{"id":739,"date":"2007-10-16T19:30:36","date_gmt":"2007-10-16T19:30:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/2007\/10\/16\/le-cahier-du-muet\/"},"modified":"2007-10-16T19:30:36","modified_gmt":"2007-10-16T19:30:36","slug":"le-cahier-du-muet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2007\/10\/le-cahier-du-muet\/","title":{"rendered":"Le cahier du muet"},"content":{"rendered":"

On m’appelait le muet, jamais rien ne disait, mes cahiers d’\u00e9colier \u00e9taient mon seul espace de paroles, j’\u00e9crivais les pleurs qui ne sortaient pas, je dessinais les fant\u00f4mes du coin de la rue, ceux qui me poursuivaient en hiver, je transcrivais mes pens\u00e9es al\u00e9atoires sur ce que je ne comprenais pas, je me r\u00eavais autre, je riais tout seul de mauvaises blagues, je cachais mes chagrins et refusais mes espoirs, on aurait dit que je savais \u00e9crire avant d’avoir appris \u00e0 lire, il n’y a que l’amour que je n’ai jamais su \u00e9crire ni dire, aujourd’hui encore je le cherche \u00e0 chaque phrase, je ne sais pas ce qui me manque mais cela fait mal.<\/p>\n

inspir\u00e9 du photoblog Pens\u00e9es photographiques<\/a>, d’apr\u00e8s la photo Retour au travail<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

On m’appelait le muet, jamais rien ne disait, mes cahiers d’\u00e9colier \u00e9taient mon seul espace de paroles, j’\u00e9crivais les pleurs qui ne sortaient pas, je dessinais les fant\u00f4mes du coin de la rue, ceux qui me poursuivaient en hiver, je transcrivais mes pens\u00e9es al\u00e9atoires sur ce que je ne comprenais pas, je me r\u00eavais autre, … <\/p>\n

Continuer la lecture de « Le cahier du muet »<\/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-739","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-bV","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/739","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=739"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/739\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=739"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=739"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=739"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}