{"id":507,"date":"2014-07-29T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2014-07-29T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/limo56.dynv6.net\/?p=507"},"modified":"2014-07-29T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2014-07-29T00:00:00","slug":"spleen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/limo56.dynv6.net\/?p=507","title":{"rendered":"Spleen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Quand le ciel bas et lourd p&egrave;se comme un couvercle<\/span><\/em><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Sur l&rsquo;esprit g&eacute;missant en proie aux longs ennuis,<\/span><\/em><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Et que de l&rsquo;horizon embrassant tout le cercle<\/span><\/em><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Il nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits .<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Certains jours, peut-&ecirc;tre est-ce d&ucirc; &agrave; la m&eacute;t&eacute;o, ou &agrave; notre m&eacute;t&eacute;o interne, le po&egrave;me de Charles Baudelaire semble&nbsp; d&eacute;crire si bien notre ressenti.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">La tentation est grande alors de chercher r&eacute;confort dans quelque compulsion comme le chocolat, la TV, un jeu idiot,&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Dans ces cas, sachons nous traiter avec bienveillance, cherchons dans les tr&eacute;sors des jours meilleurs du pass&eacute; ce qui nous a d&eacute;j&agrave; fait du bien et si possible, renon&ccedil;ons &agrave; nous complaire, j&rsquo;allais &eacute;crire nous \u00ab\u00a0complaindre\u00a0\u00bb, dans le spleen pour retrouver un peu de soleil int&eacute;rieur.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Pour moi, ce peut &ecirc;tre par une sortie en plein air, la m&eacute;ditation d&rsquo;un Psaume, l&rsquo;inventaire des choses simples dont je jouis(plut&ocirc;t que de celles que je n&rsquo;ai pas), &#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Allez, le soleil brille encore, au-del&agrave; des nuages.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p class=\"qua-blog-post-description\">Quand le ciel bas et lourd p&egrave;se comme un couvercleSur l&rsquo;esprit g&eacute;missant en proie aux longs ennuis,Et que de l&rsquo;horizon embrassant tout le cercleIl nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits . Certains jours, peut-&ecirc;tre est-ce d&ucirc; &agrave; la m&eacute;t&eacute;o, ou &agrave; notre m&eacute;t&eacute;o interne, le po&egrave;me de Charles Baudelaire semble&nbsp; d&eacute;crire [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-507","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/limo56.dynv6.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/507","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/limo56.dynv6.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/limo56.dynv6.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/limo56.dynv6.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=507"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/limo56.dynv6.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/507\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/limo56.dynv6.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=507"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/limo56.dynv6.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=507"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/limo56.dynv6.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=507"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}