{"id":3740,"date":"2014-01-16T15:50:13","date_gmt":"2014-01-16T13:50:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3740"},"modified":"2014-01-16T15:50:13","modified_gmt":"2014-01-16T13:50:13","slug":"roman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3740","title":{"rendered":"Roman"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"20121023_182018\" href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/20121023_182018.png\" rel=\"prettyPhoto-img\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3741\" alt=\"20121023_182018\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/20121023_182018-250x250.png\" width=\"250\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/20121023_182018-250x250.png 250w, https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/20121023_182018-150x150.png 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">Roman<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>On n&#8217;est pas s\u00e9rieux, quand on a dix-sept ans.<br \/> &#8211; Un beau soir, foin des bocks et de la limonade,<br \/> Des caf\u00e9s tapageurs aux lustres \u00e9clatants !<br \/> &#8211; On va sous les tilleuls verts de la promenade.<\/p>\n<p> Les tilleuls sentent bon dans les bons soirs de juin !<br \/> L&#8217;air est parfois si doux, qu&#8217;on ferme la paupi\u00e8re ;<br \/> Le vent charg\u00e9 de bruits &#8211; la ville n&#8217;est pas loin &#8211;<br \/> A des parfums de vigne et des parfums de bi\u00e8re&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p> II<\/p>\n<p> -Voil\u00e0 qu&#8217;on aper\u00e7oit un tout petit chiffon<br \/> D&#8217;azur sombre, encadr\u00e9 d&#8217;une petite branche,<br \/> Piqu\u00e9 d&#8217;une mauvaise \u00e9toile, qui se fond<br \/> Avec de doux frissons, petite et toute blanche&#8230;<\/p>\n<p> Nuit de juin ! Dix-sept ans ! &#8211; On se laisse griser.<br \/> La s\u00e8ve est du champagne et vous monte \u00e0 la t\u00eate&#8230;<br \/> On divague ; on se sent aux l\u00e8vres un baiser<br \/> Qui palpite l\u00e0, comme une petite b\u00eate&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p> III<\/p>\n<p> Le coeur fou Robinsonne \u00e0 travers les romans,<br \/> Lorsque, dans la clart\u00e9 d&#8217;un p\u00e2le r\u00e9verb\u00e8re,<br \/> Passe une demoiselle aux petits airs charmants,<br \/> Sous l&#8217;ombre du faux col effrayant de son p\u00e8re&#8230;<\/p>\n<p> Et, comme elle vous trouve immens\u00e9ment na\u00eff,<br \/> Tout en faisant trotter ses petites bottines,<br \/> Elle se tourne, alerte et d&#8217;un mouvement vif&#8230;.<br \/> &#8211; Sur vos l\u00e8vres alors meurent les cavatines&#8230;<\/p>\n<p> IV<\/p>\n<p> Vous \u00eates amoureux. Lou\u00e9 jusqu&#8217;au mois d&#8217;ao\u00fbt.<br \/> Vous \u00eates amoureux. &#8211; Vos sonnets La font rire.<br \/> Tous vos amis s&#8217;en vont, vous \u00eates mauvais go\u00fbt.<br \/> &#8211; Puis l&#8217;ador\u00e9e, un soir, a daign\u00e9 vous \u00e9crire&#8230;!<\/p>\n<p> &#8211; Ce soir-l\u00e0,&#8230; &#8211; vous rentrez aux caf\u00e9s \u00e9clatants,<br \/> Vous demandez des bocks ou de la limonade..<br \/> &#8211; On n&#8217;est pas s\u00e9rieux, quand on a dix-sept ans<br \/> Et qu&#8217;on a des tilleuls verts sur la promenade.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>Arthur Rimbaud<\/blockquote><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3740","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3740","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3740"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3740\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3743,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3740\/revisions\/3743"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3740"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3740"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3740"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}