Cette nuit s\u2019avance et je ne dors toujours pas ;
\nJe pense \u00e0 mille choses et ne r\u00eave de rien ;
\nLa place est encor chaude et le drap trop ancien,
\nIl sent toujours la vie, cette mer d\u2019ici-bas ;<\/p>\n
Je me la rappelle, souviens-toi cette trique,
\nQue tu tenais sans peine enfouie au fond de toi,
\nQue tu voulais toujours, qui te laissait sans voix,
\nComme un bateau ancr\u00e9, perdu dans cette crique ;<\/p>\n
Et tu restais blottie, accroch\u00e9e \u00e0 ce m\u00e2t,
\nAttendant ce peut-\u00eatre impossible : rester l\u00e0,
\nLa note qu\u2019on promet, ce La qu\u2019on ne tient pas ;<\/p>\n
Et le froid me lance et j’esp\u00e8re encore de toi,
\nToi qu\u2019as pli\u00e9 cette voile comme un tr\u00e9ma,
\nEt sous les vents d\u2019octobre, je n\u2019avance pas<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Cette nuit s\u2019avance et je ne dors toujours pas ; Je pense \u00e0 mille choses et ne r\u00eave de rien ; La place est encor chaude et le drap trop ancien, Il sent toujours la vie, cette mer d\u2019ici-bas ; Je me la rappelle, souviens-toi cette trique, Que tu tenais sans peine enfouie au fond […]<\/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":"Cent vents, sans toi:","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":[79,4],"tags":[7,11,12],"class_list":["post-362","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fdr","category-poesies","tag-la-fille-du-rien","tag-metres","tag-pseudo-sonnets"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-5Q","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/362","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=362"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/362\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2077,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/362\/revisions\/2077"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=362"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=362"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}