{"id":5737,"date":"2010-09-20T05:30:03","date_gmt":"2010-09-20T03:30:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5737"},"modified":"2010-09-20T00:35:12","modified_gmt":"2010-09-19T22:35:12","slug":"2000s","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5737","title":{"rendered":"2000&rsquo;s"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Moi l&rsquo;an 2000 j&rsquo;en ai r\u00eav\u00e9.<br \/>\nDes d\u00e9cennies \u00e0 fantasmer, aux voyages dans l&rsquo;espace.<br \/>\nEt aux vacances sur la lune.<\/p>\n<p>Des ann\u00e9es \u00e0 patienter, le XXI\u00e8me si\u00e8cle,<br \/>\nEt la promesse, d&rsquo;\u00eatre mari\u00e9e au Prince Charmant.<\/p>\n<p><em>2001<\/em> Je l&rsquo;ai trouv\u00e9.<br \/>\n<em>2002 <\/em>Le tourbillon s&rsquo;acc\u00e9l\u00e8re on vit ensemble,<br \/>\nSans m&rsquo;en rendre compte je suis adulte.<\/p>\n<p><em>2003, 2004 <\/em>Mari\u00e9e, et de plus en plus connect\u00e9e.<br \/>\n<em>2005, 2006, 2007<\/em> R\u00e9solument No kids, \u00e0 deux \u00e0 tout jamais.<br \/>\nPuis &#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/2000-by-libelul.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"5738\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?attachment_id=5738\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/2000-by-libelul.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"450,627\" 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=\"2000-by-libelul\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/2000-by-libelul-380x529.jpg\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/2000-by-libelul.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-5738\" title=\"2000-by-libelul\" src=\"http:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/2000-by-libelul-380x529.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"380\" height=\"529\" srcset=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/2000-by-libelul-380x529.jpg 380w, https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/2000-by-libelul.jpg 450w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 380px) 100vw, 380px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>2008<\/em> Je suis Maman,<br \/>\nToutes mes certitudes que j&rsquo;ai eu tant de mal \u00e0 me forger,<br \/>\nTombent en un instant magique,<br \/>\nQuand sur James, mes yeux se sont pos\u00e9s.<\/p>\n<p>Les 2000&rsquo;s c&rsquo;est ma famille.<br \/>\nUne nouvelle \u00e8re, une autre v\u00e9rit\u00e9.<br \/>\nCelle de liens r\u00e9els et virtuels, que j&rsquo;ai tant esp\u00e9r\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Et vous, les ann\u00e9es 2000 vous ont-elles boulevers\u00e9 autant que moi ?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>Et le hasard fait bien les choses parfois,<br \/>\ncette photo a \u00e9t\u00e9 prise dans un coin de ma chambre. pour <a href=\"http:\/\/virginiebichet.org\" target=\"_blank\">Virginie B.<\/a><\/em><strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<a href=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5737\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"270\" src=\"\" class=\"alignleft wp-post-image tfe\" alt=\"\" title=\"\" \/><\/a><p>Moi l&rsquo;an 2000 j&rsquo;en ai r\u00eav\u00e9. Des d\u00e9cennies \u00e0 fantasmer, aux voyages dans l&rsquo;espace. Et aux vacances sur la lune. Des ann\u00e9es \u00e0 patienter, le XXI\u00e8me si\u00e8cle, Et la promesse, d&rsquo;\u00eatre mari\u00e9e au Prince Charmant. 2001 Je l&rsquo;ai trouv\u00e9. 2002 Le tourbillon s&rsquo;acc\u00e9l\u00e8re on vit ensemble, Sans m&rsquo;en rendre compte je suis adulte. 2003, 2004 [&hellip;]<\/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":[278,396],"class_list":["post-5737","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-maman","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sosPp-2000s","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5737","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=5737"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5737\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5737"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5737"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5737"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}