{"id":1876,"date":"2011-12-21T23:50:25","date_gmt":"2011-12-21T22:50:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1876"},"modified":"2011-12-21T23:50:25","modified_gmt":"2011-12-21T22:50:25","slug":"rien-dautre-a-propos-de-nous","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2011\/12\/21\/rien-dautre-a-propos-de-nous\/","title":{"rendered":"Rien d&rsquo;autre \u00e0 propos de nous"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align:center\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"700\" height=\"394\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/IL26Zg-_R_E?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=fr-FR&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>Sur les quais d\u2019une Seine<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Aux flots gris d\u00e9vers\u00e9s<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Dans un Paris sans reine<\/em><br \/>\n<em> O\u00f9 l\u2019on cherche \u00e0 aimer<\/em><br \/>\n<em> En un souffle une haleine<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Une fille d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Qui a quitt\u00e9 la sc\u00e8ne<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Avant m\u00eame l\u2019or\u00e9e<\/em><br \/>\n<em> D\u2019une lune si pleine<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Aux contours argent\u00e9s<\/em><br \/>\n<em> C\u2019est ce refrain qui tra\u00eene<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Qu\u2019\u00e9cluse le quartier<\/em><br \/>\n<em> De sa note rengaine<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Aux couleurs d\u00e9lav\u00e9es<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>Que veux-tu qu\u2019on devienne<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Qu\u2019on murmure \u00e0 l\u2019amant<\/em><br \/>\n<em> A la femme qu\u2019\u00e9tait sienne<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Avant que le 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lointaine<\/em><br \/>\n<em> A l\u2019endroit du roman<\/em><br \/>\n<em> O\u00f9 nos corps ne retiennent<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Et nos envies d\u2019avant<\/em><br \/>\n<em> S\u2019envolent a\u00e9riennes<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Nous laissant indigents<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sur les quais d\u2019une Seine Aux flots gris d\u00e9vers\u00e9s Dans un Paris sans reine O\u00f9 l\u2019on cherche \u00e0 aimer En un souffle une haleine Une fille d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 Qui a quitt\u00e9 la sc\u00e8ne Avant m\u00eame l\u2019or\u00e9e D\u2019une lune si pleine Aux contours argent\u00e9s C\u2019est ce refrain qui tra\u00eene Qu\u2019\u00e9cluse le quartier De sa note rengaine Aux 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