{"id":1157,"date":"2011-01-17T08:37:58","date_gmt":"2011-01-17T06:37:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=1157"},"modified":"2011-01-17T08:39:09","modified_gmt":"2011-01-17T06:39:09","slug":"bleu-nuit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=1157","title":{"rendered":"Bleu-nuit"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>La lune rousse m&rsquo;observe,<\/p>\n<p>Narquoise,<\/p>\n<p>Ironique,<\/p>\n<p>Halant mon insomnie<a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/01\/lune-rousse.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1158\" title=\"lune rousse\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/01\/lune-rousse-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/01\/lune-rousse-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/01\/lune-rousse-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/01\/lune-rousse.jpg 1710w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a> telle une enfant boudeuse.<\/p>\n<p>Ses longs doigts blafards caressent,<\/p>\n<p>L\u00e9gers,<\/p>\n<p>\u00c9nigmatiques,<\/p>\n<p>Un th\u00e9\u00e2tre bleu-nuit de vieux contes de Grimm.<\/p>\n<p>Les confidences secr\u00e8tes,<\/p>\n<p>Douces,<\/p>\n<p>Fantastiques,<\/p>\n<p>Des enfants du silence font vivre les ombres.<\/p>\n<p>Mon \u00e2me troubl\u00e9e \u00e9coute,<\/p>\n<p>Ravie,<\/p>\n<p>M\u00e9lancolique,<\/p>\n<p>Leurs souvenirs ternis qui m&rsquo;entra\u00eenent bien loin.<\/p>\n<p>Plus loin que les baisers,<\/p>\n<p>Que l&rsquo;alcool mal\u00e9fique,<\/p>\n<p>Vers la profondeur de mes d\u00e9sirs cach\u00e9s&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>MMR ( tous droits r\u00e9serv\u00e9s)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La lune rousse m&rsquo;observe, Narquoise, Ironique, Halant mon insomnie telle une enfant boudeuse. Ses longs doigts blafards caressent, L\u00e9gers, \u00c9nigmatiques, Un th\u00e9\u00e2tre bleu-nuit de vieux contes de Grimm. Les confidences secr\u00e8tes, Douces, Fantastiques, Des enfants du silence font vivre les ombres. Mon \u00e2me troubl\u00e9e \u00e9coute, Ravie, M\u00e9lancolique, Leurs souvenirs ternis qui m&rsquo;entra\u00eenent bien loin. Plus [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1157","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1157","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=1157"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1157\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1160,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1157\/revisions\/1160"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1157"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1157"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1157"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}