{"id":16428,"date":"2013-04-08T05:30:42","date_gmt":"2013-04-08T04:30:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=16428"},"modified":"2013-04-07T22:53:07","modified_gmt":"2013-04-07T21:53:07","slug":"forget-paris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=16428","title":{"rendered":"Forget Paris"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi parfois je voudrais \u00eatre en inception.<\/p>\n

Vivre dans un monde invent\u00e9,
\nRetrouver mes chats qui me manquent tant,
\nOublier la politique et le mauvais temps,<\/p>\n

En inception il serait toujours le plein \u00e9t\u00e9,
\nJe vivrais au bord de la mer,
\nJ’irais plonger tous les jours,
\nJe n’aurais rien d’autre \u00e0 faire.<\/p>\n

Sans aucun bagage, ni maison,
\nJuste le beau temps en Caperdiem<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Et vous, envie d’une longue inception en plein \u00e9t\u00e9 ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"lavita\"<\/p>\n

Lemon Yellow Photography by Bomobob<\/a><\/p>\n

I would like to be in inception.<\/p>\n

Living in an invented world,
\nMeet again with my cats that I miss so much,
\nForget politics and the bad weather.<\/p>\n

In inception it would always be summer,
\nMy life would be next to the beach,
\nSomewhere where I can dive every day,
\nAnd with no other obligations.<\/p>\n

No baggage, no house,
\nJust beautiful and peaceful caperdiem<\/em>.<\/p>\n

And you, would you want to share a long summertime inception?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi parfois je voudrais \u00eatre en inception. Vivre dans un monde invent\u00e9, Retrouver mes chats qui me manquent tant, Oublier la politique et le mauvais temps, En inception il serait toujours le plein \u00e9t\u00e9, Je vivrais au bord de la mer, J’irais plonger tous les jours, Je n’aurais rien d’autre \u00e0 faire. Sans aucun bagage, […]<\/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-16428","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-4gY","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16428","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=16428"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16428\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16428"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16428"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16428"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}