{"id":690,"date":"2007-04-01T12:43:21","date_gmt":"2007-04-01T12:43:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/2007\/04\/01\/et-pourtant-je-tai-oublie\/"},"modified":"2007-04-01T12:43:21","modified_gmt":"2007-04-01T12:43:21","slug":"et-pourtant-je-tai-oublie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2007\/04\/et-pourtant-je-tai-oublie\/","title":{"rendered":"et pourtant, je t’ai oubli\u00e9"},"content":{"rendered":"

Il y a longtemps que je t’aime
\net pourtant je t’ai oubli\u00e9
\nla fuite maladive de ton regard
\nl’incertitude de ton d\u00e9sir de vivre
\nces cheveux si doux que je n’osais approcher
\nle m\u00e9tal de ton caract\u00e8re
\ntrop de contrastes<\/p>\n

Il y a longtemps que je t’aime
\net pourtant je t’ai oubli\u00e9
\nIl me reste cette image
\nab\u00eem\u00e9e par les traces de nos errances sur la plage
\ntes yeux aspir\u00e9s par la ligne de fuite
\ncet horizon incroyable<\/p>\n

Il y a longtemps que je t’aime
\net j’aimerais t’oublier
\navoir la force de t’oublier
\noublier
\ncette folie, ce d\u00e9fi \u00e0 la temp\u00eate
\noublier que tu es morte
\nenfin disparue
\net pouvoir esp\u00e9rer un jour
\nte tenir dans
\nmes bras sans jamais avoir peur de
\nte perdre encore<\/p>\n

d’apr\u00e8s le photoblog Crina Photography<\/a>, inspir\u00e9 de la photo Rusty Memory<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Il y a longtemps que je t’aime et pourtant je t’ai oubli\u00e9 la fuite maladive de ton regard l’incertitude de ton d\u00e9sir de vivre ces cheveux si doux que je n’osais approcher le m\u00e9tal de ton caract\u00e8re trop de contrastes Il y a longtemps que je t’aime et pourtant je t’ai oubli\u00e9 Il me reste … <\/p>\n

Continuer la lecture de « et pourtant, je t’ai oubli\u00e9 »<\/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":[19,21,22,23,24,26],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-690","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photos","category-poeme","category-poemes","category-poems","category-poesie","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5H0vD-b8","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/690","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=690"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/690\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=690"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=690"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=690"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}