{"id":499,"date":"2008-10-08T11:17:51","date_gmt":"2008-10-08T09:17:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/?p=499"},"modified":"2011-09-03T14:01:15","modified_gmt":"2011-09-03T12:01:15","slug":"au-gre-des-vents","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/?p=499","title":{"rendered":"Au gr\u00e9 des vents."},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Au gr\u00e9 des vents<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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

<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/a>\"\"\u00a0<\/p>\n

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

Le vent se l\u00e8ve, il emporte avec lui<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Toutes les senteurs de la vie.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Les joies les peines et la m\u00e9lancolie.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Son souffle chasse la pluie.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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

Vent du sud empreint de romarin<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Mignardant les plages et les chemins.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Les blancs chevaux \u00e0 la crini\u00e8re de crin,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Caracolent joyeux comme chaque matin.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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

Vent d\u2019ouest taquin qui aime virevolter <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sous les jupes des filles et d\u00e9voiler<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Les dessous de dentelle satin\u00e9s<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

De fausses ing\u00e9nues effarouch\u00e9es<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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

Vent du nord nomm\u00e9 Aquilon<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Qui aimerait \u00eatre fripon.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Mais h\u00e9las, n\u2019offre que des gla\u00e7ons<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Vite, vite on l\u2019abandonne sur le perron.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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

Vent d\u2019Est doux et chaud z\u00e9phyr<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Les \u00e2mes sous sa caresse soupirent<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A l\u2019affut d\u2019autres \u00e2mes \u00e0 conqu\u00e9rir<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Afin de se gorger d\u2019un seul<\/span> \u00e9lixir.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0 Au gr\u00e9 des vents \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Le vent se l\u00e8ve, il emporte avec lui Toutes les senteurs de la vie. Les joies les peines et la m\u00e9lancolie. Son souffle chasse la pluie. \u00a0 Vent du sud empreint de romarin Mignardant les plages et les chemins. Les blancs chevaux \u00e0 la crini\u00e8re de crin, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-499","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/499","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=499"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/499\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":827,"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/499\/revisions\/827"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=499"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=499"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poesianne.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=499"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}