{"id":15059,"date":"2012-10-17T05:30:23","date_gmt":"2012-10-17T03:30:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15059"},"modified":"2012-10-17T17:50:04","modified_gmt":"2012-10-17T15:50:04","slug":"la-pluie-les-arc-en-ciel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15059","title":{"rendered":"La pluie & les arcs-en-ciel"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je suis un peu hyst\u00e9rique.<\/p>\n

Quand tout va bien, c’est la folie,
\nMais d\u00e8s qu’une contrari\u00e9t\u00e9 survient,
\nC’est l’apocalypse.<\/p>\n

Alors des moments de grande joie,
\nSucc\u00e8dent \u00e0 d’autres plus tristes.<\/p>\n

Avec l’\u00e2ge j’essaye d’\u00eatre philosophe,
\nEcouter la parole des sages, croire au retour du soleil,
\nEn me disant que la pluie est n\u00e9cessaire pour que naisse un arc-en-ciel.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Rain rain go away by Fifi Lapin<\/a><\/p>\n

Et c’est cela que je vais tenter de retenir,
\nChaque chose arrive pour une raison,
\nEt si sur mon chemin je dois rencontrer une fine averse,
\nNe jamais oublier d’ouvrir les yeux \u00e0 la recherche du rainbow<\/em> cach\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Et vous, les contrari\u00e9t\u00e9s vous arrivez \u00e0 les oublier ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je suis un peu hyst\u00e9rique. Quand tout va bien, c’est la folie, Mais d\u00e8s qu’une contrari\u00e9t\u00e9 survient, C’est l’apocalypse. Alors des moments de grande joie, Succ\u00e8dent \u00e0 d’autres plus tristes. Avec l’\u00e2ge j’essaye d’\u00eatre philosophe, Ecouter la parole des sages, croire au retour du soleil, En me disant que la pluie est n\u00e9cessaire pour […]<\/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-15059","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-3UT","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15059","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=15059"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15059\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15068,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15059\/revisions\/15068"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15059"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15059"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15059"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}