{"id":1657,"date":"2011-09-27T21:59:33","date_gmt":"2011-09-27T19:59:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1657"},"modified":"2011-09-27T21:59:33","modified_gmt":"2011-09-27T19:59:33","slug":"lautre-cote-de-la-rue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2011\/09\/27\/lautre-cote-de-la-rue\/","title":{"rendered":"L&rsquo;autre c\u00f4t\u00e9 de la rue"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>On dit que les trottoirs n\u2019abhorrent pas sa pluie<br \/>\nIls gardent son miroir aux heures o\u00f9 s\u2019inscrit<br \/>\nLa brume de ses soirs o\u00f9 la lune p\u00e2lit<br \/>\nO\u00f9 m\u00eame son boudoir en garde au paradis<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">On dit que son embrun pla\u00eet \u00e0 ces poup\u00e9es russes<br \/>\nQu\u2019on y mette la main ou le royal circus<br \/>\nIl n\u2019y a que d\u2019\u00e9crin que le pauvre hiatus<br \/>\nQu\u2019il tient jusqu\u2019au matin jusqu\u2019\u00e0 noyer l\u2019astuce<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Vous le croyez malin alors qu\u2019il na\u00eet d\u2019un trait<br \/>\nDe celui qui le ceint et le tient \u00e0 l\u2019abstrait<br \/>\nEt sans faire-valoir il offre \u00e0 ses non-dits<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">La douceur de ses mains, la rose de ses fruits<br \/>\nInapte \u00e0 n\u2019\u00eatre qu\u2019un mais pape de l\u2019envie<br \/>\nQu\u2019on voudrait au couloir des r\u00eaves qu\u2019on d\u00e9fait<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On dit que les trottoirs n\u2019abhorrent pas sa pluie Ils gardent son miroir aux heures o\u00f9 s\u2019inscrit La brume de ses soirs o\u00f9 la lune p\u00e2lit O\u00f9 m\u00eame son boudoir en garde au paradis On dit que son embrun pla\u00eet \u00e0 ces poup\u00e9es russes Qu\u2019on y mette la main ou le royal circus Il n\u2019y [&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_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},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[16,4],"tags":[11,12],"class_list":["post-1657","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ebauches","category-poesies","tag-metres","tag-pseudo-sonnets"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-qJ","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1657","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=1657"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1657\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1657"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1657"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1657"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}