A marcher sur cette terre
\nLa t\u00eate en procession
\nEt le c\u0153ur en mis\u00e8re
\nJe suis all\u00e9 au cimeti\u00e8re
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019on enterre les f\u00e9es
\nLes berceaux des illusions
\nDes fois qu\u2019elle serait pass\u00e9e<\/p>\n
Je sais bien qu\u2019elle t\u2019aime
\nM\u00eame si elle n\u2019est pas venue
\nNi m\u00eame fait d\u00e9poser
\nUn bouquet de chrysanth\u00e8mes
\nSur la pierre invent\u00e9e
\nDont on ne se souvient plus<\/p>\n
Faut pas lui en vouloir
\nNi m\u00eame la juger
\nQuand on rime au hasard
\nIl faut bien jeter les d\u00e9s
\nLes recouvrir de fard
\nFermer les paupi\u00e8res
\nSurtout bien l\u2019enterrer<\/p>\n
Si \u00e7a n\u2019aide pas la mis\u00e8re
\nFaut bien l\u2019abandonner
\nL\u2019on n\u2019est pas p\u00e8re
\nComme l\u2019on na\u00eet m\u00e8re
\nEt surtout en \u00e9t\u00e9
\nSur l\u2019autel d\u2019un serment
\nQu\u2019on n\u2019a jamais pr\u00eat\u00e9<\/p>\n
Ca sert \u00e0 quoi de pleurer
\nUne id\u00e9e, un enfant
\nSi ce n\u2019est de prouver
\nQu\u2019on arrache bien les ailes des f\u00e9es<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A marcher sur cette terre La t\u00eate en procession Et le c\u0153ur en mis\u00e8re Je suis all\u00e9 au cimeti\u00e8re O\u00f9 l\u2019on enterre les f\u00e9es Les berceaux des illusions Des fois qu\u2019elle serait pass\u00e9e Je sais bien qu\u2019elle t\u2019aime M\u00eame si elle n\u2019est pas venue Ni m\u00eame fait d\u00e9poser Un bouquet de chrysanth\u00e8mes Sur la pierre […]<\/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":[4],"tags":[7,5],"class_list":["post-174","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesies","tag-la-fille-du-rien","tag-vers-libres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-2O","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/174","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=174"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/174\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=174"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=174"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=174"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}