{"id":15674,"date":"2012-12-06T05:30:26","date_gmt":"2012-12-06T04:30:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15674"},"modified":"2012-12-06T00:30:00","modified_gmt":"2012-12-05T23:30:00","slug":"la-peur-de-la-fin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15674","title":{"rendered":"La peur de la fin"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi j’ai du mal \u00e0 \u00e9crire en ce moment.
\nComme si ce que j’essaye de cr\u00e9er ici n’\u00e9tait plus suffisant.<\/p>\n

Le froid, le gris cristallise mes inspirations,
\nUne envie soudaine de me mettre en hibernation.<\/p>\n

J’imagine que c’est passager, comme une somatisation,
\nDe cette peur si ancr\u00e9e en moi, de cette future fin du monde.<\/p>\n

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Typewritter poster by Angela Ferrara<\/a><\/p>\n

Une humeur qui oscille entre spleen et intense excitation,
\nComme si mon corps lui savait,
\nQue quelque chose va changer, radicalement.<\/p>\n

Et vous, ressentez-vous cette peur inconsciente ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi j’ai du mal \u00e0 \u00e9crire en ce moment. Comme si ce que j’essaye de cr\u00e9er ici n’\u00e9tait plus suffisant. Le froid, le gris cristallise mes inspirations, Une envie soudaine de me mettre en hibernation. J’imagine que c’est passager, comme une somatisation, De cette peur si ancr\u00e9e en moi, de cette future fin du monde. […]<\/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-15674","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-44O","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15674","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=15674"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15674\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15678,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15674\/revisions\/15678"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15674"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15674"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15674"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}