{"id":15559,"date":"2012-11-29T05:30:18","date_gmt":"2012-11-29T04:30:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15559"},"modified":"2012-11-29T07:28:17","modified_gmt":"2012-11-29T06:28:17","slug":"mes-amis-mes-amours","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15559","title":{"rendered":"Mes amis, mes amours"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je n’ai que des rapport passionn\u00e9s avec le monde.
\nMes rencontres se produisent souvent \u00e0 des moments charni\u00e8res.<\/p>\n

Je suis assez nulle en quotidien,
\nIl m’y ennuie,\u00a0 n’ayant aucune r\u00e9elle valeur ajout\u00e9e,
\nJe n’existe que dans les moments paroxysmiques,
\nL\u00e0 o\u00f9 la vie est en train de se modifier.<\/p>\n

Comme si mes amiti\u00e9s, mes amours \u00e9taient souvent n\u00e9es,
\nDans ces instants cl\u00e9s, \u00e0 la crois\u00e9e des chemins qui transforme nos destin\u00e9es.<\/p>\n

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Love plate by MayLuk<\/a><\/p>\n

Et je me demande si je suis faite pour g\u00e9rer le quotidien,
\nFait de Bonjour<\/em> et de petits riens.<\/p>\n

Et vous, votre vie fleuve tranquille ou rivi\u00e8re passionn\u00e9e ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je n’ai que des rapport passionn\u00e9s avec le monde. Mes rencontres se produisent souvent \u00e0 des moments charni\u00e8res. Je suis assez nulle en quotidien, Il m’y ennuie,\u00a0 n’ayant aucune r\u00e9elle valeur ajout\u00e9e, Je n’existe que dans les moments paroxysmiques, L\u00e0 o\u00f9 la vie est en train de se modifier. Comme si mes amiti\u00e9s, mes […]<\/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":[],"class_list":["post-15559","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-42X","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15559","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=15559"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15559\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15566,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15559\/revisions\/15566"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15559"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15559"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15559"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}