{"id":5367,"date":"2010-07-12T05:30:21","date_gmt":"2010-07-12T03:30:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5367"},"modified":"2010-07-19T14:45:24","modified_gmt":"2010-07-19T12:45:24","slug":"dans-ma-bulle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5367","title":{"rendered":"Dans ma bulle …"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi si j’\u00e9tais dans une bulle …
\nJe voudrais qu’elle ressemble \u00e0 celle du Prisonnier<\/em>.
\nVoir le monde, tout en me sentant hors de lui.<\/p>\n

Pouvoir voyager dans le temps,
\nFaire une petite incursion dans les 60’s,
\nPour pouvoir encore r\u00eaver du Mill\u00e9nium …<\/p>\n

\"\"
\n<\/a>Paris 1963 by <\/a>Melvin Sokolsky<\/a><\/p>\n

Et oublier quelques instants cette chaleur,
\nAbrit\u00e9e, dans cette capsule de fra\u00eecheur \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

Et vous, o\u00f9 irez-vous avec votre bulle ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Et sinon j\u2019attends vos participations pour le concours
\n<\/strong>\u201cMontre moi ta d\u00e9co\u00a0\u00bb<\/strong><\/a><\/em>
\nVous \u00eates 35<\/strong> \u00e0 nous avoir donn\u00e9 des id\u00e9es d\u00e9co <\/strong>! <\/em><\/p>\n

\"Elu<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi si j’\u00e9tais dans une bulle … Je voudrais qu’elle ressemble \u00e0 celle du Prisonnier. Voir le monde, tout en me sentant hors de lui. Pouvoir voyager dans le temps, Faire une petite incursion dans les 60’s, Pour pouvoir encore r\u00eaver du Mill\u00e9nium … Paris 1963 by Melvin Sokolsky Et oublier quelques instants cette chaleur, […]<\/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":[44],"tags":[102,396,202],"class_list":["post-5367","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-i-love-this-blog","tag-art","tag-pensees","tag-photo"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-1oz","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5367","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=5367"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5367\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5367"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5367"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5367"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}