{"id":173,"date":"2012-06-04T22:39:44","date_gmt":"2012-06-04T22:39:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/?p=173"},"modified":"2015-08-22T20:50:12","modified_gmt":"2015-08-22T20:50:12","slug":"lunaire-octidecan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/lunaire-octidecan\/","title":{"rendered":"Lunaire Octid\u00e9can"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">La clart\u00e9 de la pleine lune n&rsquo;\u00e9clate que pour quelques-uns.<br \/>\nLe claquement du verre sur le sol brise le silence.<br \/>\nLes coquelicots le long des rails courbent la t\u00eate apr\u00e8s les pluies.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Il est tellement facile d&rsquo;\u00eatre amer.<br \/>\nOn trouve plus agr\u00e9able de parler de ce qui est en se souvenant de ce qu&rsquo;il y a eu.<br \/>\nLe souffle d&rsquo;une respiration peut rendre sourd.<br \/>\nIl arrive que parfois quelqu&rsquo;un meure.<br \/>\nLes gens ne sont jamais contents du temps qu&rsquo;il fait dehors.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Quand il fait chaud, m\u00eame le vol d&rsquo;une mouche rafra\u00eechit.<br \/>\nUne corneille bless\u00e9e est un oiseau qu&rsquo;on \u00e9vite.<br \/>\nIl n&rsquo;y a que pieds nus qu&rsquo;on se sent vivant.<br \/>\nLe spectacle de gouttes qui tombent sur un trottoir hypnotise.<br \/>\nLe son du m\u00e9tal sur la pierre r\u00e9veille des souvenirs mill\u00e9naires.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">La vie, ce n&rsquo;est que des cartons qui prennent la poussi\u00e8re.<br \/>\nPendant un instant, on se croit des dieux.<br \/>\nM\u00eame la nuit, on peut \u00eatre \u00e9bloui.<br \/>\nLes hommes ne dorment jamais.<br \/>\nL&rsquo;impatience ne touche que ceux qui attendent.<br \/>\nLes hommes modernes regardent des lumi\u00e8res en face \u00e0 longueur de journ\u00e9e.<br \/>\nLes bateaux sont faits pour atteindre l&rsquo;horizon.<br \/>\nLa fin compte plus que le d\u00e9but.<\/p>\n<p class=\"wp-flattr-button\"><a class=\"FlattrButton\" style=\"display:none;\" href=\"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/lunaire-octidecan\/\" title=\" Lunaire Octid\u00e9can\" rev=\"flattr;uid:Alexis_Ids;language:fr_FR;category:text;tags:Lune,Phrases,blog;popout:0;button:compact;\">La clart\u00e9 de la pleine lune n&rsquo;\u00e9clate que pour quelques-uns. Le claquement du verre sur le sol brise le silence. Les coquelicots le long des rails courbent la t\u00eate apr\u00e8s...<\/a><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La clart\u00e9 de la pleine lune n&rsquo;\u00e9clate que pour quelques-uns. Le claquement du verre sur le sol brise le silence. Les coquelicots le long des rails courbent la t\u00eate apr\u00e8s les pluies. Il est tellement facile d&rsquo;\u00eatre amer. On trouve plus agr\u00e9able de parler de ce qui est en se souvenant de ce qu&rsquo;il y [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[11,10],"tags":[12,79],"class_list":["post-173","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lunaire","category-poesie","tag-lune","tag-phrases"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4m3os-2N","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=173"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":473,"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173\/revisions\/473"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=173"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=173"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=173"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}