{"id":4656,"date":"2010-03-29T05:30:05","date_gmt":"2010-03-29T04:30:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=4656"},"modified":"2010-03-29T12:44:22","modified_gmt":"2010-03-29T10:44:22","slug":"un-voyage-vers-linconnu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=4656","title":{"rendered":"Voyage au bout de la nuit …"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je voudrais pouvoir prendre ma valise et tout quitter.
\nNe garder que l’essentiel.<\/p>\n

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Le probl\u00e8me c’est que je ne suis pas cette fille,
\nqui peut marcher en pleine nuit, la d\u00e9marche assur\u00e9e,
\nvalise \u00e0 la main, expos\u00e9e, si d\u00e9termin\u00e9e et pourtant si vuln\u00e9rable.<\/p>\n

La valise que je m’oblige \u00e0 porter, est devenue un fardeau.
\nElle contient tous les \u00ab\u00a0au cas o\u00f9\u00a0\u00bb que je m’impose.<\/p>\n

Parce que j’ai peur de manquer, de rater, d’avoir froid, d’avoir peur …
\nParce que j’aimerais tout pr\u00e9voir, tout en ayant des surprises …
\nParce que je veux tout contr\u00f4ler.
\nEt c’est pr\u00e9cis\u00e9ment \u00e7\u00e0 qui me manque .<\/p>\n

\u00catre cette fille en contr\u00f4le.
\nQui d\u00e9cide en pleine nuit, de partir.
\nSans taxi, sans manteau, sans armure.<\/p>\n

Ceci est ma participation au Jeu d’\u00e9criture(s) du Blog a Mille Mains<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je voudrais pouvoir prendre ma valise et tout quitter. Ne garder que l’essentiel. Le probl\u00e8me c’est que je ne suis pas cette fille, qui peut marcher en pleine nuit, la d\u00e9marche assur\u00e9e, valise \u00e0 la main, expos\u00e9e, si d\u00e9termin\u00e9e et pourtant si vuln\u00e9rable. La valise que je m’oblige \u00e0 porter, est devenue un fardeau. […]<\/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":[44],"tags":[344,396],"class_list":["post-4656","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-i-love-this-blog","tag-blogs","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-1d6","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4656","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=4656"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4656\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4656"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4656"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4656"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}