{"id":773,"date":"2008-09-13T08:40:59","date_gmt":"2008-09-13T08:40:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/?p=173"},"modified":"2008-09-13T08:40:59","modified_gmt":"2008-09-13T08:40:59","slug":"dans-lombre-de-cette-gare","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2008\/09\/dans-lombre-de-cette-gare\/","title":{"rendered":"Dans l’ombre de cette gare"},"content":{"rendered":"

J’ai r\u00eav\u00e9 mes vies, travail, passion, amour, d\u00e9sarroi pouvaient se lire sur mon visage \u00e0 la fen\u00eatre des trains, j’ai vu trop de paysages se construire de nos vides, le d de d\u00e9truire dans nos vies, j’ai voulu fuir mais toujours la nostalgie de mon pays, toujours ces ciels uniques o\u00f9 il fait bon mourir \u00e0 l’ombre des arbres, chaque soir, j’attends… et puis je rentre en laissant mes r\u00eaves \u00e0 la gare, je ne crois plus au demain peut-\u00eatre, j’attends juste la fin de la musique, celle qui me fait sourire sur le trajet<\/p>\n

inspir\u00e9 du Photoblog Denis P Photographies<\/a>, d’apr\u00e8s la photo Dans l’ombre de cette gare<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

J’ai r\u00eav\u00e9 mes vies, travail, passion, amour, d\u00e9sarroi pouvaient se lire sur mon visage \u00e0 la fen\u00eatre des trains, j’ai vu trop de paysages se construire de nos vides, le d de d\u00e9truire dans nos vies, j’ai voulu fuir mais toujours la nostalgie de mon pays, toujours ces ciels uniques o\u00f9 il fait bon mourir … <\/p>\n

Continuer la lecture de « Dans l’ombre de cette gare »<\/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-773","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photos","category-poesie","category-poetry","category-prose"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5H0vD-ct","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/773","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=773"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/773\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=773"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=773"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=773"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}