{"id":367,"date":"2022-08-08T09:09:19","date_gmt":"2022-08-08T09:09:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=367"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:18:43","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:18:43","slug":"linfirmiere","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/linfirmiere\/","title":{"rendered":"L\u2019infirmi\u00e8re"},"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\">Non ! Je ne l\u2019aime pas d\u2019amour<br>Et bien qu\u2019elle ait beaucoup de charme<br>Et que, dans ses yeux, tour \u00e0 tour,<br>Brillent le sourire et les larmes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mais avec elle, \u00e0 tout moment,<br>Je me sens tout de suite \u00e0 l\u2019aise.<br>Elle me parle doucement,<br>Aussit\u00f4t mes peines s\u2019apaisent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La douleur m\u00eame dispara\u00eet<br>Quand elle soigne ma blessure<br>Qui s\u2019ouvre et saigne sans arr\u00eat<br>Et sa douce voix me rassure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cet ange de la compassion<br>Est-elle avocate, ou fermi\u00e8re ?<br>Pourquoi cette interrogation ?<br>C\u2019est une modeste infirmi\u00e8re<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Et c\u2019est, sans m\u00eame le savoir,<br>Qu\u2019entre ses mains incomparables<br>Elle d\u00e9tient ce grand pouvoir<br>De r\u00e9parer l\u2019irr\u00e9parable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">6.11.2003<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Non ! Je ne l\u2019aime pas d\u2019amourEt bien qu\u2019elle ait beaucoup de charmeEt que, dans ses yeux, tour \u00e0 tour,Brillent le sourire et les larmes. Mais avec elle, \u00e0 tout moment,Je me sens tout de suite \u00e0 l\u2019aise.Elle me parle doucement,Aussit\u00f4t mes peines s\u2019apaisent. La douleur m\u00eame dispara\u00eetQuand elle soigne ma blessureQui s\u2019ouvre et saigne [&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-367","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/367","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=367"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/367\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":585,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/367\/revisions\/585"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=367"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}