{"id":5843,"date":"2010-10-22T05:30:38","date_gmt":"2010-10-22T03:30:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5843"},"modified":"2010-10-22T11:24:15","modified_gmt":"2010-10-22T09:24:15","slug":"le-demon-de-midi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5843","title":{"rendered":"Le d\u00e9mon de midi …"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je ne sais pas quand cela s’est produit.
\nL’instant exact o\u00f9 la passion a laiss\u00e9 place \u00e0 la raison.
\nO\u00f9 tout s’est organis\u00e9, excluant l’improvisation.<\/p>\n

Je me souviens des moments magiques,
\nQui se jouaient sans partition,
\nGuid\u00e9s dans la nuit par d’aveugles papillons.<\/p>\n

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\nOrigami Numbers by Bookhou Craft<\/a><\/p>\n

Des souvenirs d’amants terribles qui ont mu\u00e9s en sages parents,
\nOubliant de se surprendre, de faire les fous, comme avant.<\/p>\n

Et vous, arrivez-vous \u00e0 concilier la passion et le quotidien ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ceci est ma participation au souvenir amoureux de La Pintade Aixoise<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Moi je ne sais pas quand cela s’est produit. L’instant exact o\u00f9 la passion a laiss\u00e9 place \u00e0 la raison. O\u00f9 tout s’est organis\u00e9, excluant l’improvisation. Je me souviens des moments magiques, Qui se jouaient sans partition, Guid\u00e9s dans la nuit par d’aveugles papillons. Origami Numbers by Bookhou Craft Des souvenirs d’amants terribles qui ont […]<\/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":[396,206],"class_list":["post-5843","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees","tag-vous-avez-aime"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-1wf","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5843","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=5843"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5843\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5843"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5843"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5843"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}