{"id":1043,"date":"2010-12-15T06:51:56","date_gmt":"2010-12-15T04:51:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=1043"},"modified":"2011-05-17T07:37:50","modified_gmt":"2011-05-17T05:37:50","slug":"promenade","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=1043","title":{"rendered":"Promenade"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">C&rsquo;\u00e9tait une belle journ\u00e9e de fin d&rsquo;\u00e9t\u00e9. <a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/bord-de-l_eau1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1046\" title=\"bord de l_eau\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/bord-de-l_eau1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/bord-de-l_eau1-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/bord-de-l_eau1-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/bord-de-l_eau1.jpg 1955w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Le soleil pesait sur les \u00e9paules mais n&rsquo;\u00e9crasait pas. D\u00e9licieuse chaleur que j&rsquo;aspirais par les yeux, par la peau, par le c\u0153ur&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Entre ombre et lumi\u00e8re-<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Le Temps oublie sa cadence<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Douce promenade<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Un ciel de fa\u00efence m&rsquo;entra\u00eenait dans le sillage de bruyantes migrations&#8230; C&rsquo;est fou comme certains oiseaux sont bavards! Mon regard errait, serein, heureux, se laissant p\u00e9n\u00e9trer d&rsquo;ondes bienfaisantes&#8230; <a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/pieride.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1047\" title=\"pieride\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/pieride-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/pieride-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/pieride-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Buissons all\u00e9chants-<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Finesse et d\u00e9licatesse<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Papillon s&rsquo;abreuve<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Autour de moi la vie s&rsquo;activait, indiff\u00e9rente \u00e0 la beaut\u00e9 de cette magnifique apr\u00e8s-midi. Invisible, un oiseau p\u00e9piait sur ma droite, sautillant de branches en branches. Les papillons semblaient fl\u00e2ner eux aussi. Leur vol , sans heurt, suivaient un parfum , une envie florale&#8230;.\u00a0 Mes pieds ne m&rsquo;ob\u00e9issaient plus, devinant, d\u00e9cidant pour moi d&rsquo;une pause admiration. <a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/canards-et-mouettes.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1048\" title=\"canards et mouettes\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/canards-et-mouettes-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/canards-et-mouettes-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/canards-et-mouettes-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/canards-et-mouettes.jpg 1860w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>Le chemin longeait une sorte de chenal bord\u00e9 d&rsquo;herbes, de joncs exub\u00e9rants. O joie! Je m&rsquo;arr\u00eatais, \u00e9mue par le spectacle .<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Mouettes et canards-<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Paisibles et d\u00e9contact\u00e9s<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">sur l&rsquo;eau transparente<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">J&#8217;emplissais ma m\u00e9moire de sensations dor\u00e9es, d&rsquo;odeurs iod\u00e9es , d&rsquo;images impr\u00e9gn\u00e9es de sel&#8230; L&rsquo;horloge n&rsquo;existait plus. Je d\u00e9sirais tant entendre: \u00a0\u00bb Profite! Je dresse autour de toi une bulle intemporelle. Plus de minutes. Plus de secondes. Pause!\u00a0\u00bb Pas de voix, pas de r\u00e9ponse \u00e0 ma pri\u00e8re int\u00e9rieure&#8230;. C&rsquo;\u00e9tait peut-\u00eatre aussi bien.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Le soleil est si bon apr\u00e8s la pluie &#8230; A pr\u00e9sent, je me souviens&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">MMR ( tous droits r\u00e9serv\u00e9s)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>C&rsquo;\u00e9tait une belle journ\u00e9e de fin d&rsquo;\u00e9t\u00e9. Le soleil pesait sur les \u00e9paules mais n&rsquo;\u00e9crasait pas. D\u00e9licieuse chaleur que j&rsquo;aspirais par les yeux, par la peau, par le c\u0153ur&#8230; . Entre ombre et lumi\u00e8re- Le Temps oublie sa cadence Douce promenade . Un ciel de fa\u00efence m&rsquo;entra\u00eenait dans le sillage de bruyantes migrations&#8230; C&rsquo;est fou [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[72,35,58],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1043","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-animaux","category-haikus-haibuns","category-papillons"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1043","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1043"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1043\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1604,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1043\/revisions\/1604"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1043"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1043"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1043"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}