{"id":98130,"date":"2012-06-22T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-06-21T22:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:53809\/?p=98130"},"modified":"2012-06-22T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-06-21T22:00:00","slug":"jour-de-froidure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/?p=98130","title":{"rendered":"Jour de froidure"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><em>Extrait de :&nbsp;<\/em><\/span>Les Chemins sans retour<br \/><\/strong><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 8px; color: #333333;\">1991 &#8211; EDR &#8211; ISBN 2-9505634-1-4 &#8211; Couverture Luc Brahy &copy;1991<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; line-height: 120%; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; vertical-align: middle;\">J&rsquo;ai travers&eacute; les sensations &eacute;parses qui me s&eacute;paraient de toi,<br \/>cherchant, avec attention, tes traces sur le sentier de mon d&eacute;sarroi.<br \/>J&rsquo;ai racont&eacute; aux gens de passage ton sourire et l&rsquo;or de tes cheveux,<br \/>mais j&rsquo;ai vu sur leur visage fleurir des regards malheureux.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; line-height: 120%; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; vertical-align: middle;\">J&rsquo;ai entendu le gravier hurler sous la morsure de mes pas,<br \/>&eacute;corch&eacute; mes yeux aux bordures de chaque pierre, de chaque croix.<br \/>Les bouquets malades n&rsquo;&eacute;taient que des fant&ocirc;mes plastiques<br \/>aux couleurs tristes et fades, aux allures path&eacute;tiques.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; line-height: 120%; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; vertical-align: middle;\">Enfin, sur le marbre noir, vierge de toute inscription,<br \/>mon doigt, sans le vouloir, dans la poussi&egrave;re a trac&eacute; un sillon<br \/>et ensuite un second, puis un autre encore,<br \/>lib&eacute;rant ton pr&eacute;nom du royaume des morts.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; line-height: 120%; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; vertical-align: middle;\">Plus personne ne vient prendre de tes nouvelles, te parler des amis,<br \/>te conter les histoires si belles comme quand nous &eacute;tions petits.<br \/>Ne pleure plus quand le vent devient froid dans les all&eacute;es vides de joie,<br \/>ne pleure plus et je ne pleurerai pas sur notre amiti&eacute; couch&eacute;e l&agrave;.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; line-height: 120%; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; vertical-align: middle;\"><em><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: Verdana; line-height: normal; font-size: 8px;\">Jean-Claude Di Ruocco<\/span><\/em><span class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"line-height: 12px;\">&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Extrait de :&nbsp;Les Chemins sans retour1991 &#8211; EDR &#8211; ISBN 2-9505634-1-4 &#8211; Couverture Luc Brahy &copy;1991 J&rsquo;ai travers&eacute; les sensations &eacute;parses qui me s&eacute;paraient de toi,cherchant, avec attention, tes traces sur le sentier de mon d&eacute;sarroi.J&rsquo;ai racont&eacute; aux gens de passage ton sourire et l&rsquo;or de tes cheveux,mais j&rsquo;ai vu sur leur visage fleurir des&hellip;&nbsp;<a href=\"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/?p=98130\" class=\"\" rel=\"bookmark\">Lire la suite &raquo;<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Jour de froidure<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10249,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"neve_meta_sidebar":"","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"","neve_meta_content_width":0,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-98130","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poemes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98130","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=98130"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98130\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10249"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=98130"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=98130"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=98130"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}