{"id":55,"date":"2022-08-06T05:16:50","date_gmt":"2022-08-06T05:16:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=55"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:27:57","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:27:57","slug":"les-amis","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/les-amis\/","title":{"rendered":"Les amis"},"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\">Il y a ceux, \u00e0 la douzaine,<br>Que l&rsquo;on croise et conna\u00eet \u00e0 peine,<br>et qui se disent vos amis.<br>Sympathiques, toujours bien mis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">C&rsquo;est la f\u00eate apr\u00e8s le car\u00eame !<br>D&#8217;embl\u00e9e, on les croit, on les aime,<br>Et l&rsquo;on est s\u00fbr, en connaisseur,<br>D&rsquo;avoir rencontr\u00e9 l&rsquo;\u00e2me soeur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mais souvent la vie est m\u00e9chante,<br>Et le temps passe, et l&rsquo;on d\u00e9chante<br>Lorsque bient\u00f4t, nous le savons,<br>La belle bulle de savon<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De toutes couleurs, \u00e9carlate,<br>En un \u00e9clair, pouf ! elle \u00e9clate,<br>\u00c0 notre grande d\u00e9ception,<br>\u00c0 la plus l\u00e9g\u00e8re pression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Il y a ceux, bien au contraire,<br>Si longtemps qu&rsquo;on les consid\u00e8re,<br>Qui ont pied ferme, pied marin,<br>Gagnant chaque jour du terrain<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dans notre amour, dans notre estime,<br>Dans notre conviction intime,<br>Et dont nous ressentons l&rsquo;ardeur,<br>Sous leur apparente froideur,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Et s&rsquo;ils vous ont sembl\u00e9 de glace,<br>\u00c0 mesure que le temps passe,<br>On s&rsquo;aper\u00e7oit, en les aimant,<br>Qu&rsquo;ils sont taill\u00e9s dans le diamant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">25.10.2001<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Il y a ceux, \u00e0 la douzaine,Que l&rsquo;on croise et conna\u00eet \u00e0 peine,et qui se disent vos amis.Sympathiques, toujours bien mis. C&rsquo;est la f\u00eate apr\u00e8s le car\u00eame !D&#8217;embl\u00e9e, on les croit, on les aime,Et l&rsquo;on est s\u00fbr, en connaisseur,D&rsquo;avoir rencontr\u00e9 l&rsquo;\u00e2me soeur. Mais souvent la vie est m\u00e9chante,Et le temps passe, et l&rsquo;on d\u00e9chanteLorsque bient\u00f4t, [&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-55","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/55","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=55"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/55\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":615,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/55\/revisions\/615"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=55"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}