{"id":452,"date":"2010-06-05T18:44:00","date_gmt":"2010-06-05T16:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=452"},"modified":"2010-06-05T18:44:00","modified_gmt":"2010-06-05T16:44:00","slug":"il-nous-poussera-des-ailes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2010\/06\/05\/il-nous-poussera-des-ailes\/","title":{"rendered":"Il nous poussera des ailes"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
J’ai trop vidé l’offense
\n Qu’on a fait à l’été
\n Prié que l’innocence
\n Pourrait nous en tirer
\n Tendu la main au ciel
\n Pour nos idées de rien
\n Cousues de bouts de ficelle
\n \u00ab\u00a0L’avenir nous appartient\u00a0\u00bb
\n Quand on croyait en elles<\/p>\n

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J’ai brûlé à l’essence
\n Quand tu avais des ailes
\n Un cœur sans absence
\n J’ai avalé du ciel
\n Quand tu noyais mes sens
\n de rêves étincelles
\n Aux limites où je tiens
\n A mon toi essentiel<\/p>\n

.<\/p>\n

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J’ai visité l’errance
\n Aux portes éternelles
\n violé notre insouciance
\n A l’aorte vermeille
\n sur la promesse rance
\n de nos soirs souverains
\n Oublieux incertains
\n Une idée de ce mieux
\n Dans le creux de l’absence
\n <\/em><\/p>\n

…..
\n Lily H. & Tilou
\n <\/span>
\n ( février 2008 )<\/p>\n

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J’ai trop vidé l’offense Qu’on a fait à l’été Prié que l’innocence Pourrait nous en tirer Tendu la main au ciel Pour nos idées de rien Cousues de bouts de ficelle \u00ab\u00a0L’avenir nous appartient\u00a0\u00bb Quand on croyait en elles   . J’ai brûlé à l’essence Quand tu avais des ailes Un cœur sans absence J’ai […]<\/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_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":"Il nous poussera des ailes","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":[3,4],"tags":[101,5],"class_list":["post-452","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-melanges","category-poesies","tag-duos","tag-vers-libres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-7i","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/452","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=452"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/452\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=452"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=452"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=452"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}