{"id":549,"date":"2004-07-08T18:49:47","date_gmt":"2004-07-08T16:49:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sainthuitre.free.fr\/wordpress\/?p=549"},"modified":"2024-03-30T15:21:40","modified_gmt":"2024-03-30T14:21:40","slug":"08072004-palpitante-fiction-globulaire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/2004\/07\/08\/08072004-palpitante-fiction-globulaire\/","title":{"rendered":"08072004 &#8211; Palpitante fiction globulaire"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>J&rsquo;ai longtemps cru que nos adieux<br \/>\nbrutaux<br \/>\nn&rsquo;avaient eu<br \/>\ncomme les hommes<br \/>\nque le reflet des g\u00e9missements<br \/>\nsourds et fous<br \/>\ndu matin o\u00f9 tu es morte.<\/p>\n<p>J&rsquo;osais croire en l&rsquo;oubli<br \/>\ndans les yeux d&rsquo;une belle<br \/>\nerrant de comptoir en bordel<br \/>\nau yeux (bleus) du beau monde<br \/>\nl&rsquo;am\u00e8re substance \u00e9vacu\u00e9e<br \/>\nj&rsquo;ai vu des larmes couler<br \/>\nsur tes joues, sur ma peau<br \/>\net toujours le souvenir d&rsquo;Elle<br \/>\nsalissant mon plaisir des fluides mortif\u00e8res.<\/p>\n<p>Toutes sont parties maintenant<br \/>\nfluides et femmes<br \/>\nfilantes \u00e9toiles bris\u00e9es<br \/>\nfutures et promises<br \/>\ntoutes sauf une &#8211; mirage &#8211;<br \/>\nfussent-elles toutes mortes<br \/>\nje la vois encore<br \/>\n\u00e0 corps perdu d&rsquo;avance<br \/>\nsuffisant silence nocturne<br \/>\nm&rsquo;arrache \u00e0 la nuit ce cri sanguin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>J&rsquo;ai longtemps cru que nos adieux brutaux n&rsquo;avaient eu comme les hommes que le reflet des g\u00e9missements sourds et fous du matin o\u00f9 tu es morte. J&rsquo;osais croire en l&rsquo;oubli dans les yeux d&rsquo;une belle errant de comptoir en bordel au yeux (bleus) du beau monde l&rsquo;am\u00e8re substance \u00e9vacu\u00e9e j&rsquo;ai vu des larmes couler sur [&hellip;]<\/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\/p7FZF0-8R","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/549"}],"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=549"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/549\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3666,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/549\/revisions\/3666"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=549"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=549"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sainthuitre.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=549"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}