{"id":751,"date":"2008-01-13T16:29:42","date_gmt":"2008-01-13T16:29:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/2008\/01\/13\/de-compostelle-a-saint-marc\/"},"modified":"2008-01-13T16:29:42","modified_gmt":"2008-01-13T16:29:42","slug":"de-compostelle-a-saint-marc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2008\/01\/de-compostelle-a-saint-marc\/","title":{"rendered":"De Compostelle \u00e0 Saint Marc"},"content":{"rendered":"
\u00e0 mon p\u00e8re<\/i><\/div>\n

Le vent efface mes souvenirs,
\nmon regard decrescendo vers le noir et blanc
\no\u00f9 est la couleur qui guidait mes pas?<\/p>\n

Je crois au monument vers l’au-del\u00e0
\npour communiquer
\ndans quelques pas, je serais mort
\nmon coeur a trop donn\u00e9
\nles mercis tardent \u00e0 m’embrasser<\/p>\n

Je garderais en moi les mots dits
\nles caresses exotiques
\nles paysages int\u00e9rieurs
\nla g\u00e9ographie des vins
\nl’amour euph\u00e9mique des mets
\nun go\u00fbt d’inachev\u00e9<\/p>\n

trop d’illuminations pour continuer d’\u00eatre raisonnable<\/p>\n

J’attendrais la gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 Bugarach.<\/p>\n

d’apr\u00e8s le photoblog de Ian Bramham<\/a>, inspir\u00e9 de la photo San Marco<\/a><\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00e0 mon p\u00e8re Le vent efface mes souvenirs, mon regard decrescendo vers le noir et blanc o\u00f9 est la couleur qui guidait mes pas? Je crois au monument vers l’au-del\u00e0 pour communiquer dans quelques pas, je serais mort mon coeur a trop donn\u00e9 les mercis tardent \u00e0 m’embrasser Je garderais en moi les mots dits … <\/p>\n

Continuer la lecture de « De Compostelle \u00e0 Saint Marc »<\/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-751","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-c7","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/751","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=751"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/751\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=751"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=751"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=751"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}