{"id":393,"date":"2022-08-08T09:31:31","date_gmt":"2022-08-08T09:31:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=393"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:34:45","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:34:45","slug":"regrets","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/regrets\/","title":{"rendered":"Regrets"},"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\">C\u2019est apr\u00e8s qu\u2019ils nous quitt\u00e9s,<br>Alors que d\u00e9j\u00e0 le temps passe,<br>Qu\u2019on s\u2019aper\u00e7oit, en v\u00e9rit\u00e9,<br>Qu\u2019ils tenaient une grande place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nous \u00e9tions aveugles et sourds,<br>Et c\u2019est trop tard quand on d\u00e9couvre<br>Qu\u2019ils sont morts de manque d\u2019amour,<br>Lorsque la terre les recouvre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Quand on lisait dans leur regard<br>La bont\u00e9, la sollicitude,<br>On en t\u00e9moignait peu d\u2019\u00e9gards<br>Puisqu\u2019on en avait l\u2019habitude.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Quand ils vivaient \u00e0 la maison,<br>Pour mieux soulager leur d\u00e9tresse,<br>On e\u00fbt d\u00fb leur donner raison<br>Bien avant qu\u2019ils ne disparaissent<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Quelquefois seuls et d\u00e9laiss\u00e9s<br>Dans des conditions mis\u00e9rables.<br>Mais, en partant, ils ont laiss\u00e9<br>Au c\u0153ur un vide irr\u00e9parable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">24.8.2003<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>C\u2019est apr\u00e8s qu\u2019ils nous quitt\u00e9s,Alors que d\u00e9j\u00e0 le temps passe,Qu\u2019on s\u2019aper\u00e7oit, en v\u00e9rit\u00e9,Qu\u2019ils tenaient une grande place. Nous \u00e9tions aveugles et sourds,Et c\u2019est trop tard quand on d\u00e9couvreQu\u2019ils sont morts de manque d\u2019amour,Lorsque la terre les recouvre. Quand on lisait dans leur regardLa bont\u00e9, la sollicitude,On en t\u00e9moignait peu d\u2019\u00e9gardsPuisqu\u2019on en avait l\u2019habitude. Quand ils [&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-393","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/393","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=393"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/393\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":654,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/393\/revisions\/654"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=393"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}