{"id":194,"date":"2022-08-07T08:19:49","date_gmt":"2022-08-07T08:19:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=194"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:31:20","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:31:20","slug":"novembre-mois-des-souvenirs","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/novembre-mois-des-souvenirs\/","title":{"rendered":"Novembre mois des souvenirs"},"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\">Parfois je pense et je me dis<br>Que, du dimanche au samedi,<br>Beaucoup trop vite le temps passe<br>Et dispara\u00eet, loin dans l\u2019espace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Il nous reste les souvenirs,<br>Rev\u00e9cus \u00e0 n\u2019en plus finir,<br>Et nous versons parfois des larmes<br>Sur un pass\u00e9 rempli de charme<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Parti sans espoir de retour.<br>Puis il arrive qu\u2019\u00e0 son tour<br>&#8211; Il faut se rendre \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9vidence &#8211;<br>Le pass\u00e9 perd de l\u2019importance :<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Puisqu\u2019il ne reviendra jamais,<br>Nous vivrons sans lui d\u00e9sormais.<br>Les souvenirs alors s\u2019estompent,<br>Qu\u2019on c\u00e9l\u00e9brait en grandes pompes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Et bient\u00f4t nous les d\u00e9laissons<br>En ne gardant que la le\u00e7on,<br>Car, malgr\u00e9 tout ce qu\u2019on raconte,<br>C\u2019est le pr\u00e9sent, d\u2019abord qui compte,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Et qui est comme le ciment<br>Dont on b\u00e2tit les monuments.<br>Les souvenirs, l\u00e9gers, fugaces,<br>Disparaissent en faisant place,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dans un sempiternel repli,<br>\u00c0 l\u2019ingratitude, \u00e0 l\u2019oubli.<br>Transport\u00e9s au loin par les ondes,<br>Ils vivent dans un autre monde<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">25.11.2001<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Parfois je pense et je me disQue, du dimanche au samedi,Beaucoup trop vite le temps passeEt dispara\u00eet, loin dans l\u2019espace. Il nous reste les souvenirs,Rev\u00e9cus \u00e0 n\u2019en plus finir,Et nous versons parfois des larmesSur un pass\u00e9 rempli de charme Parti sans espoir de retour.Puis il arrive qu\u2019\u00e0 son tour&#8211; Il faut se rendre \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9vidence [&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-194","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/194","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=194"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/194\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":636,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/194\/revisions\/636"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=194"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}