{"id":23,"date":"2011-04-16T20:05:33","date_gmt":"2011-04-16T20:05:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/alexis.nuagedstete.com\/blog\/?p=23"},"modified":"2012-03-12T12:46:06","modified_gmt":"2012-03-12T12:46:06","slug":"lune-quarte","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/lune-quarte\/","title":{"rendered":"Lunaire Quarte"},"content":{"rendered":"

Il n’est pourtant qu’Avril et c’est d\u00e9j\u00e0 l’\u00e9t\u00e9.
\nJ’\u00f4te mes godasses, je plonge mes pieds nus
\nDans la fra\u00eecheur du sol. Sans un mot, je m’en vais
\nAdmirer les vallons de mes yeux ing\u00e9nus.<\/p>\n

Certains jours, je m’ennuie, je regarde la lune
\nEt je me perds en elle, oubliant mes folies.
\nLe scintillement d’Orion me rassure. \u00c0 la brune,
\nJ’essaie de l’attraper, cet astre qui me fuit.<\/p>\n

Je me perds dans le ciel. Je m’y perds \u00e0 jamais.
\nJe claudique pourtant : une petite \u00e9toile
\nTraine dans ma semelle. Elle y est jusqu’\u00e0 mai
\nEt je la supporte. Puis la douleur s’\u00e9tiole…<\/p>\n

Je me tiens loin du monde, \u00e9vitant les nouvelles,
\nJe pr\u00e9f\u00e8re rester dans mon cocon tranquille,
\n\u00c9go\u00efsme immonde, suivre des yeux les belles,
\nLes siffler. Puis, pester, jurer, partir en vrille.<\/p>\n

Il n’est pourtant qu’Avril et c’est d\u00e9j\u00e0 l’\u00e9t\u00e9. J’\u00f4te mes godasses, je plonge mes pieds nus Dans la fra\u00eecheur du sol. Sans un mot, je m’en vais Admirer les vallons...<\/a><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Il n’est pourtant qu’Avril et c’est d\u00e9j\u00e0 l’\u00e9t\u00e9. J’\u00f4te mes godasses, je plonge mes pieds nus Dans la fra\u00eecheur du sol. Sans un mot, je m’en vais Admirer les vallons de mes yeux ing\u00e9nus. Certains jours, je m’ennuie, je regarde la lune Et je me perds en elle, oubliant mes folies. Le scintillement d’Orion me […]<\/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":[13,12],"class_list":["post-23","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lunaire","category-poesie","tag-alexandrins","tag-lune"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4m3os-n","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23","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=23"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":53,"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23\/revisions\/53"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inspirationdesurvie.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}