{"id":1734,"date":"2011-11-12T23:24:11","date_gmt":"2011-11-12T22:24:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1734"},"modified":"2011-11-12T23:24:11","modified_gmt":"2011-11-12T22:24:11","slug":"je-me-nous-esquisse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2011\/11\/12\/je-me-nous-esquisse\/","title":{"rendered":"Je me \u201cnous\u201d [esquisse]"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"padding-left:90px\">De tout temps je me \u201cnous\u201d<br \/>\nDevant le piano vide<br \/>\nDerri\u00e8re ma main qui joue<br \/>\nA effleurer cet air<br \/>\nA essuyer l\u2019humide<br \/>\nQui glisse sur ma joue<\/p>\n<p>J\u2019ai pas trouv\u00e9 les mots<br \/>\nPour ne plus te dire vous<br \/>\nEffacer tous les trop<br \/>\nDans leur habits d\u2019hier<br \/>\nQu\u2019un r\u00eave un peu fou<br \/>\nAvait par\u00e9 de beau<\/p>\n<p>Mais c\u2019est toi qui m\u2019enseignes<br \/>\nDe tout jeter \u00e0 l\u2019eau<br \/>\nLaisser passer le r\u00e8gne<br \/>\nDes maux un peu amers<br \/>\nEt ressentir ta peau<br \/>\nSans le fard qui la gaine<\/p>\n<p>Et maintenant que nous<br \/>\nNe compte plus la peine<br \/>\nQui tra\u00eenait dans la boue<br \/>\nChaque voeu ou pri\u00e8re<br \/>\nAu devant de la sc\u00e8ne<br \/>\nIl ne reste que vous<\/p>\n<p>Et depuis je me \u201cnous\u201d<br \/>\nPour te dire que la reine<br \/>\nA encore rendez-vous<br \/>\nA deux pas de la Seine<br \/>\nA deux doigts de son cou<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>De tout temps je me \u201cnous\u201d Devant le piano vide Derri\u00e8re ma main qui joue A effleurer cet air A essuyer l\u2019humide Qui glisse sur ma joue J\u2019ai pas trouv\u00e9 les mots Pour ne plus te dire vous Effacer tous les trop Dans leur habits d\u2019hier Qu\u2019un r\u00eave un peu fou Avait par\u00e9 de beau [&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,"_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":"","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":[21,4],"tags":[27,5],"class_list":["post-1734","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-esquisses","category-poesies","tag-va-savoir","tag-vers-libres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-rY","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1734","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=1734"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1734\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1734"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1734"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1734"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}