{"id":625,"date":"2006-03-02T17:46:56","date_gmt":"2006-03-02T17:46:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/2006\/03\/02\/reve-darbre\/"},"modified":"2006-03-02T17:46:56","modified_gmt":"2006-03-02T17:46:56","slug":"reve-darbre","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2006\/03\/reve-darbre\/","title":{"rendered":"R\u00eave d&rsquo;arbre"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>D&eacute;pouill&eacute; de tout, l&#39;arbre attend<br \/>\nTristes pas sur la neige<br \/>\nQui ne veulent pas<br \/>\nApprocher et toucher<br \/>\nLui qui monte au ciel<br \/>\nIl rit d&#39;infini<br \/>\nHeureux d&#39;avoir les pieds sur terre<br \/>\nLes branches en &eacute;toiles<br \/>\npr&ecirc;tes &agrave; applaudir<br \/>\nL&#39;&eacute;clat d&#39;une voix<br \/>\nqui saura<br \/>\nlui parler.<\/p>\n<p><i>d&#39;apr&egrave;s la photo <a href=\"http:\/\/www.ruedesboulets.com\/article.php3?id_article=77&amp;id_document=1636&amp;debut_photos=6\">A la crois&eacute;e des chemins<\/a> d&#39;Edna Branner, issue d&#39;une s&eacute;rie intitul&eacute;e <b>Traces de vie hivernales<\/b> sur le site <a href=\"http:\/\/www.ruedesboulets.com\/\">Ruedesboulets<\/a><\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>D&eacute;pouill&eacute; de tout, l&#39;arbre attend Tristes pas sur la neige Qui ne veulent pas Approcher et toucher Lui qui monte au ciel Il rit d&#39;infini Heureux d&#39;avoir les pieds sur terre Les branches en &eacute;toiles pr&ecirc;tes &agrave; applaudir L&#39;&eacute;clat d&#39;une voix qui saura lui parler. d&#39;apr&egrave;s la photo A la crois&eacute;e des chemins d&#39;Edna Branner, &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2006\/03\/reve-darbre\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> de &laquo;&nbsp;R\u00eave d&rsquo;arbre&nbsp;&raquo;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[19,23,24,26],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-625","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photos","category-poems","category-poesie","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5H0vD-a5","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/625","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=625"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/625\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=625"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=625"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=625"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}