{"id":13918,"date":"2012-06-19T05:25:44","date_gmt":"2012-06-19T03:25:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13918"},"modified":"2012-06-19T00:22:20","modified_gmt":"2012-06-18T22:22:20","slug":"mille","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13918","title":{"rendered":"MILLE"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je, mille fois.<\/p>\n

En d\u00e9marrant ce blog, jamais je n’aurais cru,
\nQue ce Moi je<\/em> mis l\u00e0 un peu par accident,
\nNe sachant pas comment commencer, serait rest\u00e9 si longtemps.<\/p>\n

Mille billets. Mille Moi je<\/em>, que je m’amuse \u00e0 effeuiller,
\nMa longue liste de d\u00e9finitions,
\nDe ce que je suis ou que j’aimerai.<\/p>\n

Est-ce la fin d’un cycle, le d\u00e9but,
\nJe ne sais, je n’ai rien calcul\u00e9,
\nJe sais juste que je veux continuer … encore un peu.<\/p>\n

Cet endroit me plait, j’appr\u00e9cie sa tranquillit\u00e9,
\nCes m\u00e9lange de r\u00eave et de r\u00e9alit\u00e9,
\nCet espace fait de mots, de couleurs et de temps.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Mon miroir aux alouettes … Libelul #1000<\/p>\n

Et\u00a0 je me souhaite encore quelques milliers de Moi je<\/em>,
\nQue m’aideront comme toujours \u00e0 me conna\u00eetre un peu mieux.<\/p>\n

Happy 1000.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

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