{"id":13459,"date":"2012-05-10T09:07:26","date_gmt":"2012-05-10T07:07:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13459"},"modified":"2012-05-10T09:07:50","modified_gmt":"2012-05-10T07:07:50","slug":"la-page-blanche","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13459","title":{"rendered":"La page blanche"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je n’avais pas pr\u00e9vu de parler de cela maintenant.
\nLa superstition, et puis le temps et puis l’envie,
\nLe besoin de partager aussi … Bref.<\/p>\n

Hier, \u00e9tait une journ\u00e9e m\u00e9morable,
\nLe jour o\u00f9 j’ai vu la page incroyablement blanche,
\nL’objet tellement r\u00eav\u00e9, celui dont j’ai envie,
\nMais qui me fait affreusement peur aussi.<\/p>\n

Ne jamais \u00eatre s\u00fbre de soi,
\nSe demander le comment du pourquoi,
\nNe pas savoir si je serai \u00e0 la hauteur,
\nS’interroger sur le fondement r\u00e9el de mes peurs.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Et j’aimerai prendre cet instant pour remercier,
\nUne lectrice qui est rest\u00e9e longtemps cach\u00e9e,
\nD’avoir simplement cru en moi,
\nD’\u00eatre celle qui va m’aider \u00e0 r\u00e9v\u00e9ler le v\u00e9ritable moi.<\/p>\n

Merci. <\/strong>\u2665<\/p>\n

Pardon d’\u00eatre \u00e9nigmatique, je voudrais vous laisser des surprises,<\/em>
\nMais l’envie de partager ce moment \u00e9tait trop forte.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je n’avais pas pr\u00e9vu de parler de cela maintenant. La superstition, et puis le temps et puis l’envie, Le besoin de partager aussi … Bref. Hier, \u00e9tait une journ\u00e9e m\u00e9morable, Le jour o\u00f9 j’ai vu la page incroyablement blanche, L’objet tellement r\u00eav\u00e9, celui dont j’ai envie, Mais qui me fait affreusement peur aussi. Ne […]<\/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":[38,222],"tags":[674,527,396],"class_list":["post-13459","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","category-le-bureau-et-les-petits-papiers","tag-libelul","tag-livre","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3v5","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13459","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=13459"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13459\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13459"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13459"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13459"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}