{"id":14480,"date":"2012-08-22T05:30:25","date_gmt":"2012-08-22T03:30:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14480"},"modified":"2012-08-22T10:56:02","modified_gmt":"2012-08-22T08:56:02","slug":"22-aout-2001","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14480","title":{"rendered":"22 Ao\u00fbt 2001"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi il y a 11 ans.
\nUn a\u00e9roport, un stylo, toi.<\/p>\n

Parfois j’ai le regret de cette premi\u00e8re fois,
\nDe cette rencontre, du jour o\u00f9 nous nous sommes charm\u00e9s.<\/p>\n

Souvent je me plains du manque de papillons,
\nDe cette folle passion qui nous faisait tout oublier.<\/p>\n

Puis hier cette m\u00eame question que je t’ai pos\u00e9 tant de fois,
\nSi les couples, un peu trop install\u00e9s, n’\u00e9taient destin\u00e9s \u00e0 se briser,<\/p>\n

Et ta r\u00e9ponse qui me prouve une nouvelle fois,
\nQue la Libelul<\/em> seul toi a su la comprendre et la dompter …<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Laurent charmeur de Libelul – Bretagne – Ao\u00fbt 2012<\/p>\n

\u00ab\u00a0Si certains ont besoin de nouveaut\u00e9,<\/em>
\nD’autres font \u00e9quipe et sont heureux avec cette douce stabilit\u00e9.\u00a0\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n

Je t’aime.<\/strong> Pour tes mots, pour qui tu es, pour qui nous sommes.<\/p>\n

Happy 11 and many more …
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi il y a 11 ans. Un a\u00e9roport, un stylo, toi. Parfois j’ai le regret de cette premi\u00e8re fois, De cette rencontre, du jour o\u00f9 nous nous sommes charm\u00e9s. Souvent je me plains du manque de papillons, De cette folle passion qui nous faisait tout oublier. Puis hier cette m\u00eame question que je t’ai pos\u00e9 […]<\/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],"class_list":["post-14480","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-3Ly","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14480","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=14480"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14480\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14490,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14480\/revisions\/14490"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14480"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14480"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14480"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}