{"id":545,"date":"2011-12-25T09:42:23","date_gmt":"2011-12-25T09:42:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/?p=545"},"modified":"2012-01-15T17:05:41","modified_gmt":"2012-01-15T17:05:41","slug":"rumunski","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/?p=545","title":{"rendered":"RUMUNSKI"},"content":{"rendered":"

M\u0102RUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jabuka<\/em><\/p>\n

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Eu v\u0103d gr\u0103unte de soare<\/p>\n

\u00cenchistat \u00een coja lui.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Toat\u0103 suple\u0163ea s-a adunat<\/p>\n

\u00cen arcul rumen al lui.<\/p>\n

Lini\u015fte p\u0103durilor \u00eendep\u0103rate<\/p>\n

Prin pe\u0163ion a intrat.<\/p>\n

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De parc\u0103 acum a ajuns<\/p>\n

\u00cen m\u00e2ini, c\u0103r\u0163i…<\/p>\n

Te \u00eembie ca o amant\u0103<\/p>\n

De pe tav\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Deschide gura cu chei secrete<\/p>\n

\u015ei nisipul m\u0103runt al soarelui se r\u0103sfir\u0103<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

CASCAD\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Slap<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Fereastra o l\u0103s\u0103m deschis\u0103 noaptea iar inima<\/p>\n

Cu anii.Lini\u015fti\u015fti\u0163i ca zeii privim<\/p>\n

Stelele gravide pe c\u00e2nd lumina<\/p>\n

Se pr\u0103bu\u015fe\u015fte \u00een mare f\u0103r\u0103 sunet care<\/p>\n

S\u0103 zboare peste faleza \u00eempietrit\u0103.<\/p>\n

Lumineaz\u0103 un ochi pe cer, pe cel\u0103lalt nu-l cunosc,<\/p>\n

Insomniile ne chinuie \u00een timp ce \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nim<\/p>\n

Cu g\u00e2ndul la moarte \u015fi drum.\u00cenc\u0103 mai suntem aparent ferici\u0163i<\/p>\n

Ne g\u00e2ndim la stele \u015fi l\u0103s\u0103m fereastra<\/p>\n

Deschis\u0103\u00a0 s\u0103 privim spre ele.<\/p>\n

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Adeseori, \u00een acea lini\u015fte nici nu intuim cascada<\/p>\n

Lunii, ca \u015fi tandre\u0163ea femeii c\u00e2nd apare<\/p>\n

Cu corpul ei moale, spun, noi nici c\u0103<\/p>\n

Intuim cascadaluminii care<\/p>\n

Ne clatin\u0103 \u015fi prevestitor de r\u0103u ne distruge.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

FATA \u015eI LACUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Devojka i jezero<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pe lac primii stropi de ploaie.<\/p>\n

Ploaie, apoi din nou se scurge soare.<\/p>\n

Luciul \u00een mine invizibil scrie,<\/p>\n

Frumunse\u0163ea de care ochiul m\u0103 doare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De parc\u0103 ar \u015ftege praf \u015fi oboseal\u0103 \u2013<\/p>\n

Se rostogole\u015fte pe ap\u0103 de aur un gr\u0103unte.<\/p>\n

\u00cenfrumuse\u0163eaz\u0103 imaginea \u00eentr-o doar\u0103,<\/p>\n

O fat\u0103 ca un ciread\u0103 de cornute.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen suflet cerne cascada.<\/p>\n

Ascult:lini\u015ftea, pas\u0103rea, pic\u0103tura<\/p>\n

M\u0103 ridic\u0103 aceast urlet neauzit<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Din durere \u015fi somn \u00eendep\u0103tat.<\/p>\n

Curat\u0103 \u015fi deschis\u0103 fa\u0163a frumuse\u0163ii<\/p>\n

\u00centoarce credin\u0163a \u00een sensul vie\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

LINI\u015eTE, MARE, VIS<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mir, more, san<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Or\u0103 de singur\u0103tate. F\u0103r\u0103 c\u0103ldura de femeie.<\/p>\n

At\u00e2ta spum\u00ee, camera spre mare.<\/p>\n

Fa\u0163a \u00een palme, privirea pribeag\u0103:<\/p>\n

Masa, c\u0103r\u0163i, mere, urme de umbr\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Or\u0103 de singur\u0103tate. Lucrurile de lumin\u0103 aurite:<\/p>\n

P\u0103dure, p\u0103s\u0103ri, c\u00e2mpi,ierburi \u00eenverzite<\/p>\n

Imagine str\u0103veche ce \u00eemi aminte\u015fte<\/p>\n

De ceasul ce \u015fi acum luce\u015fte.<\/p>\n

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Inima \u00eevelit\u0103 \u00een dragoste, pod suplu<\/p>\n

Stropit de lini\u015ftea \u00een\u0103bu\u015fit\u0103<\/p>\n

Trstii, plante, \u00een praf se transform\u0103 m\u00e2na obosit\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Lini\u015fte.Un os din corp pierdut<\/p>\n

Cre\u015fte durerea liliachie ca un arc aprins:<\/p>\n

Fiori, sentimente asprite, ochiul stins.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

SEMIN\u0162\u0102 NECUNOSCUT\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nepoznata semenka<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O vedem dar nu-i \u015ftim numele<\/p>\n

Nici ce va cre\u015fte din ea<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Plin\u0103 de secrete \u015fi taine<\/p>\n

Z\u00e2mbe\u015fte din palme<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Unde s\u0103 o sem\u0103n\u0103m, cu c\u00e2t soare<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t\u0103 lini\u015fte \u015fi c\u00e2\u0163i stropi s\u0103 o adape<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pentru a deveni floare sau ghipe otr\u0103vitor<\/p>\n

S\u0103 umple ochiul de soare<\/p>\n

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T\u0103iat\u0103 \u00een genunchii verzi<\/p>\n

Va cr\u015fte oare o nou\u0103 frunz\u0103<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tot mai pu\u0163in \u015ftim cu c\u00e2t o privim mai mult<\/p>\n

C\u00eend va \u00eencol\u0163i din sufletul nostru tumult.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

PLOAIE \u015eI SPICE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ki\u0161a i vlati <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dansatoarei \u00een ploaie<\/em><\/p>\n

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Avers\u0103. Miros de ploaie, eros \u00een fiece spic.<\/p>\n

Descul\u0163\u0103, dezl\u0103n\u0163uit\u0103, ca \u00een vis<\/p>\n

Dansul ploii din toate face \u015fic<\/p>\n

De nimic oprit\u0103: seansa de var\u0103 \u00een scris.<\/p>\n

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Ritmul pic\u0103turilor \u00een ecoul subcon\u015ftient,<\/p>\n

Mirosuri peste tot, lascive<\/p>\n

\u015ei ca \u00een miraculos vis, imanent<\/p>\n

Lumina verde se scurge pe palme.<\/p>\n

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P\u0103rul ud, rochia de talie lipit\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cen ploaie ea joac\u0103 vie\u0163e\u015fte,<\/p>\n

Ca o c\u0103prioar\u0103, \u00eembujorit\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Zei\u0163a ploii luminin\u00e2nd frumuse\u0163e.<\/p>\n

Noi cu o privire sleiet\u0103 \u2013<\/p>\n

Dansatoare \u00een ploaie sau fat\u0103 \u00eenebunit\u0103.<\/p>\n

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STELE C\u0102P\u0102T\u00c2I<\/strong><\/p>\n

Zvezde na uzglavlju<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Acea desp\u0103r\u0163ire<\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea anilor \u00een talie<\/p>\n

S\u0103ruturile care dureaz\u0103<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A\u015ftept\u0103ri palide<\/p>\n

Ea urmeaz\u0103 privirea mea<\/p>\n

\u015ei calea m\u00e2inilor<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cunosc acea prezicere<\/p>\n

Acel semn secret al dragostei<\/p>\n

Cu umerii aduna\u0163i<\/p>\n

Cu ochii sub petale<\/p>\n

Cu o fric\u0103 prielnic\u0103 \u00een corp<\/p>\n

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Alb\u0103 ca floarea de ap\u0103<\/p>\n

At\u00e2t de t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 \u015fi fragil\u0103<\/p>\n

C\u0103 mi-e team\u0103 \u015fi \u00een c\u00e2tec<\/p>\n

S\u0103 o pun<\/p>\n

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R\u0103m\u00e2n doar s\u0103ruturile de noapte<\/p>\n

\u015ei stelele c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

IUBITA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Draga<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Supl\u0103, pe nisipul verii calde iubita<\/p>\n

Cu ochii deschi\u015fi spre \u00eentinsul cerului<\/p>\n

\u015ei z\u00e2mbet miraculos p\u0103streaz\u0103 secretul<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

M\u0103 \u00eentind l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea \u015fi a\u015ftept<\/p>\n

Ca \u015fi \u00een ochii mei intr\u0103 o bucat\u0103 din var\u0103<\/p>\n

A\u015ftept o ve\u015fnicie \u015fi mai mult<\/p>\n

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Nu sunt fericit ferict\u0103 este iubita<\/p>\n

Care toat\u0103 se transform\u0103 \u00een dragoste<\/p>\n

\u015ei r\u00e2de inexplicabil<\/p>\n

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Dac\u0103 dore\u015fte cu buza aprinde un nou soare<\/p>\n

\u015ei cu m\u00e2nile tandre \u00eel cobor\u0103 din \u00een\u0103l\u0163imi<\/p>\n

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NOTI\u0162\u0102 DESPRE FETI\u0162\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bele\u0161ka o devoj\u010dici<\/em><\/p>\n

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Corpul – marea, m\u00e2inile – valurile<\/p>\n

Ochii ca apa din care virginitatea luce\u015fte<\/p>\n

Un mai \u00eentreg doarme \u00een cercuri florile<\/p>\n

De r\u0103suflarea ta con\u015fientul \u00eemi ame\u0163e\u015fte<\/p>\n

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Din palme \u00ee\u015fi iau zborul albatro\u015fi<\/p>\n

Soarele \u00ee\u0163i doarme \u00een m\u00e2inile goale<\/p>\n

C\u0103priori \u00een cuvintele tale sfio\u015fi<\/p>\n

\u00cenfloresc b\u0103grini din a tale picioare<\/p>\n

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Corpul \u2013 marea, \u00een talia ta<\/p>\n

Respir\u0103 o c\u0103prioar\u0103<\/p>\n

Ceva se acunde \u00een nisip \u015fi \u00een val<\/p>\n

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Din pa\u015fii t\u0103i \u015fi lini\u015ftea ta<\/p>\n

V\u0103d c\u0103 ai dorin\u0163a s\u0103 fi a mea<\/p>\n

Coapt\u0103 ca o portocal\u0103<\/p>\n

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OCHII IUBITEI LA PLECARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

O\u010di moje drage dok me ispra\u0107a<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ochii iubitei sunt ca pic\u0103turile de ploaie<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd m\u0103 petrce din pragul casei<\/p>\n

Sub stre\u015fina anilor no\u015ftri joc\u0103 un soare negru<\/p>\n

\u00cen inimile nostre fulgere se zbat<\/p>\n

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O sear\u0103 cald\u0103 de dup\u0103 dealuri liliachii<\/p>\n

Intr\u0103 \u00een iubita mea ca un lotru de mirosuri<\/p>\n

Ea apleac\u0103 urechea pe scoic\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei unicul ce aude sunt valurile<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Flutur\u0103 m\u00e2inile ca r\u00e2ndunica<\/p>\n

Nu v\u0103d nimic doar o s\u0103rut pe ochi<\/p>\n

\u015ei presimt ani amari \u00een dep\u0103rtare<\/p>\n

\u00cen toate r\u0103m\u00e2ne inima zdrobit\u0103<\/p>\n

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GUTUIE SAU FEMEIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dunja ili \u017eena <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De ce nu e\u015fti gutuie, cu mirosul ei, cu amprent\u0103<\/p>\n

De culoare ce atrage ochiul iar g\u00e2ndul \u00eel duce departe<\/p>\n

Carne \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103-n cea\u0163a dorin\u0163ei<\/p>\n

Cu coapse sub rochia b\u0103tut\u0103 de v\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

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G\u00e2ndeam, cum s\u0103 te desenez ireal\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00cen timp ce alregi pe mare \u015fi te pierzi<\/p>\n

Departe \u00eentr-un punct alb ca albatrosul<\/p>\n

M\u0103 dep\u0103rtam de sine smulg\u00e2du-te din suflet<\/p>\n

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\u015ei semnam culoarea ochilor t\u0103i cu g\u00e2direa<\/p>\n

Plecam spre necunoscut \u015fi cercetam inima mic\u0103<\/p>\n

A gutuiei de pe biroul meu urm\u0103rind urma<\/p>\n

Forma corpului \u00eembujorat ca \u015fi coja ei<\/p>\n

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FETI\u0162A \u00ce\u015eI STR\u00c2NGE GENUNCHII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Devoj\u010dica skuplja svoja kolena<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Feti\u0163a \u00ee\u015fi str\u00e2nge genunchii albi<\/p>\n

Dou\u0103 boabe de lumin\u0103, dou\u0103 pic\u0103turi de tandre\u0163e<\/p>\n

Flori care se deschid \u00een petale<\/p>\n

Timid, \u00eei plac ei palmele mele pe ei.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

S\u00e2ngele meu o scoate la miraculoasa lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

Dar nu deschide lac\u0103tele dragostei<\/p>\n

Nu ajut\u0103 nici s\u0103ruturile nici fl\u0103c\u0103rile<\/p>\n

Care se aprind \u00een ochii ad\u00e2nci<\/p>\n

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Albul se prelinge pe aprilie al corpului t\u00e2n\u0103r<\/p>\n

Nu am \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at nimic din primul s\u0103rut<\/p>\n

Numai foame a crescut cu anii<\/p>\n

Dimine\u0163a ne g\u0103se\u015fte \u00een iarb\u0103 \u015fi lumina din dep\u0103rtare.<\/p>\n

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Traducere din limba s\u00eerb\u0103 Ileana Ursu Nenadici<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

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JOVI\u0162A GIURGICI<\/strong> s-a n\u0103scut pe 3.10.1949. \u00een Glovi\u0163a l\u00e2ng\u0103 Doboi, Republika Srpska.Poet \u015fi prozator. A apsolvit Facultatea de pedagogie din Rieka. Membru al Uniunii scriitorilor din Serbia \u015fi Uniunii scriitorilor din Srpska.<\/p>\n

Autor a treispezece c\u0103r\u0163i de poezie, \u015fi proz\u0103 pentru adul\u0163i \u015fi copii. A publicat \u00een mai multe reviste\u00a0 \u015fi zaire. Unele texte sunt traduse \u00een eglez\u0103, rus\u0103, italian\u0103, polonez\u0103, ceh\u0103, turc\u0103, sloven\u0103, macedonean\u0103 etc.<\/p>\n

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C\u0103r\u0163i publicate:<\/p>\n

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FATA ADORMIT\u0102\/Usnula devojka<\/em>, poezii, Svjetlost, Sarajevo, 1974,<\/p>\n

LARISA, poezii, Societatea literar\u0103 din Rieka, Rieka, 1974,<\/p>\n

P\u0102DURI LILIACHII\/Ljubi\u010dasto gorje<\/em>, poezii, Svjetlost, Sarajevo, 1976,<\/p>\n

SOMNUL \u00ceNCHIDEOCHI\/Sanak Sklopio\u010di\u0107<\/em>, povestiri pentru copii, Otokar Ker\u015fovani. Rieka, 1983,<\/p>\n

C\u00c2T \u00ceMI PLACE ANA\/Kako volim Anu<\/em>, poezii pentru copii, Centrul de editur\u0103 Rieka, 1983,<\/p>\n

M\u00c2INILE AMAN\u0162ILOR DE SEAR\u0102\/Ruke ve\u010dernjih ljubavnika<\/em>, peozii, Societatea literar\u0103 din Rieka, Rieka, 1984<\/p>\n

CORP DR\u0102G\u0102LA\u015e\/Ljupko telo<\/em>, poezi, Partizanska knjiga, Liubliana, 1985,<\/p>\n

C\u0102PRIOARA \u015eI NUFERII\/Ko\u0161uta i lopo\u010di<\/em> (bilingv engez\u0103-s\u00e2rb\u0103) Vikend knjiga, Belgrad 2000,<\/p>\n

MANUSCRIS SMULS\/Isrgnuti rukopis<\/em>, poezii, Interpress, Belgrad, 2004,<\/p>\n

OCHII EI CA MAREA\/Njene o\u010di more<\/em>, poezii, edi\u0163ie bibliofilic\u0103 (21 de exemplare), Atelierul literar ART, Malinska, 2004.<\/p>\n

GIRAFA GERALDINA\/\u017dirafa \u017deraldina<\/em>, poezii pentru copii, ed. I Ars Poetica, Belgrad 2005, ed. II 2006,<\/p>\n

OCHII SIMONEI\/Simonine o\u010di<\/em>, povestiri pentru copii , ed. I Bookland, Belgrad 2006, ed. II\u00a0 Ars poetica, Belgrad 2006,<\/p>\n

E FRUMOS S\u0102 FI ACAS\u0102\/Lepo je biti kod ku\u0107e<\/em>, poezii p\u0103entru copii, ed. I Bookland, Belgrad 2008, ed. II\u00a0 Ars poetica, Belgrad 2008.<\/p>\n

Premiat la concursuri literare. De ou\u0103 ori laureat al premiului \u201eDrago Gervais\u201d Rieka. De\u0163in\u0103tor al Insignei de aur a Comunit\u0103\u0163ii cultural-educative a Serbiei.<\/p>\n

poezija@mac.com\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 www.jovicadjurdjic.com<\/p>\n

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M\u0102RUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu v\u0103d gr\u0103unte de soare
\u00cenchistat \u00een coja lui.
Toat\u0103 suple\u0163ea s-a adunat
\u00cen arcul rumen al lui.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":795,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[8],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/545"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=545"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/545\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1749,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/545\/revisions\/1749"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/795"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=545"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=545"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jovicadjurdjic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=545"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}