{"id":15357,"date":"2012-11-05T05:30:52","date_gmt":"2012-11-05T04:30:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15357"},"modified":"2012-11-05T08:47:37","modified_gmt":"2012-11-05T07:47:37","slug":"les-fees-sucrees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15357","title":{"rendered":"Les f\u00e9es sucr\u00e9es"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je n’aime pas avoir \u00e0 me m\u00e9fier,
\nJ’aimerais tant croire aux lutins et aux f\u00e9es.<\/p>\n

Ne pas \u00eatre oblig\u00e9e de chercher,
\nDerri\u00e8re le sucre ce qu’il y a de cach\u00e9,
\nD\u00e9masquer les faux sourires, les vilains secrets.<\/p>\n

Mon lucide regard je choisis de le d\u00e9tourner,
\nPlut\u00f4t que de confronter la laideur,
\nAdmirer toutes les jolies choses qui me font tant r\u00eaver.<\/p>\n

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\n\"\"<\/p>\n

Collection Little Fabric by Bougies La Fran\u00e7aise<\/a><\/p>\n

Je vais donc continuer \u00e0 croire \u00e0 mon monde de f\u00e9es,
\nM\u00eame si certaines ne sont pas aussi jolies que je ne pouvais le penser.<\/p>\n

All we need is love.
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

Et vous, la laideur vous la confrontez ou vous l’oubliez ?
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je n’aime pas avoir \u00e0 me m\u00e9fier, J’aimerais tant croire aux lutins et aux f\u00e9es. Ne pas \u00eatre oblig\u00e9e de chercher, Derri\u00e8re le sucre ce qu’il y a de cach\u00e9, D\u00e9masquer les faux sourires, les vilains secrets. Mon lucide regard je choisis de le d\u00e9tourner, Plut\u00f4t que de confronter la laideur, Admirer toutes les […]<\/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":[218],"tags":[175,394,60,396],"class_list":["post-15357","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-les-mamans","tag-bougies","tag-decoration","tag-girly-girl","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3ZH","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15357","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=15357"}],"version-history":[{"count":17,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15357\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15378,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15357\/revisions\/15378"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15357"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15357"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15357"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}