{"id":15521,"date":"2012-11-23T05:30:19","date_gmt":"2012-11-23T04:30:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15521"},"modified":"2012-11-23T01:00:37","modified_gmt":"2012-11-23T00:00:37","slug":"les-raisons-de-la-passion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15521","title":{"rendered":"Les raisons de la passion"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je suis passionn\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

Quand j’aime je m’abandonne totalement.
\nJe peux m’acharner jusqu’\u00e0 \u00e9puisement,
\n\u00c0 en oublier le temps, la faim, le sommeil.<\/p>\n

Lorsque une id\u00e9e me pla\u00eet,
\nAlors plus rien d’autre ne compte,
\nTout le reste est mis de c\u00f4t\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Comme un besoin de totale exclusivit\u00e9,
\nPour pouvoir m’y consacrer pleinement.<\/p>\n

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Home inspiration by Daniella Witte<\/a><\/p>\n

Et je sais que parfois mes instants d’obsession cr\u00e9ative d\u00e9rangent,
\nCe besoin de solitude pour cr\u00e9er, penser, changer,
\nSouvent perturbe ceux que j’aime.<\/p>\n

Mais j’ai foi en leur bienveillance,
\nQu’ils comprennent que la passion qui m’anime est immense,
\nEt que ces moments de vide me sont essentiels.<\/p>\n

\u2665 Tr\u00e8s bon week-end\u00a0\u2665<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je suis passionn\u00e9e. Quand j’aime je m’abandonne totalement. Je peux m’acharner jusqu’\u00e0 \u00e9puisement, \u00c0 en oublier le temps, la faim, le sommeil. Lorsque une id\u00e9e me pla\u00eet, Alors plus rien d’autre ne compte, Tout le reste est mis de c\u00f4t\u00e9. Comme un besoin de totale exclusivit\u00e9, Pour pouvoir m’y consacrer pleinement. Home inspiration by […]<\/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":[394,396],"class_list":["post-15521","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-decoration","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-42l","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15521","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=15521"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15521\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15527,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15521\/revisions\/15527"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15521"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15521"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15521"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}