{"id":8702,"date":"2014-06-29T05:10:14","date_gmt":"2014-06-29T04:10:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=8702"},"modified":"2014-07-06T09:18:48","modified_gmt":"2014-07-06T08:18:48","slug":"illusions-entre-rouge-et-vert","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=8702","title":{"rendered":"Illusions entre rouge et vert&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u00ab\u00a0Illusions, mirages\u00a0\u00bb sont le th\u00e8me de juin pour la communaut\u00e9 d&rsquo;<a href=\"http:\/\/lacommunautedespasseursdemots.apln-blog.fr\/author\/evajoe\/\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><strong>Evajoe<\/strong><\/span><\/a>, les Passeurs de mots.<\/p>\n<p>.<a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/IMG_4056_v1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-8739\" alt=\"IMG_4056_v1\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/IMG_4056_v1-150x150.jpg\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ce matin, l&rsquo;ombre mange-lumi\u00e8re s&rsquo;\u00e9tale, courtise le myst\u00e8re.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Th\u00e9\u00e2tre d&rsquo;apparence, le jardin\u00a0 lui ouvre grand ses branches, ses feuilles, la moindre de ses brindilles&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ici, la Brune*, se retire \u00e0 pas de loup, courbant \u00e0 peine la t\u00eate face \u00e0 Ph\u00e9bus imp\u00e9rial<a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/IMG_7706_v1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-8735\" alt=\"IMG_7706_v1\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/IMG_7706_v1-150x150.jpg\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Po\u00e9sie de l&rsquo;instant<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Clair-obscur rampant entre menthe poivr\u00e9e et verveine citronnelle.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">L&rsquo;\u00e9trange bat la mesure de la course furtive du prince des tire-laine.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Pourquoi cette h\u00e2te, ce fr\u00e9missement aux bouts des doigts?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Voyez-le palper le vide, les recoins moussus et herbeux o\u00f9 s&rsquo;attarde la nuit.<a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/IMG_7858_v1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-8737\" alt=\"IMG_7858_v1\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/IMG_7858_v1-150x150.jpg\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Pourquoi cette diligence \u00e0 fureter partout, \u00e0 renifler la piste dor\u00e9e de quelques \u00e9cus \u00e9gar\u00e9s? Mais voyons,\u00a0 comme d&rsquo;habitude, c&rsquo;est la faute au lapin \u00e9meraude. Vous savez? Celui qui fume de l&rsquo;herbe. Thym, sarriette, anis, tout lui est bon. Et bien s\u00fbr, les essences lui montent\u00a0 \u00e0 la t\u00eate. Il se met \u00e0 flotter entre deux mondes de mirages parfum\u00e9s. Toute la beaut\u00e9 cach\u00e9e du cosmos lui appara\u00eet comme v\u00e9rit\u00e9 premi\u00e8re. Diamants scintillant aux soies de l&rsquo;attente araign\u00e9e . Aigue-marine\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/IMG_7640_v1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-8732\" alt=\"IMG_7640_v1\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/IMG_7640_v1-150x150.jpg\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a>flottant dans une flaque de ciel m\u00e9lancolique. \u00c9meraudes , jades, b\u00e9ryls, agates, perles&#8230; Un tr\u00e9sor est \u00e0 trouver. Le vide-gousset, le roi de la cambriole, avide, aveugl\u00e9 par la cupidit\u00e9, est pr\u00eat \u00e0 toutes les audaces. M\u00eame le gardien de la clef des champs ne l&rsquo;impressionne pas.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Illusions entre rouge et vert&#8230;<a href=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/IMG_8186_v1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-8762\" alt=\"IMG_8186_v1\" src=\"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/IMG_8186_v1-150x150.jpg\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Mieux que le c\u00e9ladon, le rubis rehausserait le teint de<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">son Esm\u00e9ralda. Sur la carte des chim\u00e8res, l&rsquo;onyx d&rsquo;une croix indique o\u00f9 creuser. Foulque a suivi \u00e0 la lettre le dessin trac\u00e9 \u00e0 la va-vite par le longues oreilles\u00a0 illumin\u00e9. Avant que Soleil\u00a0 n&rsquo;efface la piste trotte-menue, les stigmates\u00a0 d&rsquo;une terre bouscul\u00e9e, le d\u00e9sordre d&rsquo;une cache feuilles mortes&#8230; le carambouilleur agreste flaire la bonne prise, le butin couleur succ\u00e8s&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">MMR ( tous droits r\u00e9serv\u00e9s)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">* la brune: autre nom de la nuit<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>BLOG EN PAUSE<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00ab\u00a0Illusions, mirages\u00a0\u00bb sont le th\u00e8me de juin pour la communaut\u00e9 d&rsquo;Evajoe, les Passeurs de mots. . Ce matin, l&rsquo;ombre mange-lumi\u00e8re s&rsquo;\u00e9tale, courtise le myst\u00e8re. Th\u00e9\u00e2tre d&rsquo;apparence, le jardin\u00a0 lui ouvre grand ses branches, ses feuilles, la moindre de ses brindilles&#8230; Ici, la Brune*, se retire \u00e0 pas de loup, courbant \u00e0 peine la t\u00eate face [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[782],"tags":[841,33,809,842,839,806,32,268,469,122],"class_list":["post-8702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-les-passeurs-de-mots","tag-cambriole","tag-etrange","tag-illusion","tag-la-brune","tag-mirage","tag-mystere","tag-ombre","tag-phebus","tag-rubis","tag-soleil"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8702","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=8702"}],"version-history":[{"count":28,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8702\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8771,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8702\/revisions\/8771"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}