{"id":6831,"date":"2011-04-03T05:30:01","date_gmt":"2011-04-03T04:30:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=6831"},"modified":"2011-03-30T20:53:21","modified_gmt":"2011-03-30T19:53:21","slug":"happy-birthday-my-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=6831","title":{"rendered":"Happy Birthday My Love."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je l’aime mon vintage man<\/em>.
\nCette d\u00e9cade d’avance que tu as sur moi,
\nCette \u00e9l\u00e9gance de me pr\u00e9c\u00e9der, et me montrer la voie.<\/p>\n

Il y a 10 ans je me sentais tellement jeune face \u00e0 toi,
\nPour t’exasp\u00e9rer je te parlais de la quarantaine presque l\u00e0.<\/p>\n

Aujourd’hui j’ai simplement envie d’oublier cette diff\u00e9rence,
\nParce que rien que l’id\u00e9e de ton absence,
\nProvoque une douleur sourde et profonde en moi.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Recycled Romance Confetti by Bookity<\/a><\/p>\n

Je t’aime autant qu’hier, et bien moins que demain,
\nEt je nous souhaite des milliers de 3 Avril ensemble.<\/p>\n

Happy Birthday Laurent.
\nI love you.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je l’aime mon vintage man. Cette d\u00e9cade d’avance que tu as sur moi, Cette \u00e9l\u00e9gance de me pr\u00e9c\u00e9der, et me montrer la voie. Il y a 10 ans je me sentais tellement jeune face \u00e0 toi, Pour t’exasp\u00e9rer je te parlais de la quarantaine presque l\u00e0. Aujourd’hui j’ai simplement envie d’oublier cette diff\u00e9rence, Parce […]<\/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":[38,24],"tags":[521,520,397,396],"class_list":["post-6831","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","category-la-fete","tag-amour","tag-confetti","tag-papeterie","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-1Mb","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6831","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=6831"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6831\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6831"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6831"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6831"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}