{"id":1518,"date":"2011-03-25T22:05:16","date_gmt":"2011-03-25T21:05:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1518"},"modified":"2011-03-25T22:05:16","modified_gmt":"2011-03-25T21:05:16","slug":"jai-reve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2011\/03\/25\/jai-reve\/","title":{"rendered":"J\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>J\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 de l\u2019horloge qui s\u00e9duirait le temps<br \/>\nDerri\u00e8re le b\u00e9ton gris de ces pantins en mime<br \/>\nde vers latins et ces poup\u00e9es chagrines<br \/>\nJ\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 ton \u00e9loge, la douceur de tes mains<br \/>\nLa mort qui redessine chaque fois le matin<br \/>\nJ\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 cette clope qui gonfle tes poumons<br \/>\nCette f\u00e9licit\u00e9 qui glisse sur cette l\u00e8vre<br \/>\nCette commissure qui se plisse<br \/>\net ne fait jamais gr\u00e8ve<br \/>\nJ\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9<br \/>\nJ\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 d\u2019avoir les mots<br \/>\nles mains<br \/>\nJ\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 savoir sculpter chanter rimer<br \/>\nCe bonheur aussi furtif<br \/>\nQue l\u2019\u00e9chapp\u00e9e est belle<br \/>\nJ\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9, j\u2019ai \u00e9crit<br \/>\nJ\u2019ai retourn\u00e9 le papier<br \/>\nAvant de constater<br \/>\nQue je ne t\u2019avais pas v\u00e9cue<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>J\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 de l\u2019horloge qui s\u00e9duirait le temps Derri\u00e8re le b\u00e9ton gris de ces pantins en mime de vers latins et ces poup\u00e9es chagrines J\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 ton \u00e9loge, la douceur de tes mains La mort qui redessine chaque fois le matin J\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 cette clope qui gonfle tes poumons Cette f\u00e9licit\u00e9 qui glisse sur cette [&hellip;]<\/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":[22,15,4],"tags":[14,5],"class_list":["post-1518","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-brouillons","category-non-classe","category-poesies","tag-alice-non-plus","tag-vers-libres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-ou","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1518","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=1518"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1518\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1518"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1518"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1518"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}