Enfance, quand est-ce que je suis n\u00e9
\nqui me l’a racont\u00e9 ?
\nDu chaos au sortil\u00e8ge putride
\nsans s’y attendre je m’y attarde
\nje voudrais tant retarder la barge
\nqui s’enfuit sous mes pas las, d\u00e9sob\u00e9it<\/p>\n
Enfance sans h\u00e9ritage
\ns’armer de patience jusqu’au prochain \u00e2ge
\nles turbulences sous la potence<\/p>\n
A l’adolescence je pense qu’ils s’\u00e9vanouissent dans les d\u00e9lices
\nla paresse, quand tout cesse de n’avoir plus de sens \u00e0 outrance<\/p>\n
la supplique aux supplices, le meurtre de soi en louange aux \u00e9toiles<\/p>\n
Les abonn\u00e9s du n\u00e9ant s’immiscent et s’installent dans l’oubli
\nde leurs s\u00e9jours de faux semblants \u00e0 l’h\u00e9ro\u00efne maccabre<\/p>\n
Ils enragent dans leur cave o\u00f9 m\u00fbrit le sang \u00e0 boire pendant l’orage<\/p>\n
Combien sont-ils les amoureux \u00e0 attendre la paterne d’un autre rivage<\/p>\n
A cet \u00e2ge m\u00fbr, o\u00f9 rien ne tarde, cherchent l’air pur dans le passage<\/p>\n
Hors d’\u00e2ge. A l’abordage.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Enfance, quand est-ce que je suis n\u00e9 qui me l’a racont\u00e9 ? Du chaos au sortil\u00e8ge putride sans s’y attendre je m’y attarde je voudrais tant retarder la barge qui s’enfuit sous mes pas las, d\u00e9sob\u00e9it Enfance sans h\u00e9ritage s’armer de patience jusqu’au prochain \u00e2ge les turbulences sous la potence A l’adolescence je pense qu’ils […]<\/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\/p7FZF0-8m","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/518"}],"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=518"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/518\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3306,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/518\/revisions\/3306"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=518"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=518"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=518"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}