{"id":78,"date":"2022-08-06T05:37:21","date_gmt":"2022-08-06T05:37:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=78"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:06:40","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:06:40","slug":"coups-de-gueule","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/coups-de-gueule\/","title":{"rendered":"Coups de gueule"},"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&rsquo;est bien connu, trop parler nuit,<br>Et n&rsquo;apporte que des ennuis.<br>Les mots vont, et, sur la lanc\u00e9e,<br>Parfois d\u00e9passent la pens\u00e9e.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Chevaux fougueux, chevaux fringants,<br>Et qui soudain, se fatiguant,<br>Font demi-tour, et puis s&rsquo;arr\u00eatent,<br>Et qui se retrouvent tout b\u00eates,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sans horizon, sans lendemain,<br>Venant de perdre leur chemin,<br>Tapent du sabot, et pi\u00e9tinent,<br>\u00c0 grands coups de collier, s&rsquo;obstinent,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Tournent encore, et, rassur\u00e9s,<br>Partent d&rsquo;un pas plus mesur\u00e9.<br>Ainsi s&rsquo;en vont les mots, plus sages,<br>Moins r\u00e9volt\u00e9s, apr\u00e8s l&rsquo;orage,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Et disparaissent dans la nuit.<br>Bient\u00f4t, on n&rsquo;entend plus de bruit.<br>O\u00f9 allaient-ils, qui les anime,<br>Et quelle est cette force intime<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Qui les fait aller de l&rsquo;avant ?<br>Est-ce le courage, ou le vent ?<br>Quelle est cette force invisible,<br>Inattendue, impr\u00e9visible,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Qui existe, ou n&rsquo;existe pas,<br>Et qui semble guider leurs pas,<br>Eclaire le ciel et l&#8217;embrase,<br>Qui n&rsquo;a pour armes que des phrases ?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>C&rsquo;est bien connu, trop parler nuit,Et n&rsquo;apporte que des ennuis.Les mots vont, et, sur la lanc\u00e9e,Parfois d\u00e9passent la pens\u00e9e. Chevaux fougueux, chevaux fringants,Et qui soudain, se fatiguant,Font demi-tour, et puis s&rsquo;arr\u00eatent,Et qui se retrouvent tout b\u00eates, Sans horizon, sans lendemain,Venant de perdre leur chemin,Tapent du sabot, et pi\u00e9tinent,\u00c0 grands coups de collier, s&rsquo;obstinent, Tournent encore, [&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-78","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/78","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=78"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/78\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":553,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/78\/revisions\/553"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=78"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}