{"id":13836,"date":"2019-06-16T01:31:46","date_gmt":"2019-06-16T00:31:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=13836"},"modified":"2019-06-16T01:31:46","modified_gmt":"2019-06-16T00:31:46","slug":"nocturne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=13836","title":{"rendered":"Nocturne"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>C&rsquo;est un soir couleur d&rsquo;\u00e9mail. Le vent a termin\u00e9 de ronchonner apr\u00e8s les nuages. D&rsquo;ailleurs, c&rsquo;est simple.\u00a0 Il les a tous chass\u00e9s. Le ciel rosit comme une jeune fille. Puis se pare de lavande. Plus personne sur la plage. Pas m\u00eame un chien.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">A la nuit &#8230; A la nuit<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Tous les chats sont gris<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Et les mouettes aussi&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-large wp-image-13841\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_2783_v1-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_2783_v1-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_2783_v1-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_2783_v1-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_2783_v1.jpg 2016w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>La mar\u00e9e est \u00e9tale. Au loin, un bateau attard\u00e9 avance piane-piane. Sa voile mollement tendue tente de saisir un souffle salvateur. Ondes sinueuses, de vaguelettes en vaguelettes, son sillage vient mourir au c\u0153ur des roseli\u00e8res. Remue-m\u00e9nage soudain dans l&rsquo;eau lie de vin.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Cr\u00e9puscule bleu-<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Le Bassin&#8230; douce aquarelle<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Splash! Oh! Un b\u00e9otien!<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-large wp-image-13842\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_2793_v1-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" srcset=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_2793_v1-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_2793_v1-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_2793_v1-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_2793_v1.jpg 2016w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Encre, gouache, pastel ou encore aquarelle&#8230; \u00e0 quoi r\u00eave le peintre? Un trait de fusain fixe le souvenir pr\u00e9cieux dans un coin de m\u00e9moire. L&rsquo;haleine iod\u00e9e du Bassin d&rsquo;Arcachon a un go\u00fbt ineffable et secret. Celui que l&rsquo;on cache au fond de son \u00e2me&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Nocturne-<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Symphonie oc\u00e9anique<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Sur papier r\u00eaveur<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>MMR ( tous droits r\u00e9serv\u00e9s)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>C&rsquo;est un soir couleur d&rsquo;\u00e9mail. Le vent a termin\u00e9 de ronchonner apr\u00e8s les nuages. D&rsquo;ailleurs, c&rsquo;est simple.\u00a0 Il les a tous chass\u00e9s. Le ciel rosit comme une jeune fille. Puis se pare de lavande. Plus personne sur la plage. Pas m\u00eame un chien. &nbsp; A la nuit &#8230; A la nuit Tous les chats sont [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[70],"tags":[135,61,432,52],"class_list":["post-13836","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ocean-et-bassin-darcachon","tag-bassin-darcachon","tag-bleu","tag-nuit","tag-rose"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13836","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=13836"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13836\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13855,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13836\/revisions\/13855"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13836"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13836"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13836"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}