{"id":15937,"date":"2013-01-08T05:30:51","date_gmt":"2013-01-08T04:30:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15937"},"modified":"2013-01-08T05:31:21","modified_gmt":"2013-01-08T04:31:21","slug":"quelque-part-apres-larc-en-ciel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15937","title":{"rendered":"Quelque part apr\u00e8s l’arc-en-ciel."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je ne sais pas.<\/p>\n

Pour la premi\u00e8re fois de ma vie,
\nJe ne vois pas l’\u00e9tape d’apr\u00e8s.
\nEt j’ai fait expr\u00e8s.<\/p>\n

L’envie de vivre dans le temps pr\u00e9sent,
\nNe pas constamment \u00eatre dans l’expectative,
\nComme en transit attendant la prochaine escale.<\/p>\n

Je mentirai si je disais que je n’y pense pas,
\nParfois j’essaye d’imaginer l’arriv\u00e9e …<\/p>\n

Ferra-t-il froid ou chaud ?
\nAi-je ce qu’il faut dans la petite valise que j’ai pr\u00e9par\u00e9 ?<\/p>\n

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Rainbow Garland by The Fickle Felt Tree<\/a><\/p>\n

Et je me souviens de cette enfance,
\nDe l’a\u00e9roport de Rio entre Paris et Buenos Aires,
\nO\u00f9 je ne ressentais aucune impatience,
\nCette simple envie d\u2019atterrir … ailleurs.<\/p>\n

Et vous, vous savez pr\u00e9cis\u00e9ment ce que vous voulez faire de votre ann\u00e9e ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je ne sais pas. Pour la premi\u00e8re fois de ma vie, Je ne vois pas l’\u00e9tape d’apr\u00e8s. Et j’ai fait expr\u00e8s. L’envie de vivre dans le temps pr\u00e9sent, Ne pas constamment \u00eatre dans l’expectative, Comme en transit attendant la prochaine escale. Je mentirai si je disais que je n’y pense pas, Parfois j’essaye d’imaginer […]<\/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":[394,276,396,212],"class_list":["post-15937","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-decoration","tag-maison","tag-pensees","tag-rainbow"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-493","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15937","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=15937"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15937\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15943,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15937\/revisions\/15943"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15937"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15937"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15937"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}