{"id":13881,"date":"2012-06-12T20:56:29","date_gmt":"2012-06-12T18:56:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13881"},"modified":"2012-06-13T01:18:38","modified_gmt":"2012-06-12T23:18:38","slug":"sourires-poses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13881","title":{"rendered":"Sourires pos\u00e9s"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je n’arrive pas \u00e0 sourire quand c’est grave.<\/p>\n

Ni \u00e0 cacher mes \u00e9motions,
\nNi \u00e0 ne pas remarquer celles des autres.
\nHyper sensible \u00e0 ce qu’ils pensent,
\nComme si la v\u00e9rit\u00e9 \u00e9tait dans leur regard.<\/p>\n

J’admire les \u00eatres capables d\u2019indiff\u00e9rence,
\nArriver \u00e0 ranger les jugements dans un placard,
\nAvoir le don de l’abstraction,
\n\u00catre sourd aux pens\u00e9es noires.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

My cute quotes Smile<\/a><\/p>\n

Et mes sourires sont tout sauf de fa\u00e7ade,
\nJe les r\u00e9serve, aux moments pr\u00e9cieux touch\u00e9s par la gr\u00e2ce.<\/p>\n

Et vous, capable de sourire quand c’est grave ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Et je voudrais en profiter pour dire \u00e0 quel point je t’aime Laurent,<\/em>
\nDe m’accepter avec mes sourires et mon volcanisme,<\/em>
\nEt je nous souhaite encore quelques merveilleux anniversaires de mariage.<\/em><\/p>\n

Love.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je n’arrive pas \u00e0 sourire quand c’est grave. Ni \u00e0 cacher mes \u00e9motions, Ni \u00e0 ne pas remarquer celles des autres. Hyper sensible \u00e0 ce qu’ils pensent, Comme si la v\u00e9rit\u00e9 \u00e9tait dans leur regard. J’admire les \u00eatres capables d\u2019indiff\u00e9rence, Arriver \u00e0 ranger les jugements dans un placard, Avoir le don de l’abstraction, \u00catre […]<\/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":[396,212],"class_list":["post-13881","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees","tag-rainbow"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3BT","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13881","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=13881"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13881\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13900,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13881\/revisions\/13900"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13881"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13881"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13881"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}