{"id":13574,"date":"2012-05-17T05:25:12","date_gmt":"2012-05-17T03:25:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13574"},"modified":"2012-05-16T23:01:29","modified_gmt":"2012-05-16T21:01:29","slug":"un-rainbow-dans-le-salon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13574","title":{"rendered":"Un rainbow dans le salon"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi j’aime les contrastes.
\nNe jamais \u00eatre l\u00e0 o\u00f9 l’on m’attend.<\/p>\n

Passer des fleurs aux formes graphiques,
\nAller du blanc vers la couleur.<\/p>\n

Cultiver un certain esprit de contradiction,
\nNe pas me laisser dicter mes \u00e9motions.<\/p>\n

Mais me laisser surprendre dans mes chemins rectilignes,
\nPar un motif \u00e9tonnant.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

After the rainbow by Sonya Winner<\/a><\/p>\n

Un arc-en-ciel comme symbole de mon ind\u00e9pendance, ma libert\u00e9 de ton,
\nMon envie de laisser les pages s’\u00e9crire sans pr\u00e9m\u00e9ditation.<\/p>\n

Et vous, quelle place laissez-vous \u00e0 la surprise ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Moi j’aime les contrastes. Ne jamais \u00eatre l\u00e0 o\u00f9 l’on m’attend. Passer des fleurs aux formes graphiques, Aller du blanc vers la couleur. Cultiver un certain esprit de contradiction, Ne pas me laisser dicter mes \u00e9motions. Mais me laisser surprendre dans mes chemins rectilignes, Par un motif \u00e9tonnant. After the rainbow by Sonya Winner Un […]<\/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":[217],"tags":[394,212],"class_list":["post-13574","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-la-maison","tag-decoration","tag-rainbow"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3wW","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13574","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=13574"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13574\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13582,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13574\/revisions\/13582"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13574"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13574"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13574"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}