{"id":724,"date":"2007-08-30T16:52:16","date_gmt":"2007-08-30T16:52:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/2007\/08\/30\/gondolier-rupestre\/"},"modified":"2007-08-30T16:52:16","modified_gmt":"2007-08-30T16:52:16","slug":"gondolier-rupestre","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2007\/08\/gondolier-rupestre\/","title":{"rendered":"Gondolier rupestre"},"content":{"rendered":"

Je me prom\u00e8ne \u00e0 Venise comme dans une caverne pr\u00e9historique, on dirait les traces vivantes d’un monde en train de mourir, \u00e0 chaque coin de rue, je vois un masque decom\u00e9dia del’arte , j’entends d\u00e9clamer des po\u00e8mes tristes sur l’amour, plus loin un cort\u00e8ge fun\u00e8bre semble saisis d’une beaut\u00e9 romantique, plus tard je reste longtemps \u00e0 contempler unpalazio luttant de toutes ses forces contre la chute de ses lambeaux de pierre, plus fatigu\u00e9 je suis pr\u00eat \u00e0 me jeter dans le canal quand surgit tel un djinn ce gondolier chamarr\u00e9 flottant dans la lumi\u00e8re et transportant simplement toutes les merveilles du monde,<\/p>\n

pour ceux qui savent regarder on peut distinguer son empreinte sur certaines fa\u00e7ades loin des rues encombr\u00e9es.<\/p>\n

\u00a0d’apr\u00e8s les photos d’Ernest Haas<\/a>, inspir\u00e9 de la photo Shadow Gondolier dans la s\u00e9rie Europe de la Color Gallery<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Je me prom\u00e8ne \u00e0 Venise comme dans une caverne pr\u00e9historique, on dirait les traces vivantes d’un monde en train de mourir, \u00e0 chaque coin de rue, je vois un masque decom\u00e9dia del’arte , j’entends d\u00e9clamer des po\u00e8mes tristes sur l’amour, plus loin un cort\u00e8ge fun\u00e8bre semble saisis d’une beaut\u00e9 romantique, plus tard je reste longtemps … <\/p>\n

Continuer la lecture de « Gondolier rupestre »<\/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":[19,27,29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-724","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photos","category-prose","category-textes-courts"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5H0vD-bG","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/724","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=724"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/724\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=724"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=724"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=724"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}