{"id":12521,"date":"2012-03-09T05:25:51","date_gmt":"2012-03-09T04:25:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=12521"},"modified":"2012-03-09T00:32:03","modified_gmt":"2012-03-08T23:32:03","slug":"des-dessins-dun-autre-temps","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=12521","title":{"rendered":"Des dessins d’un autre temps."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je me souviens des bancs de l’\u00e9cole,
\nDe ma difficult\u00e9 de me concentrer,
\nDe cet ennui, de l’absence de passion que je ressentais.<\/p>\n

Aucun souvenir pr\u00e9cis, aucune le\u00e7on \u00e0 jamais grav\u00e9e,
\nJuste cette lassitude, et l’envie de m’\u00e9vader.<\/p>\n

Avoir envie d’inventer et cr\u00e9er,
\nRejeter sans cesse les dogmes que l’on m’imposait …<\/p>\n

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Vintage School Desk by QuiteFrankie<\/a><\/p>\n

Et si cette si grande frustration, \u00e9tait la source de ma timidit\u00e9,
\nS’\u00eatre sentie si peu \u00e0 ma place, sans avoir os\u00e9 en parler.<\/p>\n

Et vous, les le\u00e7ons de votre enfance les avez-vous dig\u00e9r\u00e9es ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je me souviens des bancs de l’\u00e9cole, De ma difficult\u00e9 de me concentrer, De cet ennui, de l’absence de passion que je ressentais. Aucun souvenir pr\u00e9cis, aucune le\u00e7on \u00e0 jamais grav\u00e9e, Juste cette lassitude, et l’envie de m’\u00e9vader. Avoir envie d’inventer et cr\u00e9er, Rejeter sans cesse les dogmes que l’on m’imposait … Vintage School […]<\/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":[38,222],"tags":[396,9],"class_list":["post-12521","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","category-le-bureau-et-les-petits-papiers","tag-pensees","tag-vintage"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3fX","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12521","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=12521"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12521\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12521"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12521"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12521"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}