{"id":15742,"date":"2012-12-13T05:30:32","date_gmt":"2012-12-13T04:30:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15742"},"modified":"2012-12-13T05:30:38","modified_gmt":"2012-12-13T04:30:38","slug":"ne-plus-pouvoir-imaginer-demain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15742","title":{"rendered":"Ne plus pouvoir imaginer demain"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi, cette ann\u00e9e je n’arrive pas \u00e0 me projeter.
\nM\u00eame No\u00ebl ne me semble pas r\u00e9el.<\/p>\n

Le sapin a \u00e9t\u00e9 d\u00e9cor\u00e9, les cadeaux presque tous faits,
\nMais le tralala habituel ne m’a pas envahi.<\/p>\n

La faute \u00e0 qui \u00e0 quoi ?
\nCette deadline qui me stresse, la fin du monde bient\u00f4t l\u00e0,
\nJe n’arrive pas vraiment \u00e0 dire, mais le c\u0153ur ni est pas.<\/p>\n

\n

\"embroided-rainbow\"
\nEmbroided Flower Garden by Sometimes is Wiri<\/a><\/p>\n

Je voudrais Manger, Prier et Aimer<\/a>,
\nRetrouver cette intensit\u00e9 qui fait que je suis cette fille l\u00e0,
\nCelle qui n’a pas peur de la proph\u00e9tie des Mayas.<\/p>\n

Pardon pour cette humeur grise, vivement la semaine prochaine,
\nQue je puisse \u00e0 nouveau imaginer ce que sera ma vie dans quelques mois.<\/p>\n

Et vous, paralys\u00e9e aussi par tout \u00e7a ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Moi, cette ann\u00e9e je n’arrive pas \u00e0 me projeter. M\u00eame No\u00ebl ne me semble pas r\u00e9el. Le sapin a \u00e9t\u00e9 d\u00e9cor\u00e9, les cadeaux presque tous faits, Mais le tralala habituel ne m’a pas envahi. La faute \u00e0 qui \u00e0 quoi ? Cette deadline qui me stresse, la fin du monde bient\u00f4t l\u00e0, Je n’arrive pas […]<\/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-15742","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-45U","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15742","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=15742"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15742\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15745,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15742\/revisions\/15745"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15742"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15742"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15742"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}