{"id":1015,"date":"2011-01-16T18:59:44","date_gmt":"2011-01-16T16:59:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/?p=776"},"modified":"2011-01-16T18:59:44","modified_gmt":"2011-01-16T16:59:44","slug":"ma-vie-aquarelle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2011\/01\/ma-vie-aquarelle\/","title":{"rendered":"ma vie aquarelle"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Il y a des moments o\u00f9 la vie devient aquarelle<br \/>\npetits instants o\u00f9 le monde se liqu\u00e9fie<br \/>\nle vil s\u2019\u00e9coule<br \/>\net la beaut\u00e9 des silhouettes jaillit<br \/>\nplus l\u00e9g\u00e8re qu\u2019un poisson de lune<\/p>\n<p><em>inspir\u00e9 de <a href=\"http:\/\/www.martineb.fr\/\" target=\"_blank\">la galerie de martineb<\/a>, d\u2019apr\u00e8s la photo <a href=\"http:\/\/www.martineb.fr\/index.php?showimage=187\" target=\"_blank\">mademoiselle<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Il y a des moments o\u00f9 la vie devient aquarelle petits instants o\u00f9 le monde se liqu\u00e9fie le vil s\u2019\u00e9coule et la beaut\u00e9 des silhouettes jaillit plus l\u00e9g\u00e8re qu\u2019un poisson de lune inspir\u00e9 de la galerie de martineb, d\u2019apr\u00e8s la photo mademoiselle<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[19,21,22,23,24,26],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5H0vD-gn","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":996,"url":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2010\/09\/ligne-de-fuite\/","url_meta":{"origin":1015,"position":0},"title":"Ligne de fuite","date":"18 septembre 2010","format":false,"excerpt":"Je n'attendais plus rien du cheminsauf la fureur de la fuite\u00a0devenir un triste fant\u00f4me\u00a0\u00a0 nappe de brouillard\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 fragile et l\u00e9g\u00e8re\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 petite forme au milieu\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 des arbres\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00eatre\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 la ligne de vie qui (((s'\u00e9vanouit)))d'apr\u00e8s le blog SoNyaSo Instants... 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