{"id":5780,"date":"2010-10-04T05:30:46","date_gmt":"2010-10-04T03:30:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5780"},"modified":"2010-12-29T15:02:16","modified_gmt":"2010-12-29T14:02:16","slug":"nos-annees-2010","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5780","title":{"rendered":"Nos ann\u00e9es 2010 … (R\u00e9sultats #15)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi, en 2020, je serais une Maman d’ado.
\nJames aura 12 ans, ira \u00e0 l’\u00e9cole …<\/p>\n

Pendant ses 10 ann\u00e9es,
\nJ’esp\u00e8re que j’aurais su lui donner,
\nDe l’amour, de la s\u00e9curit\u00e9, de la curiosit\u00e9, du savoir,
\nMais surtout suffisamment de libert\u00e9 pour qu’il soit lui.<\/p>\n

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Vous remercier de m’aider \u00e0 devenir moi,
\nEn lisant mes b\u00eatises, et participer \u00e0 mes sottises,
\nComme le concours \u201cEt toi, tes ann\u00e9es 2010 tu veux en faire quoi ?<\/a>\u201d \u2026<\/p>\n

Je laisse le soin \u00e0 la boule de cristal de Mister Randomizer<\/em>
\nvous annoncer les 4 gagnantes des carnets Memoriae !<\/p>\n

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\nAllez les filles, j’attends vite vos adresses !<\/em><\/p>\n

Et je croise les doigts, touche du bois, et nous souhaite,
\nQue le sort nous r\u00e9serve des biscuits d’avenir,
\nSimplement bons et sucr\u00e9s.<\/p>\n

Et vous, avez-vous des petites astuces pour conjurer le mauvais sort ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Moi, en 2020, je serais une Maman d’ado. James aura 12 ans, ira \u00e0 l’\u00e9cole … Pendant ses 10 ann\u00e9es, J’esp\u00e8re que j’aurais su lui donner, De l’amour, de la s\u00e9curit\u00e9, de la curiosit\u00e9, du savoir, Mais surtout suffisamment de libert\u00e9 pour qu’il soit lui. Vous remercier de m’aider \u00e0 devenir moi, En lisant mes […]<\/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":[38],"tags":[396,229,206],"class_list":["post-5780","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees","tag-resultats","tag-vous-avez-aime"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-1ve","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5780","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=5780"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5780\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5780"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5780"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5780"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}