{"id":74,"date":"2022-08-06T05:32:27","date_gmt":"2022-08-06T05:32:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=74"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:14:31","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:14:31","slug":"inspiration","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/inspiration\/","title":{"rendered":"L&rsquo;inspiration"},"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\">Puisqu&rsquo;ils avaient l&rsquo;art de mentir,<br>Et de tout, de se divertir,<br>Comme de grands enfants s&rsquo;amusent,<br>Les anciens l&rsquo;appelaient : la muse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Quand elle vient, l&rsquo;inspiration,<br>Tout comme la respiration,<br>Sans m\u00eame qu&rsquo;on ne le d\u00e9sire,<br>Et doucement, comme on respire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Elle vous \u00e9tonne et surprend,<br>Vous souffle les mots, vous apprend<br>La beaut\u00e9, la douceur de vivre,<br>Qu&rsquo;on ne trouve pas dans les livres,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Et l&rsquo;enthousiasme, et la passion,<br>Et l&rsquo;art, et l&rsquo;imagination.<br>Incognito, et invisible,<br>Inattendue, impr\u00e9visible,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sans tintamarre, ni flonflon,<br>Pourtant, son silence en dit long,<br>Mais son \u00e9loquence est muette,<br>Sa pr\u00e9sence, toujours discr\u00e8te,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dans un obscur rayonnement,<br>Qui parfois, et soudainement<br>Brille comme une grande f\u00eate,<br>Comme une flamme d&rsquo;allumette.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Tout \u00e0 coup plong\u00e9 dans le noir,<br>On reste seul, et dans l&rsquo;espoir<br>De cette pr\u00e9sence irr\u00e9elle,<br>De sa gr\u00e2ce surnaturelle.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Puisqu&rsquo;ils avaient l&rsquo;art de mentir,Et de tout, de se divertir,Comme de grands enfants s&rsquo;amusent,Les anciens l&rsquo;appelaient : la muse. Quand elle vient, l&rsquo;inspiration,Tout comme la respiration,Sans m\u00eame qu&rsquo;on ne le d\u00e9sire,Et doucement, comme on respire. Elle vous \u00e9tonne et surprend,Vous souffle les mots, vous apprendLa beaut\u00e9, la douceur de vivre,Qu&rsquo;on ne trouve pas dans les [&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-74","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/74","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=74"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/74\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":578,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/74\/revisions\/578"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}