Quelle ombre ne fait lumi\u00e8re
\nQuand elle est \u00e9clair\u00e9e
\nPar la douceur d\u2019une ambre
\nQue l\u2019on ne d\u00e9polit
\nQu’\u00e0 l\u2019or\u00e9e de la nuit
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019on a laiss\u00e9 langue
\nDans le tendre r\u00e9duit ;
\nQuelles mains ne sauraient
\nAccabler cette terre
\nQui prot\u00e8ge le fruit
\nDe ce chemin de croix
\nQu\u2019on fleurit de pri\u00e8res
\nPour lui montrer la voie ;
\nQuels doigts ne sauraient faire
\nSi jouer la m\u00e9lodie
\n\u00c9tait moins une guerre
\nQui lance au paradis
\nLes notes ouvri\u00e8res
\nAux pl\u00e9thores de si
\nQu\u2019une port\u00e9e \u00e0 l\u2019air
\nJusqu\u2019\u00e0 son asphyxie
\nDu bijou que l\u2019on serre
\nJusqu\u2019\u00e0 son dernier cri ;
\nJe te voudrais silence
\nAu lieu de faire le nid
\nDe ceux qui en errance
\nJettent leurs colonies
\nSur le seul d\u00e9sert
\nQue nul n\u2019a conquis ;
\nJe te voudrais rivi\u00e8re
\nLaiss\u00e9e aux terrains vagues
\nA parcourir l\u2019aveu
\nQu\u2019\u00e9nonce mes orni\u00e8res
\nAvant que le jet lag
\nMon d\u00e9calage horaire
\nNous ram\u00e8ne tous les deux.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Quelle ombre ne fait lumi\u00e8re Quand elle est \u00e9clair\u00e9e Par la douceur d\u2019une ambre Que l\u2019on ne d\u00e9polit Qu’\u00e0 l\u2019or\u00e9e de la nuit O\u00f9 l\u2019on a laiss\u00e9 langue Dans le tendre r\u00e9duit ; Quelles mains ne sauraient Accabler cette terre Qui prot\u00e8ge le fruit De ce chemin de croix Qu\u2019on fleurit de pri\u00e8res Pour lui […]<\/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_post_was_ever_published":false,"_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":"Tu n\u2019es pas celle que tu crois (enfin pas pour moi) http:\/\/wp.me\/pRmGm-uW","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}},"categories":[22,4],"tags":[27,5],"class_list":["post-1918","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-brouillons","category-poesies","tag-va-savoir","tag-vers-libres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-uW","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1918","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=1918"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1918\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1918"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1918"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1918"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}