J\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 cette nuit,
\nPas de b\u00e9b\u00e9s givr\u00e9s,
\nMais de ces nuits vol\u00e9es,
\nParties, perdues, depuis ;<\/p>\n
Je me souviens de toi,
\nDe tes baisers sucr\u00e9s
\nQuand tu venais fouiller,
\nDe tes seins qu\u2019on voit pas ;<\/p>\n
Nous montions doucement,
\nJe te laissais ta main
\nMe montrer le chemin,
\nP\u00e9n\u00e9trant lentement ;<\/p>\n
Et l\u00e0, je te cherchais,
\nLe sens, le mouvement,
\nEt toi, tu respirais
\nCherchant ton firmament ;<\/p>\n
Et tu \u00e9tais perdue
\nRemuant en tout sens
\nEt brisant la cadence
\nEt tu respirais plus ;<\/p>\n
J\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 cette nuit
\nQue tu \u00e9tais perdue,
\nMais la peine perdue
\nJ\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 d\u2019une amie ;<\/p>\n
Jouir, Oui, mais surtout pas,
\nDes fois qu\u2019aimer serait ;
\nIl vaut mieux tuer l\u00e0
\nSi l\u2019enfant Rien naissait.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
J\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 cette nuit, Pas de b\u00e9b\u00e9s givr\u00e9s, Mais de ces nuits vol\u00e9es, Parties, perdues, depuis ; Je me souviens de toi, De tes baisers sucr\u00e9s Quand tu venais fouiller, De tes seins qu\u2019on voit pas ; Nous montions doucement, Je te laissais ta main Me montrer le chemin, P\u00e9n\u00e9trant lentement ; Et l\u00e0, je […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"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","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[79,4],"tags":[7],"class_list":["post-136","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fdr","category-poesies","tag-la-fille-du-rien"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-2c","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=136"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2074,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136\/revisions\/2074"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=136"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=136"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=136"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}