{"id":9511,"date":"2011-09-11T05:25:29","date_gmt":"2011-09-11T03:25:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=9511"},"modified":"2011-09-10T23:31:51","modified_gmt":"2011-09-10T21:31:51","slug":"an-apple-a-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=9511","title":{"rendered":"An apple, a day …"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je ne connais pas beaucoup de morts.
\nUn seul, vraiment, qui est toujours \u00e0 mes cot\u00e9s.<\/p>\n

Une pens\u00e9e volante qui me traverse r\u00e9guli\u00e8rement,
\nUn rep\u00e8re auquel je me r\u00e9f\u00e8re.<\/p>\n

\u00c0 chaque moment important, \u00e0 chaque milestone<\/em>,
\nVisualiser le chemin parcouru,
\nToutes les choses que j’ai eu la chance de faire,
\nToutes ces chances que lui n’a pas eu.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Qui d\u00e9cide de nos injustes destins,
\nQuid de l’alea jacta est<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Et la seule le\u00e7on que j’ai retenu,
\nFaire du pr\u00e9sent, Carpe diem.<\/em><\/p>\n

Une pens\u00e9e pour tous ces morts que je ne connais pas,<\/strong>
\nMais qui avait une vie, et qui ne l’ont plus.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je ne connais pas beaucoup de morts. Un seul, vraiment, qui est toujours \u00e0 mes cot\u00e9s. Une pens\u00e9e volante qui me traverse r\u00e9guli\u00e8rement, Un rep\u00e8re auquel je me r\u00e9f\u00e8re. \u00c0 chaque moment important, \u00e0 chaque milestone, Visualiser le chemin parcouru, Toutes les choses que j’ai eu la chance de faire, Toutes ces chances que […]<\/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":[396],"class_list":["post-9511","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-2tp","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9511","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=9511"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9511\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9511"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9511"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9511"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}