{"id":5376,"date":"2010-07-14T05:30:45","date_gmt":"2010-07-14T03:30:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5376"},"modified":"2010-07-19T14:44:59","modified_gmt":"2010-07-19T12:44:59","slug":"girl-and-the-city","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5376","title":{"rendered":"Girl and the city &#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Moi je suis une fille compliqu\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p>Je r\u00eave souvent de la nature, des fleurs &#8230;<br \/>\nDe promenades champ\u00eatres, et de cabanes en for\u00eats.<\/p>\n<p>Je me vois ailleurs,<br \/>\nLoin de cette bruyante ville, de cette poussi\u00e8re.<br \/>\nProposer une autre vie au petit James.<\/p>\n<p>Pourtant faut bien se rendre \u00e0 l&rsquo;\u00e9vidence,<br \/>\nLa <em>Libelul <\/em>aime les n\u00e9ons de Bastille,<br \/>\net l&rsquo;Amour est dans le Pr\u00e9 &#8230;. \u00e0 la t\u00e9l\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/lisa-mahar.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"5377\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?attachment_id=5377\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/lisa-mahar.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"650,488\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"lisa-mahar\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/lisa-mahar-450x337.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-5377\" title=\"lisa-mahar\" src=\"http:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/lisa-mahar-450x337.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"450\" height=\"337\" srcset=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/lisa-mahar-450x337.jpg 450w, https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/lisa-mahar-380x285.jpg 380w, https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/lisa-mahar.jpg 650w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 450px) 100vw, 450px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nNew York Backyard Garden by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorksocialdiary.com\/node\/32280\" target=\"_blank\">Lisa Mahar<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Et j&rsquo;ai bien peur de ne savoir vivre qu&rsquo;en ville,<br \/>\nCondamn\u00e9e \u00e0 fantasmer \u00e0 la nature en milieu urbain.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>Et vous, Fille de la ville ? Fille de la campagne ? <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Et sinon j\u2019attends vos participations pour le concours<br \/>\n<\/strong><a href=\"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5311\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>\u201cMontre moi ta  d\u00e9co\u00a0\u00bb<\/strong><\/a><\/em><em><br \/>\nVous \u00eates <strong>35<\/strong> \u00e0 nous avoir donn\u00e9 des<strong> id\u00e9es d\u00e9co <\/strong>! <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<a href=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5376\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"270\" src=\"\" class=\"alignleft wp-post-image tfe\" alt=\"\" title=\"\" \/><\/a><p>Moi je suis une fille compliqu\u00e9e. Je r\u00eave souvent de la nature, des fleurs &#8230; De promenades champ\u00eatres, et de cabanes en for\u00eats. Je me vois ailleurs, Loin de cette bruyante ville, de cette poussi\u00e8re. Proposer une autre vie au petit James. Pourtant faut bien se rendre \u00e0 l&rsquo;\u00e9vidence, La Libelul aime les n\u00e9ons de [&hellip;]<\/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":[225],"tags":[173,276,396],"class_list":["post-5376","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-le-jardin-et-les-fleurs","tag-jardin","tag-maison","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-1oI","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5376","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=5376"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5376\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5376"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5376"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5376"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}