{"id":1529,"date":"2011-04-09T19:01:46","date_gmt":"2011-04-09T17:01:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1529"},"modified":"2011-04-09T19:01:46","modified_gmt":"2011-04-09T17:01:46","slug":"si-nadvienne-que-ce-quon-ne-peut-pas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2011\/04\/09\/si-nadvienne-que-ce-quon-ne-peut-pas\/","title":{"rendered":"Si n’advienne que ce qu’on ne peut pas"},"content":{"rendered":"

Si d’un oui lanc\u00e9 l\u00e0
\nVient le non qui s’invite
\nQuand le ciel se fait bas
\nSi nos corps en l\u00e9vitent
\nBien trop loin de nos bras
\nLe bonheur ne s’h\u00e9rite
\nDe cet oeuf sur le plat<\/em><\/p>\n

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Bien avant le perfide
\nOn se donne en d\u00e9viance
\nDes amours \u00e0 l’acide
\nQu’on s’\u00e9change en errance
\nBien avant qu’on d\u00e9cide
\nSi l’on marche ou l’on danse
\nSur nos peaux qui se rident<\/p>\n

Si ce cri c’est ta voix
\nQui me dit qu’on se g\u00eane
\nQui m’\u00e9crit qu’on peut pas
\nJe te laisse l’ar\u00e8ne
\nLe piano sous tes doigts
\nPour souffler la rengaine
\nEt sauver le radeau<\/p>\n

<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/p>\n

Mes mains lisses s’encha\u00eenent
\nQuand mes mots sont sans toit
\nIls me laissent l’\u00e9trenne
\nLes petit’s fins de mois
\nL’impression d’un lychen
\nqui me pousse aux parois
\nQu’on se meurt, qu’on n’advienne
\nSur un manque de foi<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Si d’un oui lanc\u00e9 l\u00e0 Vient le non qui s’invite Quand le ciel se fait bas Si nos corps en l\u00e9vitent Bien trop loin de nos bras Le bonheur ne s’h\u00e9rite De cet oeuf sur le plat Bien avant le perfide On se donne en d\u00e9viance Des amours \u00e0 l’acide Qu’on s’\u00e9change en errance Bien […]<\/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,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"Si n'advienne que ce qu'on ne peut pas http:\/\/wp.me\/pRmGm-oF","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},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[16,4],"tags":[6,11],"class_list":["post-1529","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ebauches","category-poesies","tag-aleas","tag-metres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-oF","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1529","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=1529"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1529\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1529"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1529"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1529"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}