{"id":855,"date":"2015-02-07T14:42:27","date_gmt":"2015-02-07T12:42:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/locus-solus-fr.net\/?p=855"},"modified":"2018-10-06T19:00:30","modified_gmt":"2018-10-06T17:00:30","slug":"la-poesie-ce-matin-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/?p=855","title":{"rendered":"La po\u00e9sie ce matin (21)"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">VOLEURS<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Toujours la mer rouvre ses volets, apr\u00e8s une pause de sable. La prosodie tordue des vagues, dans la nuit sourde, cogne. Puis, vers l\u2019aube, la courbe s\u2019inverse, on capte le tempo cach\u00e9. Tout se met en place pour la peur.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Le ciel est un grand z\u00e8bre d\u2019orage, d\u00e9charn\u00e9, hors d\u2019atteinte. Les vitres plient sous le poids du sommeil. Dans les couloirs, sur les branches, les singes luttent en grima\u00e7ant. Partout, la poudre, la fum\u00e9e, le plaisir montant en colima\u00e7on jusqu\u2019\u00e0 la chambre derni\u00e8re o\u00f9 tu attends.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">J\u2019ai mis mon scaphandre de cuir, mon casque de verre, ma ceinture \u00e9corch\u00e9e. Je tremble. Tu souris. Le lit est roul\u00e9 en boule. Le silence est enfin nettoy\u00e9 par le large.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">Luc Dellisse, <a href=\"http:\/\/lecormier.be\/2015\/02\/sorties-du-temps\/\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Sorties du temps<\/em><\/a>.<br \/>\nLe Cormier, 2015.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" height=\"375\" width=\"500\" src=\"http:\/\/lecormier.be\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/sortiesdutemps.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; VOLEURS Toujours la mer rouvre ses volets, apr\u00e8s une pause de sable. La prosodie tordue des vagues, dans la nuit sourde, cogne. Puis, vers l\u2019aube, la courbe s\u2019inverse, on capte le tempo cach\u00e9. Tout se met en place pour la peur. Le ciel est un grand z\u00e8bre d\u2019orage, d\u00e9charn\u00e9, hors d\u2019atteinte. Les vitres plient [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[599],"tags":[595,492],"class_list":["post-855","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesie","tag-la-poesie-ce-matin","tag-luc-dellisse"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/855","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=855"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/855\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=855"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=855"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=855"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}