{"id":460,"date":"2006-04-11T14:49:54","date_gmt":"2006-04-11T13:49:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sainthuitre.free.fr\/wordpress\/?p=460"},"modified":"2024-03-30T15:20:28","modified_gmt":"2024-03-30T14:20:28","slug":"cetait-mardi-et-je-voulais-te-voir-11042006","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/2006\/04\/11\/cetait-mardi-et-je-voulais-te-voir-11042006\/","title":{"rendered":"C’\u00e9tait mardi (et je voulais te voir) 11042006"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Je n’ai pas mang\u00e9 aujourd’hui.<\/p>\n

L’ivresse m’accorde un soup\u00e7on de lucidit\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Qu’on me l’accorde, ma nourriture n’a rien de spirituelle.<\/p>\n

J’ai pens\u00e9 \u00e0 toi.<\/p>\n

Le coeur gros de ses charmes<\/p>\n

Un drame sans alternative, il me reste le songe.<\/p>\n

D’elle, j’ai fond\u00e9 un mythe inalt\u00e9rable.<\/p>\n

Toute proche, pourtant lointaine<\/p>\n

A mes yeux du moins, je ne sais la saisir<\/p>\n

la surprendre, l’envahir de mon regard<\/p>\n

il appara\u00eet clairement que je suis so\u00fbl mais sain<\/p>\n

d’esprit seulement, mon corps, lui m’abandonne<\/p>\n

\u00e0 trop lui en faire subir il succombe<\/p>\n

sous le joug de tes mots murmur\u00e9s au loin \u00e0 mon oreille.<\/p>\n

Je pensais \u00e0 toi<\/p>\n

et n’ai pas daign\u00e9 prendre un repas<\/p>\n

sans doute en pri\u00e8re, somnolant<\/p>\n

j’ai subi l’existence un jour de plus<\/p>\n

en ton absence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Je n’ai pas mang\u00e9 aujourd’hui. L’ivresse m’accorde un soup\u00e7on de lucidit\u00e9. Qu’on me l’accorde, ma nourriture n’a rien de spirituelle. J’ai pens\u00e9 \u00e0 toi. Le coeur gros de ses charmes Un drame sans alternative, il me reste le songe. D’elle, j’ai fond\u00e9 un mythe inalt\u00e9rable. Toute proche, pourtant lointaine A mes yeux du moins, je […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"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,"footnotes":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7FZF0-7q","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/460"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=460"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/460\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3350,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/460\/revisions\/3350"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=460"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=460"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=460"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}