{"id":14940,"date":"2012-10-05T05:30:24","date_gmt":"2012-10-05T03:30:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14940"},"modified":"2012-10-05T15:10:51","modified_gmt":"2012-10-05T13:10:51","slug":"atteindre-les-etoiles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14940","title":{"rendered":"Atteindre les \u00e9toiles"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je n’arrive pas \u00e0 simplement viser la lune.
\nCe serait si simple pourtant.
\nChercher \u00e0 atteindre l’astre argent\u00e9,
\nEt au pire me retrouver en compagnie des \u00e9toiles.<\/p>\n

Non !<\/em> mon esprit aime tout compliquer,
\nNon content de choisir l’\u00e9toile la plus \u00e9loign\u00e9e,
\nJe pousse le vice \u00e0 vouloir choisir le chemin pour la toucher.<\/p>\n

Tout est perfectible, jamais mon esprit ne se repose,
\nParce que rien de ce que je fais n’est assez bien.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Felt Moon and Stars by The Lady Bird Tree<\/a><\/p>\n

Et je me demande si cette permanente insatisfaction,
\nMon moteur essentiel,
\nN’est pas mon meilleur ennemi, mais aussi ma fid\u00e8le alli\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

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

Moi je n’arrive pas \u00e0 simplement viser la lune. Ce serait si simple pourtant. Chercher \u00e0 atteindre l’astre argent\u00e9, Et au pire me retrouver en compagnie des \u00e9toiles. Non ! mon esprit aime tout compliquer, Non content de choisir l’\u00e9toile la plus \u00e9loign\u00e9e, Je pousse le vice \u00e0 vouloir choisir le chemin pour la toucher. […]<\/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":[724,396],"class_list":["post-14940","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-mobiles","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3SY","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14940","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=14940"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14940\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14946,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14940\/revisions\/14946"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14940"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14940"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14940"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}