{"id":15069,"date":"2012-10-18T05:30:05","date_gmt":"2012-10-18T03:30:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15069"},"modified":"2012-10-17T23:04:50","modified_gmt":"2012-10-17T21:04:50","slug":"les-liens-de-lamitie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15069","title":{"rendered":"Les liens de l’amiti\u00e9"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je suis assez solitaire.
\nJe n’ai pas des centaines d’amis,
\nJuste quelques \u00e2mes \u00e0 qui j’accepte de me livrer.<\/p>\n

La peur de souffrir, de m’attacher,
\nDe laisser entrer l’autre, dans mon intimit\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Et puis parfois de jolies \u00e2mes savent me bousculer,
\nM’obligent avec leur regard \u00e0 accepter de me rel\u00e2cher,
\nDes instants pr\u00e9cieux et magiques,
\nQui tissent une belle amiti\u00e9.<\/p>\n

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Relax and Unwind by Dominique Falla<\/a><\/p>\n

Paradoxe d’un billet tellement personnel, et pourtant si d\u00e9tach\u00e9,
\nMa fa\u00e7on de d\u00e9rouler les mots, tout en continuant \u00e0 me prot\u00e9ger.<\/p>\n

Et vous, arrivez-vous facilement \u00e0 vous livrer\u00a0 ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je suis assez solitaire. Je n’ai pas des centaines d’amis, Juste quelques \u00e2mes \u00e0 qui j’accepte de me livrer. La peur de souffrir, de m’attacher, De laisser entrer l’autre, dans mon intimit\u00e9. Et puis parfois de jolies \u00e2mes savent me bousculer, M’obligent avec leur regard \u00e0 accepter de me rel\u00e2cher, Des instants pr\u00e9cieux et […]<\/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":[102,396],"class_list":["post-15069","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-art","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3V3","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15069","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=15069"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15069\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15077,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15069\/revisions\/15077"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15069"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15069"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15069"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}