{"id":357,"date":"2022-08-08T09:01:06","date_gmt":"2022-08-08T09:01:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=357"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:28:35","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:28:35","slug":"les-mirages-de-lamour-ou-a-une-jeune-fille-de-quinze-ans","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/les-mirages-de-lamour-ou-a-une-jeune-fille-de-quinze-ans\/","title":{"rendered":"Les mirages de l\u2019amour ou \u00c0 une jeune fille de quinze ans"},"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\">Ma m\u00e8re avait, dans son corsage,<br>Une m\u00e9moire d\u2019\u00e9l\u00e9phant.<br>Elle disait : \u00ab\u00a0Fille, soit sage,<br>L\u2019amour n\u2019est pas un jeu d\u2019enfant.\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ses promesses sont utopiques.<br>Il est frivole et farfelu<br>Et s\u2019il arrive qu\u2019il te pique,<br>C\u2019est que tu l\u2019auras bien voulu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Il te fera voir tout en rose,<br>Te jettera la poudre aux yeux.<br>Par le pouvoir dont il dispose,<br>Tout te semblera merveilleux.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Il se servira du mensonge<br>M\u00eame parfois, \u00e0 l\u2019occasion<br>Et tu feras de jolis songes,<br>Pleins de candeur et d\u2019illusions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mais, pour ne pas t\u2019\u00eatre aper\u00e7ue<br>De quelque d\u00e9faut bien cach\u00e9,<br>Tu risques fort d\u2019\u00eatre d\u00e9\u00e7ue,<br>Plus tard, lorsque tout est g\u00e2ch\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Toute folie est passag\u00e8re.<br>Il faut r\u00e9fl\u00e9chir \u00e0 deux fois<br>Pour \u00e9viter peine l\u00e9g\u00e8re,<br>Ou peine grave, quelquefois.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">20.11.2003<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ma m\u00e8re avait, dans son corsage,Une m\u00e9moire d\u2019\u00e9l\u00e9phant.Elle disait : \u00ab\u00a0Fille, soit sage,L\u2019amour n\u2019est pas un jeu d\u2019enfant.\u00a0\u00bb Ses promesses sont utopiques.Il est frivole et farfeluEt s\u2019il arrive qu\u2019il te pique,C\u2019est que tu l\u2019auras bien voulu. Il te fera voir tout en rose,Te jettera la poudre aux yeux.Par le pouvoir dont il dispose,Tout te semblera [&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-357","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/357","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=357"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/357\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":619,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/357\/revisions\/619"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=357"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}