{"id":817,"date":"2009-01-30T18:23:58","date_gmt":"2009-01-30T18:23:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/?p=283"},"modified":"2009-01-30T18:23:58","modified_gmt":"2009-01-30T18:23:58","slug":"poeme-dair-et-de-nature-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2009\/01\/poeme-dair-et-de-nature-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Po\u00e8me d’air et de nature 1"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ce matin-l\u00e0, j’ai gonfl\u00e9 des ballons, recherchant un souffle d’air dans ma vie qui tanguait, solitude, j’ai tout ferm\u00e9 dans ma maison, sans laisser de lettres, je n’aimais pas ce beau temps qui aveuglait les hommes d’une stupide ivresse, je me suis promen\u00e9 sans \u00e9tat d’\u00e2me, juste chercher des sons autour de soi, d’une main je retenais les ballons attir\u00e9 par le ciel, de l’autre je caressais les \u00e9pis de bl\u00e9, je sentais cette absurde absence de vent quand mes mains ont voulu se rejoindre pour mettre un terme \u00e0 cette douceur qui gagnait
\n(…)<\/p>\n

d’apr\u00e8s le photoblog Wink<\/a>, inspir\u00e9 de la photo Rejoicing the hands<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ce matin-l\u00e0, j’ai gonfl\u00e9 des ballons, recherchant un souffle d’air dans ma vie qui tanguait, solitude, j’ai tout ferm\u00e9 dans ma maison, sans laisser de lettres, je n’aimais pas ce beau temps qui aveuglait les hommes d’une stupide ivresse, je me suis promen\u00e9 sans \u00e9tat d’\u00e2me, juste chercher des sons autour de soi, d’une main … <\/p>\n

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