{"id":15398,"date":"2012-11-08T05:30:03","date_gmt":"2012-11-08T04:30:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15398"},"modified":"2012-11-08T05:59:38","modified_gmt":"2012-11-08T04:59:38","slug":"un-moment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15398","title":{"rendered":"Un moment."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Moi hier j&rsquo;ai eu un moment.<\/p>\n<p>Une seconde o\u00f9 j&rsquo;ai suffisamment l\u00e2ch\u00e9 prise,<br \/>\nPour d\u00e9couvrir quelque chose d&rsquo;important.<\/p>\n<p>Me visualiser sur un joli man\u00e8ge,<br \/>\nRegretter comme depuis toujours,<br \/>\nQue je n&rsquo;ai qu&rsquo;un seul tour.<\/p>\n<p>Mais si il y en avait eu d&rsquo;autres ?<br \/>\nDont je n&rsquo;ai plus conscience,<br \/>\nEst-ce que les avoir oubli\u00e9 enl\u00e8ve le plaisir que\u00a0 j&rsquo;ai v\u00e9cu ?<\/p>\n<p>Et si la vie n&rsquo;\u00e9tait qu&rsquo;un \u00e9norme <em>Carpediem<\/em> ?<br \/>\nDes moments align\u00e9s, une collection d\u2019instantan\u00e9es,<br \/>\nSans avant, ni apr\u00e8s ?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"15402\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?attachment_id=15402\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/mange2-by-libelul.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"540,385\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"mange2-by-libelul\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/mange2-by-libelul.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-15402\" title=\"mange2-by-libelul\" src=\"http:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/mange2-by-libelul.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"540\" height=\"385\" srcset=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/mange2-by-libelul.jpg 540w, https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/mange2-by-libelul-450x320.jpg 450w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 540px) 100vw, 540px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Soudain acqu\u00e9rir la certitude qu&rsquo;il y en aura d&rsquo;autres,<br \/>\nDes tours de man\u00e8ges diff\u00e9rents, et que finalement,<br \/>\nNe pas s&rsquo;en souvenir ce n&rsquo;est pas si important.<\/p>\n<p><em>Je ne sais pas si c&rsquo;est la fin du monde qui arrive bient\u00f4t,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ou l&rsquo;envie de refermer une porte ouverte il y a 20 ans,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Mais ce moment \u00e9tait un soulagement.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>Et vous, des moments mystiques vous en avez d\u00e9j\u00e0 eu ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<a href=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15398\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"270\" src=\"\" class=\"alignleft wp-post-image tfe\" alt=\"\" title=\"\" \/><\/a><p>Moi hier j&rsquo;ai eu un moment. Une seconde o\u00f9 j&rsquo;ai suffisamment l\u00e2ch\u00e9 prise, Pour d\u00e9couvrir quelque chose d&rsquo;important. Me visualiser sur un joli man\u00e8ge, Regretter comme depuis toujours, Que je n&rsquo;ai qu&rsquo;un seul tour. Mais si il y en avait eu d&rsquo;autres ? Dont je n&rsquo;ai plus conscience, Est-ce que les avoir oubli\u00e9 enl\u00e8ve le [&hellip;]<\/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":[396,212],"class_list":["post-15398","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees","tag-rainbow"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-40m","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15398","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=15398"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15398\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15410,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15398\/revisions\/15410"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15398"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15398"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15398"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}