{"id":246,"date":"2008-10-01T10:06:08","date_gmt":"2008-10-01T08:06:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/?p=246"},"modified":"2008-10-01T10:26:27","modified_gmt":"2008-10-01T08:26:27","slug":"chaleur","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/?p=246","title":{"rendered":"Chaleur"},"content":{"rendered":"

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CHALEUR<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Sous le soleil br\u00fblant, la maison dort.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Elle a clos ses yeux aux volets d’or.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Sa coiffe de petites tuiles cramoisies<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Absorbe la douce chaleur et s’alanguit.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Les murs cr\u00e9pis de blanc cr\u00e9meux<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Sont un doux rempart tomenteux.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

La porte d’entr\u00e9e, en ch\u00eane dor\u00e9<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Sous les rayons chauds est p\u00e2m\u00e9e.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

La terrasse o\u00f9 court un lierre luxuriant<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Offre la fra\u00eecheur, d’un oasis verdoyant.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

La torpeur profonde est irr\u00e9elle<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Comme si elle attendait une \u00e9tincelle.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Le chat de la maison, lui aussi<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Est inerte, offrant son pelage gris<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A la bienfaisante chaleur dolente<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Seule, sa moustache fr\u00e9missante<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Parfois trahit le souffle de vie.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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CHALEUR \u00a0 \u00a0 Sous le soleil br\u00fblant, la maison dort. Elle a clos ses yeux aux volets d’or. Sa coiffe de petites tuiles cramoisies Absorbe la douce chaleur et s’alanguit. Les murs cr\u00e9pis de blanc cr\u00e9meux Sont un doux rempart tomenteux. La porte d’entr\u00e9e, en ch\u00eane dor\u00e9 Sous les rayons chauds est p\u00e2m\u00e9e. La terrasse […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-246","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/246","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=246"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/246\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":260,"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/246\/revisions\/260"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=246"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=246"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=246"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}