{"id":12658,"date":"2012-03-20T05:25:21","date_gmt":"2012-03-20T04:25:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=12658"},"modified":"2012-03-20T00:02:28","modified_gmt":"2012-03-19T23:02:28","slug":"le-temps-de-la-tristesse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=12658","title":{"rendered":"Le temps de la tristesse."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi j’avais pr\u00e9vu de vous parler du Printemps,
\nDe vous inviter \u00e0 faire attention au temps qui passe.<\/p>\n

Mais je ne peux faire semblant,
\nJe ne peux pas faire comme si rien ne s’\u00e9tait pass\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Ils ont touch\u00e9 \u00e0 ce qu’il y a de plus pur,
\nTu\u00e9 gratuitement nos enfants.
\nR\u00e9volt\u00e9e, je le suis, comme tant de mamans,
\nPar tant de cruaut\u00e9, et de sauvagerie sans raison.<\/p>\n

Je pense aux enfants de Toulouse, d’Ouganda et d’ailleurs,
\n\u00c0 toutes ces enfances vol\u00e9es, \u00e0 jamais bris\u00e9es.<\/p>\n

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Formuler un souhait na\u00eff d’un futur diff\u00e9rent,
\nO\u00f9 l’Homme (re)trouvera son humanit\u00e9,
\nEt qu’il prot\u00e9gera le rire des enfants.<\/p>\n

Dans le respect, avec mes plus sinc\u00e8res condol\u00e9ances.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi j’avais pr\u00e9vu de vous parler du Printemps, De vous inviter \u00e0 faire attention au temps qui passe. Mais je ne peux faire semblant, Je ne peux pas faire comme si rien ne s’\u00e9tait pass\u00e9. Ils ont touch\u00e9 \u00e0 ce qu’il y a de plus pur, Tu\u00e9 gratuitement nos enfants. R\u00e9volt\u00e9e, je le suis, comme […]<\/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-12658","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-3ia","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12658","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=12658"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12658\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12658"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12658"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12658"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}