RETOUR <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Son d\u00e9sir de communaut\u00e9 \u00e9tait parvenu \u00e0 son terme RETOUR Son d\u00e9sir de communaut\u00e9 \u00e9tait parvenu \u00e0 son termeDes ossements seulement jonchaient le solEt rien ne touchait la cime encore de son r\u00eaveMais les jours d\u00e9clinants \u00e9taient concentr\u00e9sDans une pierre bancale \u00e0 l\u2019or\u00e9e de toujoursRien ne s\u2019\u00e9tait produit et livr\u00e9 \u00e0 ce doute de soiQu\u2019une grande lacune, une d\u00e9ch\u00e9ance ouverteEt les grands jeux de […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.angle-vivant.net\/florages\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13121"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.angle-vivant.net\/florages\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.angle-vivant.net\/florages\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.angle-vivant.net\/florages\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.angle-vivant.net\/florages\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13121"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.angle-vivant.net\/florages\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13121\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38140,"href":"https:\/\/www.angle-vivant.net\/florages\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13121\/revisions\/38140"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.angle-vivant.net\/florages\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.angle-vivant.net\/florages\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.angle-vivant.net\/florages\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Des ossements seulement jonchaient le sol
Et rien ne touchait la cime encore de son r\u00eave
Mais les jours d\u00e9clinants \u00e9taient concentr\u00e9s
Dans une pierre bancale \u00e0 l\u2019or\u00e9e de toujours
Rien ne s\u2019\u00e9tait produit et livr\u00e9 \u00e0 ce doute de soi
Qu\u2019une grande lacune, une d\u00e9ch\u00e9ance ouverte
Et les grands jeux de jamais \u00e9taient r\u00e9duits \u00e0 ce silence
Dans les grandes ruines et art\u00e8res d\u2019une ancienne ville
C\u2019\u00e9tait la campagne qui n\u2019\u00e9tait rien non plus
Que d\u2019anciens silos et d\u2019anciennes demeures
Mortes \u00e0 pr\u00e9sent dans le grand \u00e9tui des jours
Et d\u2019une nature m\u00e9connaissable<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"