{"id":1932,"date":"2012-01-14T23:19:58","date_gmt":"2012-01-14T22:19:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1932"},"modified":"2012-01-14T23:19:58","modified_gmt":"2012-01-14T22:19:58","slug":"a-travers-champs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2012\/01\/14\/a-travers-champs\/","title":{"rendered":"A travers champs"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Elle courait les champs quand elle avait ton \u00e2ge<br \/>\nLes mains le coeur battant ne sachant la balade<br \/>\nQu\u2019elle servait au vent en guise de brimade<br \/>\nPour avoir fait trop grands ses espoirs de rivages<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Elle d\u00e9fiait le ciel et m\u00eame les nuages<br \/>\nAvec ses jeux cruels qu\u00eatant cette chamade<br \/>\nAu d\u00e9tour d\u2019un duel contre les voeux en rade<br \/>\nQui coulent le Rimmel sur son blanc maquillage<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Elle y croyait comme eux elle ignorait que toi<br \/>\nUn jour tu ferais feu de ses armes en bois<br \/>\nEn ravageant les pr\u00e9s qu\u2019elle a conquis en r\u00eaves<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">En ravivant les plaies qu\u2019elle a gu\u00e9ri de s\u00e8ve<br \/>\nEn y plantant un roi un arbre de No\u00ebl<br \/>\nAvec les bras en croix pour lui servir d\u2019\u00e9cuelle<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Elle courait les champs quand elle avait ton \u00e2ge Les mains le coeur battant ne sachant la balade Qu\u2019elle servait au vent en guise de brimade Pour avoir fait trop grands ses espoirs de rivages Elle d\u00e9fiait le ciel et m\u00eame les nuages Avec ses jeux cruels qu\u00eatant cette chamade Au d\u00e9tour d\u2019un duel contre [&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":[4],"tags":[14,11,12],"class_list":["post-1932","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesies","tag-alice-non-plus","tag-metres","tag-pseudo-sonnets"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-va","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1932","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=1932"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1932\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1932"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1932"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1932"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}