{"id":14294,"date":"2012-08-10T05:30:08","date_gmt":"2012-08-10T03:30:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14294"},"modified":"2012-08-10T00:14:30","modified_gmt":"2012-08-09T22:14:30","slug":"sous-le-vent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14294","title":{"rendered":"Sous le vent …"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi, j’aime le bruit du vent.<\/p>\n

La brise et sa douce fra\u00eecheur,
\nL’orage et ses majestueux \u00e9clairs,
\nLa temp\u00eate et sa brutalit\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Et tous les pr\u00e9sents magiques que le vent nous offre,
\nComme le gracieux vol du cerf-volant dans le ciel,
\nOu la m\u00e9lodie impr\u00e9visible du carillon en bois flott\u00e9.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Sea Glass Chime by Rubbish Revival<\/a><\/p>\n

Une ode au vent que j’entends au moment de la nuit tomb\u00e9e,
\nEt promis la semaine prochaine je vous raconte mon \u00eele Maurice et ses doux Aliz\u00e9s.<\/p>\n

\u2665 Tr\u00e8s bon week-end \u00e0 vous \u2665<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi, j’aime le bruit du vent. La brise et sa douce fra\u00eecheur, L’orage et ses majestueux \u00e9clairs, La temp\u00eate et sa brutalit\u00e9. Et tous les pr\u00e9sents magiques que le vent nous offre, Comme le gracieux vol du cerf-volant dans le ciel, Ou la m\u00e9lodie impr\u00e9visible du carillon en bois flott\u00e9. Sea Glass Chime by Rubbish […]<\/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":[217],"tags":[714,430,212,532],"class_list":["post-14294","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-la-maison","tag-chimes","tag-mobile","tag-rainbow","tag-vert"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3Iy","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14294","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=14294"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14294\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14301,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14294\/revisions\/14301"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14294"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14294"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14294"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}