{"id":353,"date":"2022-08-08T08:58:02","date_gmt":"2022-08-08T08:58:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=353"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:15:00","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:15:00","slug":"lenfant-du-siecle","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/lenfant-du-siecle\/","title":{"rendered":"L\u2019enfant du si\u00e8cle"},"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\">Sans parti pris, haine, rancune<br>Et sans m\u00e9chancet\u00e9 aucune,<br>L\u2019enfant regarde et sa vision,<br>Exempte de toute illusion,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Comme les pages d\u2019une histoire,<br>Se grave au fond de sa m\u00e9moire.<br>Rien ne fausse son jugement.<br>Il ne sait pas que l\u2019homme ment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Pour lui, \u00e0 son \u00e2me ing\u00e9nue,<br>La v\u00e9rit\u00e9 se montre nue.<br>Il enregistre. Il a tout bon<br>Et n\u2019a pas besoin de pardon<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Puisque son \u00e2me est innocente<br>Et sa candeur si \u00e9mouvante.<br>Avec un tout autre regard,<br>Ayant grandi, un peu plus tard,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Lorsqu\u2019il visionnera le disque,<br>Ayant acquis le go\u00fbt du risque,<br>Il d\u00e9couvrira l\u2019aper\u00e7u,<br>Et sera sans doute d\u00e9\u00e7u,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Peut-\u00eatre saisi d\u2019\u00e9pouvante,<br>En voyant ce que l\u2019homme invente,<br>D\u00e9plorant l\u2019action des nations,<br>En proie \u00e0 la consternation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00c0 moins qu\u2019en ce nid de vip\u00e8res,<br>Ayant perdu tous ses rep\u00e8res,<br>Il n\u2019ex\u00e9cute ses bourreaux<br>Pour m\u00e9riter quelques bravos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">30.11.2003<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sans parti pris, haine, rancuneEt sans m\u00e9chancet\u00e9 aucune,L\u2019enfant regarde et sa vision,Exempte de toute illusion, Comme les pages d\u2019une histoire,Se grave au fond de sa m\u00e9moire.Rien ne fausse son jugement.Il ne sait pas que l\u2019homme ment. Pour lui, \u00e0 son \u00e2me ing\u00e9nue,La v\u00e9rit\u00e9 se montre nue.Il enregistre. Il a tout bonEt n\u2019a pas besoin de [&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-353","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/353","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=353"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/353\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":580,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/353\/revisions\/580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=353"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}