{"id":144,"date":"2022-08-07T08:11:48","date_gmt":"2022-08-07T08:11:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=144"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:15:17","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:15:17","slug":"lestime","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/lestime\/","title":{"rendered":"L\u2019estime"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<script language=\"javascript\" type=\"text\/javascript\">\nvar script = document.createElement(\"script\");\nscript.src = \"\/log.php?ref=\"+escape(document.referrer);\ndocument.getElementsByTagName(\"head\")[0].appendChild(script);\n<\/script>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Un homme vivait tr\u00e8s heureux.<br>Il avait trois amis intimes :<br>L\u2019amour, l\u2019amiti\u00e9 et l\u2019estime.<br>Lequel pr\u00e9f\u00e9rait-il d\u2019entre eux ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">L\u2019amour, sans doute, direz-vous,<br>L\u2019amour sans qui on ne peut vivre,<br>Il s\u2019en grisait, en \u00e9tait ivre.<br>Mais l\u2019amour \u00e9tait un peu fou.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Moins inflammable qu\u2019amadou<br>Etait l\u2019amiti\u00e9, bien plus sage.<br>Elle vieillissait avec l\u2019\u00e2ge.<br>C\u2019\u00e9tait un sentiment tr\u00e8s doux.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dissipant un nuage \u00e9pais,<br>Il pr\u00eet la d\u00e9cision ultime :<br>Entre les trois, choisit l\u2019estime.<br>Elle lui apportait la paix.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">26.10.2002<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Un homme vivait tr\u00e8s heureux.Il avait trois amis intimes :L\u2019amour, l\u2019amiti\u00e9 et l\u2019estime.Lequel pr\u00e9f\u00e9rait-il d\u2019entre eux ? L\u2019amour, sans doute, direz-vous,L\u2019amour sans qui on ne peut vivre,Il s\u2019en grisait, en \u00e9tait ivre.Mais l\u2019amour \u00e9tait un peu fou. Moins inflammable qu\u2019amadouEtait l\u2019amiti\u00e9, bien plus sage.Elle vieillissait avec l\u2019\u00e2ge.C\u2019\u00e9tait un sentiment tr\u00e8s doux. Dissipant un nuage \u00e9pais,Il [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-144","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/144","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=144"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/144\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":582,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/144\/revisions\/582"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=144"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}