{"id":221,"date":"2009-10-29T18:46:55","date_gmt":"2009-10-29T16:46:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=221"},"modified":"2009-10-29T18:46:55","modified_gmt":"2009-10-29T16:46:55","slug":"accords-de-crise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2009\/10\/29\/accords-de-crise\/","title":{"rendered":"Accords de crise"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>Quand cette mer aura raison<br \/>\nDe chaque vague de l&rsquo;\u00e9cume<br \/>\nDe cette course o\u00f9 tourne en rond<br \/>\nCette falaise o\u00f9 l&rsquo;on s&rsquo;enrhume<br \/>\nO\u00f9 l&rsquo;on d\u00e9fait le firmament<br \/>\nPour le caler sur cette enclume<br \/>\nQuand les chevaux fendent le vent<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;\u00e0 leurs sabots l&rsquo;inopportune<br \/>\nAccroche l&rsquo;or des mal-aimants<br \/>\nO\u00f9 l&rsquo;on se perd plus qu&rsquo;on ne fume<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;importe au prix qu&rsquo;on met le banc<br \/>\nCette malice aura la plume<br \/>\nPour dessiner notre \u00e9quation<br \/>\nFichue au train de l&rsquo;amertume<br \/>\nO\u00f9 la tumeur se fait galion<br \/>\nIle aux tr\u00e9sors des illusions<br \/>\nQuand la police aura perdu<br \/>\nLa m\u00e9lodie, l&rsquo;ambre d&rsquo;un ton<br \/>\nQue les enfants des corps intrus<br \/>\nJoueront du rire des mormons<br \/>\nL&rsquo;amour de Pise aura v\u00e9cu<br \/>\nFera d&rsquo;Elise son Talion<br \/>\nEt sans remise \u00e0 leurs indus<br \/>\nLes oubli\u00e9s s&rsquo;en reviendront<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Quand cette mer aura raison De chaque vague de l&rsquo;\u00e9cume De cette course o\u00f9 tourne en rond Cette falaise o\u00f9 l&rsquo;on s&rsquo;enrhume O\u00f9 l&rsquo;on d\u00e9fait le firmament Pour le caler sur cette enclume Quand les chevaux fendent le vent Qu&rsquo;\u00e0 leurs sabots l&rsquo;inopportune Accroche l&rsquo;or des mal-aimants O\u00f9 l&rsquo;on se perd plus qu&rsquo;on ne fume [&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":[16,4],"tags":[6,10],"class_list":["post-221","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ebauches","category-poesies","tag-aleas","tag-autres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-3z","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/221","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=221"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/221\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=221"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=221"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=221"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}