{"id":16136,"date":"2013-02-08T05:30:41","date_gmt":"2013-02-08T04:30:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=16136"},"modified":"2013-02-07T23:24:03","modified_gmt":"2013-02-07T22:24:03","slug":"qui-suis-je","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=16136","title":{"rendered":"Qui suis-je ?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je me cherche.
\nDepuis quelques mois je ne suis plus s\u00fbre de rien.<\/p>\n

Le peu de certitudes que j’avais durement acquises,
\nCe sont envol\u00e9es, il n’en reste rien.<\/p>\n

Je sais que celle que j’\u00e9tais ne me convenait plus,
\nCelle que je suis est encore en devenir,
\nEt la route devant moi m’est incertaine,
\nAveugle je suis du bon chemin.<\/p>\n

\"bureau\"<\/p>\n

Notebook by KhristianaHowell<\/a><\/p>\n

Ma voix qui d’habitude devrait me souffler de la peur,
\nJ’ai r\u00e9ussi \u00e0 la taire je ne sais trop comment,
\nEt c’est ce vide, cette absence de peur qui m’effraie le plus,
\nBien plus que le fait d’ignorer le destin qui m’attend.<\/p>\n

Voil\u00e0 le travail que j’aurai \u00e0 entreprendre pendant cette ann\u00e9e Serpent,
\nMe trouver je l’esp\u00e8re,
\nPrendre du plaisir s\u00fbrement.<\/p>\n

En attendant, je vous souhaite un excellent week-end,
\nEt avec un peu d’avance une merveilleuse ann\u00e9e Serpent !
\n\u65b0\u5e74\u5feb\u4e50\u559c !
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je me cherche. Depuis quelques mois je ne suis plus s\u00fbre de rien. Le peu de certitudes que j’avais durement acquises, Ce sont envol\u00e9es, il n’en reste rien. Je sais que celle que j’\u00e9tais ne me convenait plus, Celle que je suis est encore en devenir, Et la route devant moi m’est incertaine, Aveugle […]<\/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":[38,222],"tags":[396],"class_list":["post-16136","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","category-le-bureau-et-les-petits-papiers","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-4cg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16136","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=16136"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16136\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16138,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16136\/revisions\/16138"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16136"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16136"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16136"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}