\u0103 las moale, ca o cl\u0103tit\u0103 uitat\u0103 pe tigaie. L\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, Rozalindion. Trolerul meu roz, av\u00e2nd col\u021burile rotunjite de drumuri \u0219i plec\u0103ri. Se preface \u00eengrijorat, dar \u00eei lic\u0103re\u0219te fermoarul de bucurie c\u0103, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bim spa\u021biul \u0219i drumul. L-am scos din dulap \u0219i din monotonie. Iar el, loial \u0219i discret, \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103-mi aline grijile cu parfumul familiar de lavand\u0103 \u0219i plastic bun. Un fel de recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 c\u0103 \u00eel port cu mine. C\u0103 nu a fost uitat.<br \/>\n    Cocu\u021ba toarce lini\u0219tit, cu motorul ei de b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een\u021beleapt\u0103:<br \/>\n    \u2014 Nu-\u021bi face griji, fata mea\u2026 ajungem noi la camping. \u0218i da, au priz\u0103.<br \/>\n    \u0218i ajungem. Campingul Snorrastadir apare ca o oaz\u0103 rural\u0103: o fost\u0103 ferm\u0103 transformat\u0103 \u00eentr-un loc de refugiu pentru c\u0103l\u0103tori digitali, hipio\u021bi organiza\u021bi, \u0219i oameni care doar vor s\u0103 se spele cu ap\u0103 cald\u0103. \u00cen dep\u0103rtare, c\u00e2teva fete din Elve\u021bia se plimb\u0103 c\u0103lare prin iarb\u0103 umed\u0103. Miroase a f\u00e2n \u0219i ordine. Ceva din mirosul \u0103sta m\u0103 lini\u0219te\u0219te. Pentru o clip\u0103, pare c\u0103 totul e \u00een regul\u0103. Pl\u0103tim printr-o aplica\u021bie, desigur. Suntem \u00een Islanda, unde \u0219i oile probabil se logheaz\u0103 pe re\u021bea \u0219i posteaz\u0103 din p\u0103\u0219une.<br \/>\n    Dar&#8230; curentul. \u00cen buc\u0103t\u0103ria spa\u021bioas\u0103 apare o priz\u0103. Apoi alta. Apoi \u00eenc\u0103 una. Le \u00eencerc. Nimic. Eu \u0219i un neam\u021b cu burt\u0103, \u00eentr-o t\u0103cere solidar\u0103, oft\u0103m \u00een silabe diferite. Ne privim. Ne \u00een\u021belegem. Suntem personaje \u00eentr-un episod islandez din Survivor: Electric Edition. G\u0103sesc \u00eentr-un col\u021b un cablu prelungitor, \u00eencol\u0103cit ca un \u0219arpe uitat de lume. Nu are etichet\u0103, dar str\u0103luce\u0219te a speran\u021b\u0103. \u00cel ridic cu gest solemn \u0219i \u00eel botez \u00een g\u00e2nd: Thor. Linia vie\u021bii noastre. Dup\u0103 cin\u0103, care se petrece pe ni\u0219te mese mari, gen \u201ec\u0103min cultural de comun\u0103 rom\u00e2neasc\u0103\u201d, intr\u0103m \u00een vorb\u0103 cu un cuplu din Spania. Ea e vegetarian\u0103 convins\u0103, el m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 salam \u00een picioare. Ne d\u0103m m\u00e2na peste farfurii de plastic \u0219i r\u00e2dem. Totul pare simplu aici.<br \/>\n    Seara, \u00een criz\u0103 total\u0103 de amperi, pun prelungitorul \u00een&#8230; baie.<br \/>\n    \u2014 Aici e ultima redut\u0103, zic.<br \/>\n    \u00cemi \u00eenfig telefonul \u00een priz\u0103 cu mi\u0219c\u0103ri de chirurg. \u00cen pun \u0219i pe-al lui Dimi. Mai apar al\u021bi 8 oameni, ca la o slujb\u0103 ad-hoc. Rom\u00e2nii, ca \u00eentotdeauna, adic\u0103 eu, explic\u0103 sistemul:<br \/>\n    \u2014 Vezi, dac\u0103 e ro\u0219u butonul, e mort. Tre\u2019 s\u0103-l resetezi de aici.<br \/>\n    \u2014 Merge doar cu adaptorul \u0103sta, \u00ee\u021bi dau eu unul.<br \/>\n    Peisajul? Formidabil. Un apus dintre acelea \u00een care ai impresia c\u0103 Dumnezeu picteaz\u0103 direct pe retin\u0103. Cocu\u021ba z\u00e2mbe\u0219te \u00een lumina ro\u0219iatic\u0103<br \/>\n    \u2014 A\u021bi supravie\u021buit Grabrokului, prizei \u0219i deochiului. Bravo, trib de digitali pe ro\u021bi!    Adorm cu grijile reduse la o list\u0103 scurt\u0103: semnal, baterie \u0219i ap\u0103 cald\u0103. C\u00e2nd le ai pe toate trei, \u00een Islanda, e\u0219ti rege.<br \/>\nMiercuri \u2013 07 august 2024<br \/>\nSiglufjordur \u2013 Borgarvirki \u2013 Hvitserkur \u2013 Grabrok \u2013 Snorrastadir | 404 k<\/p>\n<p> <strong><br \/>\nElisabeth BACIU<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>(n. 2001, R\u0103d\u0103u\u021bi, Suceava) este absolvent\u0103 a Facult\u0103\u021bii de Litere din Cluj, sec\u021biile Francez\u0103 &#8211; Literatur\u0103 Comparat\u0103. Elisabeth a publicat poezie \u00een Revista Apostrof \u0219i pe platformele literare Noise Poetry, Mezomorf, Poezia de Duminic\u0103, Planeta Babel. C\u00e2nd nu danseaz\u0103, reviziteaz\u0103 istoria artei prin traiecte personale. O pasioneaz\u0103 intersec\u021bia dintre discipline, \u00een special cea dintre filosofie, critific\u021biune \u0219i artele performative.<br \/>\nPoeme de-ale ei apar \u00een antologia O tandre\u021be strict teoretic\u0103, Editura Cartex, coordonator Marian Mihai. <\/p>\n<p><strong>po\u021bi m\u0103sura triste\u021bea \u00een g\u0103urile de pe fa\u021ba mea<\/strong><br \/>\nam dus multe r\u0103zboaie cu tran\u0219eele porilor<br \/>\nstrategii irita\u021bii atacuri invazii sensibilizare<br \/>\ndistrugere<br \/>\napoi grij\u0103 refacere r\u0103bdare<br \/>\n\u0219i iar indisciplin\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u00ee\u021bi trebuie curaj s\u0103 po\u021bi tr\u0103i cu at\u00e2tea coji rupte \u0219i s\u00e2nge uscat pe obraji<br \/>\ncreme peste tonice peste geluri peste creme peste antibiotice peste naturiste<br \/>\ncabinet<br \/>\ndermatologie ginecologie endocrinologie<\/p>\n<p>r\u0103nile mi-au schimbat culoarea fiin\u021bei<br \/>\nfelul \u00een care m\u0103 comport cu fa\u021ba mea traduce felul \u00een care g\u00e2ndesc despre mine<br \/>\nfa\u021ba mea e un \u00eentuneric supraexpus<br \/>\no r\u0103nesc \u00eenainte s\u0103-\u0219i revin\u0103<br \/>\no corectez obsesiv cu tratamente<br \/>\no maltratez apoi cu ur\u0103<br \/>\nnu \u00eemi amintesc c\u00e2nd a fost ultima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd am l\u0103sat-o \u00een pace<\/p>\n<p>fa\u021ba mea e un strig\u0103t de ajutor<\/p>\n<p>c\u00e2te r\u0103ni ai s\u0103 mai provoci<br \/>\nc\u00e2te pete ai s\u0103 mai aduni<br \/>\nc\u00e2t s\u00e2nge vei mai l\u0103sa s\u0103 curg\u0103<br \/>\nc\u00e2te infec\u021bii vei mai provoca<br \/>\np\u00e2n\u0103 vei l\u0103sa corpul s\u0103 te ajute<br \/>\ns\u0103 te vindeci?<\/p>\n<p>c\u00e2nd n-ai s\u0103 mai crezi \u00een tat\u0103l care \u00ee\u021bi acoperea r\u0103nile deschise cu rostopasc\u0103<br \/>\n\u0219i-\u021bi spunea<br \/>\ndegeaba te dai cu bidineaua \u0219i te ungi cu toate tincturile p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<br \/>\ne\u0219ti o bard\u0103 de topor<\/p>\n<p>\u00eenaintezi cu fa\u021ba rujdit\u0103<br \/>\nle dai celorlal\u021bi \u0219ansa s\u0103 vad\u0103 \u021besutul care nu se mai \u00eenchide<br \/>\n\u00eei rogi s\u0103 fie bl\u00e2nzi<br \/>\nfiindc\u0103 nu de solu\u021bii ai nevoie<br \/>\nci de grija \u0219i iubirea pe care nu le-ai g\u0103sit \u00een tine<br \/>\n\u2003<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ramona M\u00dcLLER Saga cu priz\u0103: \u00eentre vulcani \u0219i amperi Fort\u0103rea\u021ba din cea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i saga dup\u0103 ureche Drumul de la Siglufjordur<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":25249,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,329],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25320"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/17"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=25320"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25320\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25321,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25320\/revisions\/25321"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/25249"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=25320"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=25320"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=25320"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}