{"id":99,"date":"2016-01-08T16:30:50","date_gmt":"2016-01-08T15:30:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/onirismes\/?page_id=99"},"modified":"2020-01-31T21:16:19","modified_gmt":"2020-01-31T20:16:19","slug":"des-rails","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/mots-et-images\/sombres-sonnets\/des-rails\/","title":{"rendered":"Des Rails"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-9d6595d7 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"361\" height=\"400\" src=\"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/page3.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1056\" srcset=\"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/page3.png 361w, http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/page3-271x300.png 271w, http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/page3-135x150.png 135w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 361px) 100vw, 361px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<p>\nLe train m\u2019emm\u00e8ne loin. Je n\u2019avais plus la force<br>De regarder mes bois, mes branches qui se brisent<br>Sous le grand bulldozer. Broc\u00e9liande agonise.<br>J\u2019ai referm\u00e9 mon c\u0153ur, j\u2019ai durci mon \u00e9corce.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Le train m\u2019emm\u00e8ne loin. Me voici r\u00e9sign\u00e9e.<br>Sans couronne de lierre ou robe de feuillage,<br>Je vivrai, engloutie parmi tous ces visages.<br>La dryade d\u00e9chue fuit vers la ville \u00e9loign\u00e9e.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Le train marque l\u2019arr\u00eat. Arriv\u00e9e \u00e0 la gare,<br>Je me mets \u00e0 pleurer. Sur les quais laids, blafards<br>Tout est gris, m\u00eame l\u2019air, et le tronc de ce h\u00eatre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>J\u2019approche et sous mes pieds, l\u2019asphalte est craquel\u00e9,<br>Les racines de l&rsquo;arbre ont su le transpercer.<br>Maintenant je souris, la for\u00eat va renaitre.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Le train m\u2019emm\u00e8ne loin. Je n\u2019avais plus la forceDe regarder mes bois, mes branches qui se brisentSous le grand bulldozer. Broc\u00e9liande agonise.J\u2019ai referm\u00e9 mon c\u0153ur, j\u2019ai durci mon \u00e9corce. Le train m\u2019emm\u00e8ne loin. Me voici r\u00e9sign\u00e9e.Sans couronne de lierre ou robe de feuillage,Je vivrai, engloutie parmi tous ces visages.La dryade \u2026 <a class=\"continue-reading-link\" href=\"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/mots-et-images\/sombres-sonnets\/des-rails\/\"> Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr; <\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":69,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-99","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/99","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=99"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/99\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1057,"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/99\/revisions\/1057"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/69"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}