{"id":359,"date":"2022-08-08T09:02:46","date_gmt":"2022-08-08T09:02:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=359"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:28:44","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:28:44","slug":"les-mots-damour","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/les-mots-damour\/","title":{"rendered":"Les mots d\u2019amour"},"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\">Souvent, apr\u00e8s le mariage,<br>Mari ou femme a bien chang\u00e9,<br>Oubliant, en prenant de l\u2019\u00e2ge<br>Les doux mots jadis \u00e9chang\u00e9s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Il n\u2019y a plus, douceur extr\u00eame,<br>De mots gentils, de mots c\u00e2lins,<br>Plus de \u00ab\u00a0ch\u00e9ri\u00a0\u00bb, plus de \u00ab\u00a0je t\u2019aime\u00a0\u00bb,<br>Plus de petits gestes malins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">C\u2019est comme apr\u00e8s un incendie,<br>Quand le feu s\u2019est enfin \u00e9teint<br>Et que la cendre est refroidie.<br>Est-ce l\u2019amour qui a d\u00e9teint,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Est-ce d\u00e9j\u00e0 la lassitude,<br>Bien avant l\u2019heure, ou la ranc\u0153ur,<br>Ou la d\u00e9testable habitude<br>Qui vient s\u2019installer dans le c\u0153ur,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Chassant, comme bouc \u00e9missaire,<br>Le mot qu\u2019elle ne conna\u00eet plus<br>Le mot d\u2019amour, si n\u00e9cessaire<br>Mais qui lui para\u00eet superflu ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sans amour sinc\u00e8re et fid\u00e8le,<br>Le mariage est un faux pas,<br>Sans mots d\u2019amour, sans bagatelle,<br>La vie \u00e0 deux n\u2019existe pas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">3.11.2003<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Souvent, apr\u00e8s le mariage,Mari ou femme a bien chang\u00e9,Oubliant, en prenant de l\u2019\u00e2geLes doux mots jadis \u00e9chang\u00e9s. Il n\u2019y a plus, douceur extr\u00eame,De mots gentils, de mots c\u00e2lins,Plus de \u00ab\u00a0ch\u00e9ri\u00a0\u00bb, plus de \u00ab\u00a0je t\u2019aime\u00a0\u00bb,Plus de petits gestes malins. C\u2019est comme apr\u00e8s un incendie,Quand le feu s\u2019est enfin \u00e9teintEt que la cendre est refroidie.Est-ce l\u2019amour qui [&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-359","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/359","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=359"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/359\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":620,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/359\/revisions\/620"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}