{"id":10096,"date":"2011-10-18T05:25:49","date_gmt":"2011-10-18T03:25:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=10096"},"modified":"2011-10-18T13:38:12","modified_gmt":"2011-10-18T11:38:12","slug":"mle-scott","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=10096","title":{"rendered":"Mlle Scott."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je me cherche.<\/p>\n

Petite je pensais que les grands savaient.
\nPlus tard j’ai compris que je ne saurais s\u00fbrement jamais.<\/p>\n

Aujourd’hui je me dis que c’est pas si mal de vieillir,
\nCar avec le temps j’ai gagn\u00e9 une amie.<\/p>\n

L’exp\u00e9rience, ce signe du temps qui passe.
\nSavoir que l’on ne sait, mais que l’on apprendra,
\nAccepter les \u00e9checs, parce que plus forte on en sortira.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Cette petite<\/em> exp\u00e9rience qui se lit sur mon visage,
\nAvec ces quelques rides que je peux voir dans le miroir,
\nAcquises parfois dans la douleur, mais aussi dans la joie.<\/p>\n

Et vous, aimez-vous avoir de l’exp\u00e9rience ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je me cherche. Petite je pensais que les grands savaient. Plus tard j’ai compris que je ne saurais s\u00fbrement jamais. Aujourd’hui je me dis que c’est pas si mal de vieillir, Car avec le temps j’ai gagn\u00e9 une amie. L’exp\u00e9rience, ce signe du temps qui passe. Savoir que l’on ne sait, mais que l’on […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"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":"","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":[38],"tags":[396,212,9],"class_list":["post-10096","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees","tag-rainbow","tag-vintage"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-2CQ","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10096","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10096"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10096\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10096"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10096"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10096"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}