{"id":1417,"date":"2023-06-18T03:13:34","date_gmt":"2023-06-18T03:13:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/?p=1417"},"modified":"2023-06-18T03:14:20","modified_gmt":"2023-06-18T03:14:20","slug":"de-toutes-les-heures-de-ton-ame","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/2023\/06\/18\/de-toutes-les-heures-de-ton-ame\/","title":{"rendered":"De toutes les heures de ton \u00e2me !"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"576\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Fleur-Orange-Route-Saint-Canadet-576x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1418\" srcset=\"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Fleur-Orange-Route-Saint-Canadet-576x1024.png 576w, https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Fleur-Orange-Route-Saint-Canadet-169x300.png 169w, https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Fleur-Orange-Route-Saint-Canadet-768x1365.png 768w, https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Fleur-Orange-Route-Saint-Canadet-864x1536.png 864w, https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Fleur-Orange-Route-Saint-Canadet-1152x2048.png 1152w, https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Fleur-Orange-Route-Saint-Canadet.png 1440w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 576px) 100vw, 576px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Elle \u00e9tait assise<br>Sur le bord du chemin.<br>Dans la profusion du printemps<br>Je ne l&rsquo;avais, d&rsquo;abord, pas regard\u00e9e.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Elle ne disait rien,<br>Pas de mots, pas de bruit,<br>Pas de phrases interminables<br>Comme j&rsquo;en \u00e9cris !<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Juste ce regard,<br>Orange et dor\u00e9,<br>Comme un soleil levant,<br>Un soleil \u00e9lev\u00e9,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Un parfum, un sourire.<br>Elle \u00e9tait ce pain,<br>Fleuri, joyeux,<br>Solaire, chantant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Puis je me suis baiss\u00e9,<br>L&rsquo;ai regard\u00e9e,<br>Elle \u00e9tait un joyau,<br>Un monde, un tr\u00e9sor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Un empire joyeux,<br>Eternel et fugace,<br>Car que durent les fleurs ?<br>Toute une vie, car<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Elles sont la vraie vie,<br>Celle de l&rsquo;\u00e2me et des \u00e2mes.<br>Que diras-tu, \u00f4 \u00e2me,<br>Qu&rsquo;\u00e9crirez-vous, \u00e2mes ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Cette splendeur,<br>Ce sourire,<br>Ce regard,<br>Cette joie !<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Voil\u00e0 ce que ta vie<br>Sera, dira, peindra !<br>De toute ta vie,<br>De toute ta force,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">De toutes tes heures,<br>Dis le printemps,<br>L&rsquo;\u00e2me, le s\u00e9rieux<br>Du monde r\u00e9el,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Celui qui anime,<br>Imprime, s&rsquo;exprime<br>Dans le parfum des choses,<br>Des \u00eatres, des heures !<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Elle \u00e9tait assise<br>Dans le jardin des heures,<br>Sa splendeur br\u00e8ve<br>Brillait d&rsquo;\u00e9ternit\u00e9.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Elle \u00e9tait assiseSur le bord du chemin.Dans la profusion du printempsJe ne l&rsquo;avais, d&rsquo;abord, pas regard\u00e9e. Elle ne disait rien,Pas de mots, pas de bruit,Pas de phrases interminablesComme j&rsquo;en \u00e9cris ! Juste ce regard,Orange et dor\u00e9,Comme un soleil levant,Un soleil \u00e9lev\u00e9, Un parfum, un sourire.Elle \u00e9tait ce pain,Fleuri, joyeux,Solaire, chantant. Puis je me suis baiss\u00e9,L&rsquo;ai&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":true,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"episode_type":"","audio_file":"","podmotor_file_id":"","podmotor_episode_id":"","cover_image":"","cover_image_id":"","duration":"","filesize":"","filesize_raw":"","date_recorded":"","explicit":"","block":"","itunes_episode_number":"","itunes_title":"","itunes_season_number":"","itunes_episode_type":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"everybody","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"Elle \u00e9tait un joyau,\nUn monde, un tr\u00e9sor,\nUn empire joyeux,\nEternel et fugace,\n\nCar que durent les fleurs ?\n\nToute une vie, car\nElles sont la vraie vie,\nCelle de l'\u00e2me et des \u00e2mes.\nQue diras-tu, \u00f4 \u00e2me,\n\nQu'\u00e9crirez-vous, \u00e2mes ?","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}},"categories":[30,62,40],"tags":[52,48],"post_folder":[],"class_list":["post-1417","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-les-objets-ont-une-ame","category-photographies-jc-fadot","category-poeme","tag-pan-terre","tag-poesie"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3aXLN-mR","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1417","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1417"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1417\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1420,"href":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1417\/revisions\/1420"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1417"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1417"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1417"},{"taxonomy":"post_folder","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nouvelage.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/post_folder?post=1417"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}