{"id":14632,"date":"2012-09-10T05:30:54","date_gmt":"2012-09-10T03:30:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14632"},"modified":"2012-09-10T00:37:03","modified_gmt":"2012-09-09T22:37:03","slug":"lete-indien","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14632","title":{"rendered":"L’\u00e9t\u00e9 indien"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi j’aime quand l’\u00e9t\u00e9 refuse de s’en aller.
\nCette chaleur, cette lumi\u00e8re magique ros\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

Mon objectif que je ne prot\u00e8ge pas,
\nMes photos compl\u00e8tement sur-expos\u00e9es.<\/p>\n

Me nourrir \u00e0 l’overdose de cette clart\u00e9,
\nQui en Novembre va tant me manquer.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

James & Panama by Libelul<\/p>\n

R\u00e9aliser qu’il a grandi, que lui aussi,
\nA ses moments o\u00f9 il est plong\u00e9 dans ses pens\u00e9es,
\nPeut-\u00eatre r\u00eave-t-il d\u00e9j\u00e0 \u00e0 son prochain \u00e9t\u00e9 …<\/p>\n

Et vous, d\u00e9j\u00e0 m\u00e9lancolique de la lumi\u00e8re de Juillet ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Et pour celles qui m’ont suivi sur Facebook,<\/em>
\nVoici le chapeau que j’ai rafistol\u00e9 avec des jolis tissu Petit Pan.<\/em>
\nFi\u00e8re je suis de lui, de moi.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi j’aime quand l’\u00e9t\u00e9 refuse de s’en aller. Cette chaleur, cette lumi\u00e8re magique ros\u00e9e. Mon objectif que je ne prot\u00e8ge pas, Mes photos compl\u00e8tement sur-expos\u00e9es. Me nourrir \u00e0 l’overdose de cette clart\u00e9, Qui en Novembre va tant me manquer. James & Panama by Libelul R\u00e9aliser qu’il a grandi, que lui aussi, A ses moments o\u00f9 […]<\/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-14632","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-3O0","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14632","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=14632"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14632\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14641,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14632\/revisions\/14641"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14632"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14632"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14632"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}