{"id":1072,"date":"2012-01-04T20:04:13","date_gmt":"2012-01-04T18:04:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/?p=994"},"modified":"2012-01-04T20:04:13","modified_gmt":"2012-01-04T18:04:13","slug":"devisser-les-brindilles-de-nos-espoirs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2012\/01\/devisser-les-brindilles-de-nos-espoirs\/","title":{"rendered":"devisser les brindilles de nos espoirs"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>les bourgeons qui sont l\u00e0, vont-ils d\u00e9visser les brindilles de nos espoirs?<\/p>\n<p><em>phrase du jour<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>les bourgeons qui sont l\u00e0, vont-ils d\u00e9visser les brindilles de nos espoirs? phrase du jour<\/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":"devisser les brindilles de nos espoirs","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[20],"tags":[214],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5H0vD-hi","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":921,"url":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2009\/07\/tango-de-nos-espoirs\/","url_meta":{"origin":1072,"position":0},"title":"tango de nos espoirs","date":"14 juillet 2009","format":false,"excerpt":"tango de nos espoirs qui crissent dans l'effroissement du papier.","rel":"","context":"Dans &quot;phrase du jour&quot;","img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":808,"url":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2009\/01\/quand-la-neige-sevapore\/","url_meta":{"origin":1072,"position":1},"title":"quand la neige s&rsquo;\u00e9vapore","date":"24 janvier 2009","format":false,"excerpt":"quand la neige s'\u00e9vapore, c'est une partie de nos r\u00eaves qui s'en vont dans les nuages.","rel":"","context":"Dans &quot;phrase du jour&quot;","img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":1077,"url":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2012\/01\/comme-des-mains-tristes\/","url_meta":{"origin":1072,"position":2},"title":"comme des mains tristes","date":"9 janvier 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"comme des mains tristes, les arbres d\u2019hiver sont d\u2019une beaut\u00e9 path\u00e9tique quand ils tentent d\u00e9sesp\u00e9r\u00e9ment de caresser les nuages. 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