{"id":8386,"date":"2011-07-11T05:30:58","date_gmt":"2011-07-11T03:30:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=8386"},"modified":"2011-07-11T11:06:18","modified_gmt":"2011-07-11T09:06:18","slug":"couleurs-dete","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=8386","title":{"rendered":"Couleurs d’\u00e9t\u00e9 …"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi j’aime toutes les couleurs en \u00e9t\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Rose<\/em>, la lumi\u00e8re de la fin de journ\u00e9e,
\nOrange<\/em>, les p\u00eaches qui me manquent tant le reste de l’ann\u00e9e,
\nJaune<\/em>, les boutons d’or ma fleur des champs pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9e,<\/p>\n

Vert<\/em>, le parfum de l’herbe coup\u00e9e,
\nTurquoise<\/em>, l’eau des vacances o\u00f9 je peux plonger,
\nBleu<\/em>, le ciel \u00e9toil\u00e9 que j’aime tant observer …<\/p>\n

Si profond qu’il en devient presque Violet<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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DIY Flowers by Brittany Hopkins<\/a><\/p>\n

Mais celle que je d\u00e9teste c’est bien ce vilain Gris<\/em>,
\nLe m\u00eame qui s’est abattu depuis quelques jours \u00e0 Paris,
\nCelui \u00e0 qui j’ai juste envie de dire … \u00ab\u00a0Va t’en d’ici !<\/em>\u00ab\u00a0<\/p>\n

Et vous, avez-vous une couleur pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9e en \u00e9t\u00e9 ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi j’aime toutes les couleurs en \u00e9t\u00e9. Rose, la lumi\u00e8re de la fin de journ\u00e9e, Orange, les p\u00eaches qui me manquent tant le reste de l’ann\u00e9e, Jaune, les boutons d’or ma fleur des champs pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9e, Vert, le parfum de l’herbe coup\u00e9e, Turquoise, l’eau des vacances o\u00f9 je peux plonger, Bleu, le ciel \u00e9toil\u00e9 que j’aime […]<\/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":[566,336,396,212],"class_list":["post-8386","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-creations","tag-diy","tag-pensees","tag-rainbow"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-2bg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8386","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=8386"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8386\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8386"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8386"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8386"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}