{"id":410,"date":"2010-05-20T06:57:26","date_gmt":"2010-05-20T04:57:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=410"},"modified":"2010-05-20T06:57:26","modified_gmt":"2010-05-20T04:57:26","slug":"de-lalice-au-matin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2010\/05\/20\/de-lalice-au-matin\/","title":{"rendered":"De l&rsquo;Alice au matin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Il para\u00eet que la Seine<br \/>\nBave aux ponts de Paris<br \/>\nDe relents en rengaine<br \/>\nComme elle r\u00eave \u00e0 elle<br \/>\nA ses mains qui sont pleines<br \/>\nDe tes mortes envies<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;elle fait balancelle<br \/>\nAux p\u00e9tales fl\u00e9tris<br \/>\nDe tes seins qui rient d&rsquo;elle<br \/>\nAvant que tu ne cries<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Il para\u00eet aux marins<br \/>\nQue les ports sont au Havre<br \/>\nQue leurs airs sont salins<br \/>\nSur les plages qu&rsquo;ils navrent<br \/>\nIl para\u00eet que l&rsquo;on peint<br \/>\nLeur coucher de soleil<br \/>\nQue la lune d\u00e9teint<br \/>\nSous des vagues pareilles<br \/>\nAux reflets alcalins<br \/>\nDe l&rsquo;Alice aux merveilles<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">[&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Il para\u00eet que la Seine Bave aux ponts de Paris De relents en rengaine Comme elle r\u00eave \u00e0 elle A ses mains qui sont pleines De tes mortes envies Qu&rsquo;elle fait balancelle Aux p\u00e9tales fl\u00e9tris De tes seins qui rient d&rsquo;elle Avant que tu ne cries Il para\u00eet aux marins Que les ports sont au [&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":"De l'Alice au matin","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":[14,11],"class_list":["post-410","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ebauches","category-poesies","tag-alice-non-plus","tag-metres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-6C","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/410","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=410"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/410\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=410"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=410"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=410"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}