{"id":14682,"date":"2012-09-14T05:30:33","date_gmt":"2012-09-14T03:30:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14682"},"modified":"2012-09-14T01:32:23","modified_gmt":"2012-09-13T23:32:23","slug":"lharicot-magique","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14682","title":{"rendered":"L’haricot magique"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je crois \u00e0 la magie,
\n\u00c0 ces jolies co\u00efncidences jamais vraiment dues au hasard.<\/p>\n

Parler d’une absence, imm\u00e9diatement avoir un message de toi,
\nPrononcer les m\u00eames mots, \u00e0 une fraction de seconde d’intervalle,
\nSouhaiter fort quelque chose, le recevoir en cadeau juste \u00e0 ce moment l\u00e0.<\/p>\n

Sentir une pr\u00e9sence, quelqu’un qui ouvre la voie,
\nPour m’aider \u00e0 trouver ce que je ne cherchais pas encore,
\nEt le placer juste \u00e0 c\u00f4t\u00e9 de moi.<\/p>\n

Un mot, une photo, un film, des centaines de messages,
\nEt l’impression qu’ils se multiplient, avec bienveillance envers moi.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Potager magique – Bretagne – Ao\u00fbt 2012<\/p>\n

Comme des petits cailloux blancs sur ma route,
\nLaiss\u00e9s par je ne sais quoi,
\nQui me guident vers le bonheur,
\n\u00c0 chacun de mes pas.<\/p>\n

En vous souhaitant de jolis signes,<\/strong>
\nEt un tr\u00e8s bon week-end !<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je crois \u00e0 la magie, \u00c0 ces jolies co\u00efncidences jamais vraiment dues au hasard. Parler d’une absence, imm\u00e9diatement avoir un message de toi, Prononcer les m\u00eames mots, \u00e0 une fraction de seconde d’intervalle, Souhaiter fort quelque chose, le recevoir en cadeau juste \u00e0 ce moment l\u00e0. Sentir une pr\u00e9sence, quelqu’un qui ouvre la voie, […]<\/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":[722,144,396,23],"class_list":["post-14682","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-bretagne","tag-magie","tag-pensees","tag-voyages"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3OO","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14682","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=14682"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14682\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14687,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14682\/revisions\/14687"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14682"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14682"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14682"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}