{"id":196,"date":"2026-08-24T13:04:28","date_gmt":"2026-08-24T11:04:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/?page_id=196"},"modified":"2026-08-24T13:04:28","modified_gmt":"2026-08-24T11:04:28","slug":"my-prisons","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/index.php\/my-prisons\/","title":{"rendered":"MY PRISONS"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-794e3cfa wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"745\" src=\"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cop-cartacea-1024x745.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-197\" srcset=\"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cop-cartacea-1024x745.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cop-cartacea-300x218.jpg 300w, https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cop-cartacea-768x559.jpg 768w, https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cop-cartacea.jpg 1470w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">MY PRISONS<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>The physical limit which, as the years go by, becomes more and more oppressive<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Some prisons have walls and bars. Others are built slowly, over the years, from fears, responsibilities, memories, regrets and choices we can no longer change. <em>My Prisons<\/em> is an autobiographical journey through the visible and invisible limits that can gradually surround a life. A personal reflection on time, freedom and the weight we carry with us, but also on the possibility of understanding our own prisons before they become impossible to escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-buttons is-layout-flex wp-block-buttons-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-button\"><a class=\"wp-block-button__link wp-element-button\" href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B0H372WWH7\">Buy on Amazon<\/a><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>MY PRISONS The physical limit which, as the years go by, becomes more and more oppressive Some prisons have walls and bars. Others are built slowly, over the years, from fears, responsibilities, memories, regrets and choices we can no longer change. My Prisons is an autobiographical journey through the visible and invisible limits that can [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-196","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/196","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=196"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/196\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":198,"href":"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/196\/revisions\/198"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidebazzoniilbaz.it\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=196"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}