{"id":10455,"date":"2011-11-09T05:25:04","date_gmt":"2011-11-09T03:25:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=10455"},"modified":"2011-11-09T00:30:39","modified_gmt":"2011-11-08T22:30:39","slug":"la-foret-desenchantee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=10455","title":{"rendered":"La for\u00eat desenchant\u00e9e."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi j’ai peur.
\nPeur de ce monde de plus en plus violent.<\/p>\n

Cette soci\u00e9t\u00e9 qui ne respecte pas les enfants,
\nRenvers\u00e9s, tu\u00e9s, transform\u00e9s en ignobles objets,
\nJ’ai peur pour nos enfants.<\/p>\n

Je pense \u00e0 Oc\u00e9ane<\/em>, Yue Yue<\/em> et \u00e0 tous les autres,
\nCes anges a qui on a vol\u00e9 leur histoire,
\nPour d’incompr\u00e9hensibles raisons.<\/p>\n

Je pense \u00e0 leurs parents,
\nAu courage qu’ils vont devoir trouver,
\nPour arriver \u00e0 survivre, \u00e0 trouver la motivation,
\nDe remettre un pied devant l’autre,
\nDe respirer simplement.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Me demander tous les jours,
\nSi je le prot\u00e8ge suffisamment,
\nSans lui transmettre mes peurs, lui apprendre la vigilance.<\/p>\n

Et lui expliquer que dans notre soci\u00e9t\u00e9,
\nParfois les loups se d\u00e9guisent en hommes.<\/p>\n

Rest in peace.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi j’ai peur. Peur de ce monde de plus en plus violent. Cette soci\u00e9t\u00e9 qui ne respecte pas les enfants, Renvers\u00e9s, tu\u00e9s, transform\u00e9s en ignobles objets, J’ai peur pour nos enfants. Je pense \u00e0 Oc\u00e9ane, Yue Yue et \u00e0 tous les autres, Ces anges a qui on a vol\u00e9 leur histoire, Pour d’incompr\u00e9hensibles raisons. Je […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_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},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[38],"tags":[396],"class_list":["post-10455","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-2ID","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10455","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=10455"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10455\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10455"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10455"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10455"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}