{"id":752,"date":"2008-01-20T16:34:01","date_gmt":"2008-01-20T16:34:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/2008\/01\/20\/dans-mon-oeil-fatigue\/"},"modified":"2008-01-20T16:34:01","modified_gmt":"2008-01-20T16:34:01","slug":"dans-mon-oeil-fatigue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2008\/01\/dans-mon-oeil-fatigue\/","title":{"rendered":"Dans mon oeil fatigu\u00e9"},"content":{"rendered":"

A la recherche de mon esprit, je photographie mon oeil, je n’y trouve que vaines pens\u00e9es et go\u00fbt pour la frivolit\u00e9, dans l’heure grave qui m’accable, rien del’ambiance, affliction effac\u00e9e , rien du cri bloqu\u00e9 dans mon coeur, juste un maelstr\u00f6m de mots, peut \u00eatre inutile, trop indiff\u00e8rent aux tremblements int\u00e9rieurs, pens\u00e9es mal ma\u00eetris\u00e9es<\/p>\n

mais au fond de l’oeil, le sable racle sa corn\u00e9e, creusant des paysages fatigu\u00e9s et violents,<\/p>\n

cette douleur insensible\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 au vent chaleureux\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 et \u00e0 l’indolence de l’oc\u00e9an apais\u00e9.<\/p>\n

d’apr\u00e8s le photoblog de Ian Bramham<\/a>, inspir\u00e9 de la photo Sardinia 4<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A la recherche de mon esprit, je photographie mon oeil, je n’y trouve que vaines pens\u00e9es et go\u00fbt pour la frivolit\u00e9, dans l’heure grave qui m’accable, rien del’ambiance, affliction effac\u00e9e , rien du cri bloqu\u00e9 dans mon coeur, juste un maelstr\u00f6m de mots, peut \u00eatre inutile, trop indiff\u00e8rent aux tremblements int\u00e9rieurs, pens\u00e9es mal ma\u00eetris\u00e9es mais … <\/p>\n

Continuer la lecture de « Dans mon oeil fatigu\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":[19,24,26,27],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-752","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photos","category-poesie","category-poetry","category-prose"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5H0vD-c8","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/752","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=752"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/752\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=752"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=752"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=752"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}