{"id":791,"date":"2016-04-21T14:02:29","date_gmt":"2016-04-21T13:02:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/?p=791"},"modified":"2016-04-21T14:02:29","modified_gmt":"2016-04-21T13:02:29","slug":"drosera","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/2016\/04\/21\/drosera\/","title":{"rendered":"Drosera"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"spip\">Quand je vivais \u00e0 Pigalle<br \/>\n\u00c0 l\u2019\u00e9poque o\u00f9 j\u2019avais faim<br \/>\nJ\u2019allais chanter pour cent balles<br \/>\nEt souvent moins<\/p>\n<p class=\"spip\">Une brune d\u00e9l\u00e9t\u00e8re<br \/>\nAu corsage captivant<br \/>\nM\u2019initiait \u00e0 ses myst\u00e8res<br \/>\nSur un divan<\/p>\n<p class=\"spip\">Elle avait un tatouage<br \/>\nGrav\u00e9 sur le haut du bras<br \/>\nUne fleur de mar\u00e9cage\u00a0:<br \/>\nUn drosera<\/p>\n<p class=\"spip\">Et quand elle \u00f4tait ses nippes<br \/>\nLorsque roulaient ses cheveux<br \/>\nJ\u2019oubliais Dieu, ses principes\u00a0:<br \/>\nJ\u2019ouvrais les yeux<\/p>\n<p class=\"spip\">Dans les volutes du chanvre<br \/>\nCependant que je l\u2019aimais<br \/>\nLe papier peint de la chambre<br \/>\nDisparaissait<\/p>\n<p class=\"spip\">Et je voyais des savanes<br \/>\nEt des soleils ondoyant<br \/>\nComme du p\u00e9trole en flamme<br \/>\nSur l\u2019Oc\u00e9an<\/p>\n<p class=\"spip\">Odeurs de sang et d\u2019urine<br \/>\nUn matin je l\u2019ai trouv\u00e9e<br \/>\nUn poignard dans la poitrine<br \/>\nAssassin\u00e9e<\/p>\n<p class=\"spip\">Il se pourrait qu\u2019\u00e0 Pigalle<br \/>\n\u00c0 l\u2019\u00e9poque o\u00f9 j\u2019avais faim<br \/>\nJ\u2019aie chant\u00e9 pour les cent balles<br \/>\nD\u2019un assassin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Quand je vivais \u00e0 Pigalle \u00c0 l\u2019\u00e9poque o\u00f9 j\u2019avais faim J\u2019allais chanter pour cent balles Et souvent moins Une brune d\u00e9l\u00e9t\u00e8re Au corsage captivant M\u2019initiait \u00e0 ses myst\u00e8res Sur un divan Elle avait un tatouage Grav\u00e9 sur le haut du bras Une fleur de mar\u00e9cage\u00a0: Un drosera Et quand elle \u00f4tait ses nippes Lorsque roulaient [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[55,61],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s7OdVV-drosera","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/791"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=791"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/791\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":792,"href":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/791\/revisions\/792"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=791"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=791"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/francoiscorbier.com\/corbier\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=791"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}