{"id":13889,"date":"2012-06-13T05:25:59","date_gmt":"2012-06-13T03:25:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13889"},"modified":"2012-06-13T22:32:24","modified_gmt":"2012-06-13T20:32:24","slug":"pensees-volantes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13889","title":{"rendered":"Pens\u00e9es volantes"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi j’ai toujours vu un peu flou.<\/p>\n

Le regard souvent dans le vide,
\nPlong\u00e9e dans mes pens\u00e9es,
\nJe ne m’attache qu’aux d\u00e9licieux d\u00e9tails ,
\nQui excitent ma curiosit\u00e9.<\/p>\n

J’aime associer en d\u00e9calage,
\nJouer avec les id\u00e9es,
\nJe ne comprends ce qui est litt\u00e9ral,
\nCherchant toujours le sens cach\u00e9.<\/p>\n

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Teacups & Libelul<\/p>\n

Mon petit monde imaginaire qu’ici je cherche \u00e0 recr\u00e9er,
\nPeupl\u00e9 de tous mes r\u00eaves, et envies non exhauss\u00e9es.<\/p>\n

Et vous, \u00eates-vous souvent dans vos pens\u00e9es ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi j’ai toujours vu un peu flou. Le regard souvent dans le vide, Plong\u00e9e dans mes pens\u00e9es, Je ne m’attache qu’aux d\u00e9licieux d\u00e9tails , Qui excitent ma curiosit\u00e9. J’aime associer en d\u00e9calage, Jouer avec les id\u00e9es, Je ne comprends ce qui est litt\u00e9ral, Cherchant toujours le sens cach\u00e9. Teacups & Libelul Mon petit monde imaginaire […]<\/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],"tags":[396],"class_list":["post-13889","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-3C1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13889","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=13889"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13889\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13895,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13889\/revisions\/13895"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13889"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13889"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13889"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}