{"id":16139,"date":"2013-02-11T05:30:37","date_gmt":"2013-02-11T04:30:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=16139"},"modified":"2013-02-10T23:46:05","modified_gmt":"2013-02-10T22:46:05","slug":"plan-anti-froid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=16139","title":{"rendered":"Plan anti-froid."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je veux une semaine de pur LOVE.<\/p>\n

Je sais que la St Valentin est juste du marketing,
\nMais voil\u00e0 il fait gris, l’hiver s’\u00e9ternise,
\nEt j’ai le besoin de quelques jours un peu sucr\u00e9s,
\nAux sentiments rouge passion et fuchsia.<\/p>\n

Oublier le quotidien tout sauf romantique<\/em>,
\n\u00catre surprises par de douces pens\u00e9es,
\nQuelques surprises rien que pour moi,
\nDes fleurs, ou bien des chocolats.<\/p>\n

\"love-by-libelul\"<\/p>\n

Et je demande pardon par avance \u00e0 toutes celles et ceux,
\nQui sont insupport\u00e9s par cette mielleuse f\u00eate commerciale,
\nMais seuls les chauds sentiments me ferront oublier ce froid.<\/p>\n

Et vous, semaine St Valentin ou pas ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je veux une semaine de pur LOVE. Je sais que la St Valentin est juste du marketing, Mais voil\u00e0 il fait gris, l’hiver s’\u00e9ternise, Et j’ai le besoin de quelques jours un peu sucr\u00e9s, Aux sentiments rouge passion et fuchsia. Oublier le quotidien tout sauf romantique, \u00catre surprises par de douces pens\u00e9es, Quelques surprises […]<\/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":[396],"class_list":["post-16139","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-4cj","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16139","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=16139"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16139\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16141,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16139\/revisions\/16141"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16139"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16139"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16139"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}