{"id":278,"date":"2009-09-22T01:08:45","date_gmt":"2009-09-21T23:08:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=278"},"modified":"2009-09-22T01:08:45","modified_gmt":"2009-09-21T23:08:45","slug":"a-lhotel-des-sans-abris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2009\/09\/22\/a-lhotel-des-sans-abris\/","title":{"rendered":"A l&rsquo;h\u00f4tel des sans-abris"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align:left;padding-left:90px\"><em>Elle est lasse et s&rsquo;efface<br \/>\nD\u00e9grafe et d\u00e9boutonne<br \/>\nLa dentelle de ses mots<br \/>\nElle est gr\u00e2ce et brouillonne<br \/>\nTourne l&rsquo;\u0153il pudiquement<br \/>\nPendant qu&rsquo;elle griffonne<br \/>\nLe parterre de ses maux<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Elle est ligne, elle est jeune<br \/>\nQuand d&rsquo;un geste d&rsquo;\u00e9paule<br \/>\nElle d\u00e9gage le nuage<br \/>\nAuquel elle s&rsquo;abandonne<br \/>\nElle est cygne et entonne<br \/>\nUne m\u00e9lodie de phrases<br \/>\nQue son dieu lui pardonne<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Elle est muette et aphone<br \/>\nQuand elle enferme ainsi<br \/>\nLa voyelle par la consonne<br \/>\nQue m\u00eame son \u00e2me scie<br \/>\nLes planches sur lesquelles<br \/>\nElle rit et siphonne<br \/>\nLes tourments des s\u00e9quelles<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;elle offre aux airs de \u00ab\u00a0si\u00a0\u00bb<br \/>\nPour qu&rsquo;on la serre, qu&rsquo;on la pouponne<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Peut-\u00eatre danse-t-elle<br \/>\nSur le bord de la sc\u00e8ne<br \/>\nPeut-\u00eatre qu&rsquo;elle au pluriel<br \/>\nRetire ce qu&rsquo;elle donne<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;\u00e0 l&rsquo;ombre du th\u00e9\u00e2tre<br \/>\nQui lui souffle sa vie<br \/>\nElle sait que le bel \u00e2tre<br \/>\nN&rsquo;est que reflet de son envie<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Elle sera Vienne ou bien Paris<br \/>\nA l&rsquo;heure des chiennes<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;implorent la vie<br \/>\nElle sera tienne ou bien Sienne<br \/>\nDans cette chambre o\u00f9 rien ne dit<br \/>\nQue la mort lasse r\u00eave aux plis<br \/>\nDe la dentelle<br \/>\nDans cet h\u00f4tel des sans-abris<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Elle est lasse et s&rsquo;efface D\u00e9grafe et d\u00e9boutonne La dentelle de ses mots Elle est gr\u00e2ce et brouillonne Tourne l&rsquo;\u0153il pudiquement Pendant qu&rsquo;elle griffonne Le parterre de ses maux Elle est ligne, elle est jeune Quand d&rsquo;un geste d&rsquo;\u00e9paule Elle d\u00e9gage le nuage Auquel elle s&rsquo;abandonne Elle est cygne et entonne Une m\u00e9lodie de phrases [&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,"_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":"A l'h\u00f4tel des sans-abris:","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":[4],"tags":[6,10,5],"class_list":["post-278","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesies","tag-aleas","tag-autres","tag-vers-libres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-4u","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/278","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=278"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/278\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=278"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=278"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=278"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}