{"id":11721,"date":"2012-01-17T05:25:33","date_gmt":"2012-01-17T04:25:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=11721"},"modified":"2012-01-16T23:09:08","modified_gmt":"2012-01-16T22:09:08","slug":"le-patchwork","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=11721","title":{"rendered":"Le patchwork."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi, ma vie est un patchwork.
\nDes couches et surcouches compl\u00e8tement diff\u00e9rentes,
\nDont je ne saisis que maintenant l’harmonie.<\/p>\n

Se d\u00e9cider pour une couleur, et la d\u00e9cliner,
\nD\u00e9couper un \u00e0 un des petits carr\u00e9s,
\nS’amuser \u00e0 les associer … un moment.<\/p>\n

Mais ressentir que ce sage cama\u00efeux de Moi<\/em>,
\nN’est pas tout \u00e0 fait soi.<\/p>\n

Et si on ajoutait encore un autre petit carr\u00e9 color\u00e9 …<\/p>\n

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Home inspiration by Lula Aldunate<\/a><\/p>\n

Un motif Liberty, d’une folle gaiet\u00e9,
\nLaissant libre court \u00e0 ma cr\u00e9ativit\u00e9,
\nPour retrouver tous les contrastes de ma personnalit\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Et vous, exprimez-vous tous vos Moi<\/em>, ou les vous gardez au fond de vous ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Moi, ma vie est un patchwork. Des couches et surcouches compl\u00e8tement diff\u00e9rentes, Dont je ne saisis que maintenant l’harmonie. Se d\u00e9cider pour une couleur, et la d\u00e9cliner, D\u00e9couper un \u00e0 un des petits carr\u00e9s, S’amuser \u00e0 les associer … un moment. Mais ressentir que ce sage cama\u00efeux de Moi, N’est pas tout \u00e0 fait soi. […]<\/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":[394,396,212],"class_list":["post-11721","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-decoration","tag-pensees","tag-rainbow"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-333","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11721","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=11721"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11721\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11721"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11721"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11721"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}