{"id":1439,"date":"2010-11-08T22:56:57","date_gmt":"2010-11-08T21:56:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1439"},"modified":"2010-11-08T22:56:57","modified_gmt":"2010-11-08T21:56:57","slug":"capricieuse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2010\/11\/08\/capricieuse\/","title":{"rendered":"Capricieuse"},"content":{"rendered":"

Et j’\u00e9gr\u00e8ne l’instant pour qu’il dure des heures
\nQu’il arpente les rues des passions qu’il d\u00e9cha\u00eene
\nQu’il m’attache aux humeurs \u00e0 ces cieux qui retiennent
\nLes v\u00e9rit\u00e9s muss\u00e9es dans le recoin des peurs<\/p>\n

Je n’ai pas le discours qui se dresse et va droit
\nJe m’invente le mot qui sera mon excuse
\nA mon verbe un peu haut \u00e0 ces non-dits qui m’usent
\nUne retraite un abri contre l’allant de soi<\/p>\n

Quelqu’un que son envie pousse \u00e0 l’ombre du moi
\nSe drape de l’ennui qu’il reproche \u00e0 son toi
\nParce qu’hier la nuit n’a pas chauff\u00e9 sa voix<\/p>\n

Et je tra\u00eene les pieds quand tu marches vers moi
\nJe me voudrais touch\u00e9e par le remords du roi
\nQue j’ai tant emp\u00each\u00e9 de m’adorer du doigt<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Et j’\u00e9gr\u00e8ne l’instant pour qu’il dure des heures Qu’il arpente les rues des passions qu’il d\u00e9cha\u00eene Qu’il m’attache aux humeurs \u00e0 ces cieux qui retiennent Les v\u00e9rit\u00e9s muss\u00e9es dans le recoin des peurs Je n’ai pas le discours qui se dresse et va droit Je m’invente le mot qui sera mon excuse A mon verbe […]<\/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":"Capricieuse (brouillon)","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":[22,4],"tags":[14,11,12],"class_list":["post-1439","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-brouillons","category-poesies","tag-alice-non-plus","tag-metres","tag-pseudo-sonnets"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-nd","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1439","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=1439"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1439\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1439"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1439"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1439"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}