Le d\u00e9sir d\u2019a\u00adgir chante son pareil quand les choses
\nSe lient, \u00e9qui\u00adva\u00adlentes ; et le temps de tra\u00advail fig\u00e9
\nMesure la valeur d\u2019u\u00adsage ; tra\u00advail abs\u00adtrait o\u00f9 le produit
\nNe se com\u00adpare au mat\u00e9\u00adriau, o\u00f9 les nuances confondues
\nCachent aux yeux de tous leur usage premier.
\nEt si les choses \u00e9taient des mots, elles diraient : Le Jour est
\nPareil \u00e0 la Nuit, pareil \u00e0 nous, mais selon nos bons ma\u00eetres
\nDans l\u2019\u00e9\u00adchange figure \u00e0 peine l\u2019u\u00adsage des choses,
\nTout s\u2019a\u00adch\u00e8te pour \u00eatre ven\u00addu et la valeur dispose.
\nC\u2019est \u00e0 bon droit que nous fuyons qui nous a faites
\nQuand on s\u2019empresse de nous tenir en compagnie ;
\nMais voyez, le com\u00admerce dissimule
\nLes effets du tra\u00advail humain
\nQue la valeur a d\u00e9tourn\u00e9.<\/p>\n

On croit que la copie vaut bien l\u2019original
\nTout comme le billet vaut l\u2019or de bon aloi,
\nC\u2019est un flux conti\u00adnu, un cir\u00adcuit qui induit
\nNotre \u00eatre \u2013 las\u00ads\u00e9 d\u2019\u00eatre id\u00e9al,
\nLivr\u00e9 au tour\u00adbillon des crises. Fini les anciens
\nMa\u00eetres \u2013 le tra\u00advail pro\u00adduit une richesse inou\u00efe
\nQui dis\u00adpose l\u2019es\u00adpace, nous focalise
\nEt loca\u00adlise la production :
\nSous l\u2019ap\u00adpa\u00adrence des faits, on ploie des volont\u00e9s ;
\nPar la divi\u00adsion du tra\u00advail, le tra\u00advail d\u00e9passe
\nNotre mal\u00adadresse \u2013 tra\u00advail ven\u00addu pour
\nArgent comp\u00adtant, mais sans b\u00e9n\u00e9fice,
\nM\u00eame si on tire la langue, les yeux band\u00e9s ;
\nC\u2019est pour\u00adquoi la valeur s\u2019\u00e9\u00adloigne du travail,
\nPlus-value pr\u00e9\u00advi\u00adsible \u2013 actes discordants.<\/p>\n

Les mains, le c\u0153ur ne savent mesu\u00adrer notre valeur
\nEt de toute envie de per\u00adfec\u00adtion ne reste qu\u2019un projet,
\nNos vies ont len\u00adte\u00adment dis\u00adpo\u00ads\u00e9 nos sens \u00e0 se r\u00e9jouir ;
\nOh, cette ardeur r\u00e9v\u00e8le bien ce que nous sommes :
\nFa\u00e7ons de faire, et non mani\u00e8res de d\u00e9faire \u2013 le tout
\nEn tra\u00advail mort, atteint par les outrages du temps ;
\nLes puis\u00adsants confisquent les pro\u00adduits du travail
\nEt nous voi\u00adci confon\u00addus sit\u00f4t qu\u2019on nous entrave \u2013
\nEt plus on tra\u00advaille vite, moins on a de m\u00e9rite \u2013
\nC\u2019est \u00e9vident, la plus-value augmente
\nEn rap\u00adport direct avec le rythme impos\u00e9 :
\nChoses en vrac, un tas, mais que le temps accorde
\n\u00c0 la vie qui d\u00e9borde \u2013 c\u2019est encore l\u2019ou\u00advrage de l\u2019esprit :
\nD\u00e8s que cesse le tra\u00advail, c\u2019est en nous qu\u2019il grandit.<\/p>\n

La lumi\u00e8re exc\u00e8de les bornes que le jour nous impose,
\nVoici qu\u2019un jour touche \u00e0 sa fin. Les pauvres sont accabl\u00e9s,
\nUn cran de plus dans l\u2019en\u00adgre\u00adnage du temps \u2013
\nSans espoir de perdre ce car\u00adcan o\u00f9 s\u2019\u00e9tranglent
\nLes tour\u00adments du monde, mais avec cette fureur
\nCalme que portent en eux les obs\u00adcurs, l\u2019es\u00adpoir bloqu\u00e9,
\nSt\u00e9rile, le regard implo\u00adrant \u2013 des masques vous guettent :
\nPuisqu\u2019on nous prend pour des choses, qu\u2019on soit aus\u00adsi bien trait\u00e9 ;
\nAppr\u00e9ciez donc en nous cette lumi\u00adno\u00adsi\u00adt\u00e9 des choses
\nElle porte l\u2019es\u00adprit vers la lumi\u00e8re que l\u2019in\u00adfi\u00adni localise :
\nCe n\u2019est pas aujourd\u2019\u00adhui mais demain qui nous focalise.
\nNul ne peut nous conna\u00eetre s\u2019il ne nous retrouve ;
\nLes hommes ni le temps ne nous \u00e9prouvent, mais au r\u00e9veil
\nLe tra\u00advail nous rebute car il nous masque et nous d\u00e9guise,
\nOn nous prend pour des machines humaines.<\/p>\n

Dissimulation \u2013 \u00e7a p\u00e8se sur les bonnes mani\u00e8res \u2013
\nUne s\u00e9rie de sot\u00adtises bien fice\u00adl\u00e9es finissent par s\u2019imposer,
\nMais \u00e7a ne tient pas debout ; on nous voit comme des choses
\nEncha\u00een\u00e9es au pro\u00adgr\u00e8s, allant vers le rejet de la pleine lumi\u00e8re \u2013
\nDans l\u2019ef\u00adfroi des machines on voit la per\u00adver\u00adsion de l\u2019usage.
\nNotre \u00e9poque a per\u00adver\u00adti ses vis\u00e9es d\u2019abondance :
\nChoses. Nous n\u2019a\u00advons pas tou\u00adjours connu cette discordance \u2013
\nLa mal\u00adveillance de l\u2019in\u00adt\u00e9\u00adr\u00eat, du pro\u00adfit et de la rente \u2013 le calcul
\nDe la plus-value, for\u00admu\u00adlable en tra\u00advail \u2013 la source
\nDe toute richesse indue est un gain non d\u00e9clar\u00e9.
\nVision qui \u00e9va\u00adcue la terre et l\u2019ouvrier \u2013
\nDivision de la plus-value, usure des machines
\nMais tou\u00adjours cet aiguillon du tra\u00advail aus\u00adsi vif
\nQue la lumi\u00e8re \u00e0 son tour ani\u00adm\u00e9e par un travail.<\/p>\n

Voici, nous sommes des choses, disons un quan\u00adtum d\u2019actions
\nUn cer\u00adtain pro\u00adduit d\u2019\u00e9ner\u00adgie et de temps, pass\u00e9
\nDans les mots et les rimes que le chant appelle,
\nEt ce champ force l\u2019abs\u00adtrac\u00adtion \u00e0 passer
\nDes lois de la valeur \u00e0 la valeur appro\u00adch\u00e9e d\u2019une \u0153uvre.<\/p>\n

Le regard tour\u00adn\u00e9 vers l\u2019ac\u00adtion voit l\u2019a\u00admour porter
\nL\u2019apparence des choses li\u00e9es, \u00e9qui\u00adva\u00adlentes ; \u2013 \u00e9value
\nValeur et mesure que cha\u00adcun accorde \u00e0 l\u2019a\u00admour, le labeur
\nVisible des \u00eatres, abs\u00adtrac\u00adtion-sen\u00adsa\u00adtion ; \u00e9va\u00adlue les ressemblances
\n(Mi-spon\u00adta\u00adn\u00e9es, mi-com\u00adpo\u00ads\u00e9es) et mul\u00adtiples nuances
\nQue pr\u00e9\u00adsente la nature : Benedict a un voisin
\nQui rous\u00adp\u00e8te : \u00ab Mince un piaf a gob\u00e9 ma mai\u00adson \u00bb : lueur
\nDe la nuit o\u00f9 l\u2019on voit les \u00e9toiles (notre guide vers les p\u00f4les) ;
\nSit\u00f4t fleu\u00adri, l\u2019\u0153illet perd ses p\u00e9tales et c\u00e8de la place
\n\u00c0 la giro\u00adfl\u00e9e \u2013 Non, \u00e7a n\u2019est pas du d\u00e9lire (\u00e7a existe
\nTout seul ; \u00e7a vit sans per\u00admis\u00adsion), voyez ceux
\nDont la vue rayonne, \u00ab Et j\u2019i\u00adrai, visiteurs,
\nChercher le c\u0153ur des choses, l\u2019a\u00admour ; au S\u00e9jour des \u00c2mes
\nNul amour tra\u00adfi\u00adqu\u00e9 \u2013 pen\u00ads\u00e9es d\u2019a\u00admour pour l\u2019es\u00adpoir abdiqu\u00e9. \u00bb<\/p>\n

Quel besoin pour quel motif : la per\u00adfec\u00adtion du r\u00e9el \u2013
\nPour l\u2019a\u00admour le corps est pr\u00eat \u00e0 deve\u00adnir embl\u00e8me
\nEt nour\u00adrit sans arr\u00eat la pen\u00ads\u00e9e que le plai\u00adsir attise.
\nFid\u00e8le \u00e0 la pen\u00ads\u00e9e, jamais le corps ne s\u2019\u00e9puise
\nL\u2019id\u00e9al amou\u00adreux de l\u2019a\u00admour, spi\u00adrale men\u00adtale. Supplique
\nEn sus\u00adpens ; plus un mot, la langue fourche
\nEt souffre de m\u00ealer ain\u00adsi la pen\u00ads\u00e9e vive et ses balises
\nO\u00f9 les reflets des choses conti\u00adnuel\u00adle\u00adment se focalisent,
\nSubstance non sou\u00admise aux pr\u00e9\u00advi\u00adsions humaines ;
\nLibre, elle existe, elle aime. Bient\u00f4t ron\u00adg\u00e9e par les vers,
\nInutile de pleur\u00adni\u00adcher, \u00e7a ne fait ni pous\u00adser les roses,
\nNi pas\u00adser le der\u00adnier souffle ; de l\u00e0, il existe une gr\u00e2ce
\nD\u2019o\u00f9 pro\u00advient la force qui incite amour \u00e0 voir
\nQue le corps est bien avi\u00ads\u00e9 de res\u00adter comme il est.<\/p>\n

Vertu enflamme la valeur et met l\u2019a\u00admour en liesse.
\nVoici l\u2019\u00e9\u00adpure par\u00adfaite et l\u2019u\u00adnique tra\u00adc\u00e9 d\u2019une
\nPuissance dont les humbles n\u2019\u00e9prouvent
\nPas la coh\u00e9\u00adrence ; le corps, plus habile, mieux dispos\u00e9
\nAnime maints esprits dont les vis\u00e9es font, de la m\u00e9prise,
\nUne errance \u2013 Mais la seule emprise est l\u2019a\u00admour : c\u2019est lui
\nQui efface les fautes envers soi et autrui, la parole
\nContrainte, le r\u00eave contra\u00adri\u00e9 que l\u2019on fait au r\u00e9veil ; nulle
\nEntrave ne vient des germes dont se nour\u00adrit la force ;
\nSimple rap\u00adpel du d\u00e9clin quant les amours d\u00e9clinent ;
\nLes den\u00adte\u00adlures du pis\u00adsen\u00adlit font tou\u00adjours des heureux
\nCar la fan\u00adtai\u00adsie lui pr\u00eate aus\u00adsi\u00adt\u00f4t belle allure ;
\nMais la nuit tra\u00eene au-del\u00e0 de son heure, le soleil
\nRejoint sa vraie nature, et la m\u00e9prise prend fin.<\/p>\n

L\u2019amour exc\u00e8de les bornes que le jour lui impose \u2013
\nLa sombre haine se trompe ; dou\u00adleur, fureur, blessure,
\nM\u00e9chants atours du res\u00adsen\u00adti\u00adment, mais l\u2019es\u00adpoir \u2013 l\u2019amour
\nVoit l\u2019ob\u00adjet dont sa cause pro\u00adc\u00e8de, il voit se frayer
\nDans les choses le che\u00admin du pr\u00e9\u00adsent, du futur, voit la borne
\nD\u00e9risoire du pas\u00ads\u00e9, pas \u00e0 pas, l\u2019\u00e9\u00adcho sonore d\u2019un regard,
\nLa perte \u2013 L\u2019amour voit ces choses dont cha\u00adcune s\u2019annonce :
\n\u00ab Il nous incombe, il nous revient d\u2019\u00eatre au moins choses
\nD\u2019amour ; on les voit filer dans les v\u0153ux, lumi\u00e8re que l\u2019infini
\nLocalise, gerbe de joyaux ou d\u2019en\u00adcens qui se focalise.
\nNul ne nous conna\u00eet vrai\u00adment, si ce n\u2019est par amour,
\nLe temps ne nous change pas, nous sommes, aimons, br\u00fblons
\nDes sar\u00adments de m\u00e9moire, \u00e9vi\u00adtant l\u2019\u00e9\u00adcueil des faux-semblants.
\nce que les hommes invoquent en nous, c\u2019est l\u2019\u00e9ternel. \u00bb<\/p>\n

Un sage se voue sans r\u00e9serve \u00e0 la pi\u00e9t\u00e9,
\nIl vit dans le bien et non dans l\u2019er\u00adreur. Le chant
\nS\u2019affirme sous l\u2019emprise de l\u2019a\u00admour, retour de lumi\u00e8re
\n\u00c0 l\u2019es\u00adprit, joie qui impose \u00e0 la mort, au bord de la patience,
\nDe frei\u00adner son ardeur. Rare et p\u00e9nible m\u00e9rite : sous l\u2019emprise
\nDe l\u2019a\u00admour la perte d\u00e9tour\u00adn\u00e9e s\u2019empare du visage souffrant
\nSous le regard d\u2019Apollon : Ai<\/em>, Ai<\/em>, Hyacinthe, vision de p\u00e9tales \u2013
\nToute rup\u00adture est un vif acquies\u00adce\u00adment ; humeurs subtiles
\nChiffr\u00e9es et d\u00e9chif\u00adfr\u00e9es par ami\u00adti\u00e9, image rescap\u00e9e
\nQui rel\u00e8ve de la vigi\u00adlance, image agres\u00ads\u00e9e par
\nLe men\u00adsonge qui la br\u00fble, claire image disparue ;
\nTransmutation de la d\u00e9ri\u00adsion en chan\u00adson, clart\u00e9
\nImp\u00e9rissable, conna\u00eetre ce qui anime toute action.<\/p>\n

L\u2019amour parle : \u00ab dans les villes sac\u00adca\u00adg\u00e9es, il y a moins d\u2019action.
\nLa douce giro\u00adfl\u00e9e n\u2019est plus de sai\u00adson. Pleure maintenant,
\nL\u2019emprise de l\u2019a\u00admour rime avec une chan\u00adson aberrante
\nAvec votre aber\u00adra\u00adtion. Choses li\u00e9es, \u00e9quivalentes ;
\nSinon, com\u00adment \u00e9va\u00adluer la dis\u00adtance de l\u2019a\u00admour au loin\u2026 \u00bb<\/p>\n

\n
An impulse to action sings of a semblance
\nOf things rela\u00adted as equa\u00adted values,
\nThe mea\u00adsure all use is time congea\u00adled labor
\nIn which abs\u00adtrac\u00adtion things keep no resemblance
\nTo goods crea\u00adted ; inte\u00adgra\u00adted all hues
\nHide their natu\u00adral use to one or one\u2019s neighbor.
\nSo that were the things they could say : Light is
\nLike night is like us when we meet our mentors
\nUse hard\u00adly enters into their exchanges,
\nBought to be sold things, our value arranges ;
\nWe flee people who made us as a right is
\nWhose sight is quick to choose use as frequenters,
\nBut see our cen\u00adters do not show the changes
\nOf human labor our value estranges.<\/p>\n
Values in series taking on as real
\nWe affect rea\u00addy gold a stea\u00addy token
\nFlows in unbro\u00adken cir\u00adcuit and induces
\nOur being, wea\u00adries of us as ideal
\nEquals that hea\u00addy crises eddy. Broken
\nMentors, uns\u00adpo\u00adken wealth labor produces,
\nNow loom as causes dis\u00adpo\u00adsing our loci,
\nThe foci of pro\u00adduc\u00adtion : things reflected
\nAs will sub\u00adjec\u00adted ; for\u00admed in the division
\nOf labor, labor takes on our imprecision \u2013
\nBought, indu\u00adced by gold at no gain, though close eye
\nAnd gross sigh fixed upon gain have effected
\nValue erec\u00adted on labor, prevision
\nOf sur\u00adplus value, dis\u00adpa\u00adrate decision.<\/p>\n
Hands, heart, not value made us, and of any
\nDesired per\u00adfec\u00adtion the pro\u00adjec\u00adtion solely,
\nLives wor\u00adked us slow\u00adly to delight the senses,
\nOf their fire shall you find us, of the many
\nActs of direc\u00adtion not defec\u00adtion \u2013 wholly
\nDead labor, low\u00adlier with time\u2019s offenses,
\nAssumed things of labor powers extorted
\nSo thwar\u00adted we are toge\u00adther impeded \u2013
\nThe labor spee\u00added while our worth decreases \u2013
\nNaturally sur\u00adplus value increases
\nBeing inci\u00addent to the place exhorted :
\nUnsorted, indrawn, but things that time ceded
\nTo life excee\u00added \u2013 not change, the mind pieces
\nThe expanse of labor in us when it ceases.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Light acts beyond the phase day wills us into
\nCall a matu\u00adrer day, the poor are torn \u2013 a
\nPawl to adorn a rat\u00adchet \u2013 hope dim \u2013 eying
\nMove cangues, conjoi\u00adned the coils of things they thin to,
\nWith allayed furor the obs\u00adcu\u00adrer bourne, a
\nStopped hope unworn, a voi\u00adced look, mask espying
\nThat, as things, men want in us yet behoove us,
\nDisprove us least as things of light appearing
\nTo the will gea\u00adring to light\u2019s infi\u00adnite locus :
\nNot today but tomor\u00adrow in their focus.
\nNo one real\u00adly knows us who does not prove us,
\nNone or times move us but that we wake searing
\nThe labor vee\u00adring from guises which cloak us,
\nas ani\u00admate ins\u00adtru\u00adments men invoke us.<\/p>\n
Dissemble \u2013 pled\u00adging com\u00adplexions so guarded \u2013
\nCast of plied error leaves such error asserted
\nBut stand obver\u00adted, men sight us things joi\u00adned to
\nChange itself edging the full light discarded \u2013
\nIn machines\u201d ter\u00adror a use there averted \u2013
\nTimes have sub\u00adver\u00adted the plen\u00adty they point to :
\nThings, we have not always known this division \u2013
\nMisprision of inter\u00adest, pro\u00adfit, rent \u2013 coded
\nSurplus, deco\u00added as labor \u2013 evaded
\nAs gain the source of all wealth so degraded
\nThe land and the wor\u00adker elude the vision \u2013
\nA scis\u00adsion of sur\u00adplus and use corroded
\nAnd still, things goa\u00added by labor, nor faded,
\nBut like light in which its action was aided.<\/p>\n
We are things, say, like a quan\u00adtum of action
\nDefined pro\u00adduct of ener\u00adgy and time, now
\nIn these words which rhyme now how song\u2019s exaction
\nForces abs\u00adtrac\u00adtion to turn from equated
\nValues to labor we have approximated.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
An eye to action sees love bear the semblance
\nOf things, rela\u00adted is equa\u00adted, \u2013 values
\nThe mea\u00adsure all use who conceive love, labor
\nMen see, abs\u00adtrac\u00adtion they feel, the resemblance
\n(Part, self-crea\u00adted, inte\u00adgra\u00adted) all hues
\nShow to natu\u00adral use, like Benedict\u2019s neighbor
\nCrying his hall\u2019s flown into the bird : Light is
\nThe night iso\u00adla\u00adted by stars (poled mentors)
\nBlossom eye\u00adlet enters pea\u00adling with such changes
\nAs sweet alys\u00adsum, that not-mad\u00adness, (ranges
\nIn itself, there tho acting without right) is \u2013
\nWhose sight is rays, \u00ab I shall go ; the frequenters
\nThat search our cen\u00adters, love ; Elysium exchanges
\nNo desires ; its thought loves what hope estranges. \u00bb<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Such need may see rea\u00adson, the per\u00adfect real \u2013
\nA body rea\u00addy as love\u2019s stea\u00addy token
\nFed thought unbro\u00adken as plea\u00adsure induces \u2013
\nTrue to thought wea\u00adries never its ideal
\nThat loves love, head, eve\u00adry eddy. Broken
\nPlea, best uns\u00adpo\u00adken, a lip\u2019s change produces
\nSuffers to confuse this thought and its loci,
\nThe foci of things time\u00adless\u00adly reflected \u2013
\nSubstance sub\u00adjec\u00adted to no human prevision,
\nFree as exists it loves : worms dig ; imprecision
\nOf indi\u00adgna\u00adtion can\u00adnot make the rose high
\nOr close sigh, the\u00adrein bles\u00adsed\u00adness effected
\nThru power has direc\u00adted love to envision
\nWhere body is it bears a like decision.<\/p>\n
Virtue flames value, mer\u00adriment love \u2013 any
\nCompassed per\u00adfec\u00adtion a pro\u00adjec\u00adtion solely
\nPower, the low\u00adly do not tune the senses ;
\nMore apt, more salu\u00adta\u00adry body moves many
\nMinds whose direc\u00adtion makes defec\u00adtion wholly
\nVague. This sole lee is love : from it offences
\nTo self or others die, and the extorted
\nWord, thwar\u00adted dream with eyes open ; impeded
\nNot by things see\u00added from which strength increases ;
\nRemindful of its deaths as loves decreases ;
\nHappy with the dan\u00adde\u00adlion unsorted,
\nWell-sor\u00adted by ima\u00adgi\u00adna\u00adtion speeded
\nTo it, excee\u00added night lasts, the sun pieces
\nIn neces\u00adsa\u00adry nature, error ceases.<\/p>\n
Love acts beyond the phase day wills it into \u2013
\nHate is obs\u00adcure, errs, is pain, furor, torn \u2013 a
\nLust to adorn aver\u00adsion, hope \u2013 love eying
\nIts object joi\u00adned to its cause, sees path into
\nThings the future or now, that poo\u00adrer bourne, a
\nPast, a step, a worn, a voi\u00adced look, gone \u2013 eying
\nThese, each in itself is saying, \u00ab behoove us,
\nDisprove us least as things of love appearing
\nIn a wish gea\u00adring to light\u2019s infi\u00adnite locus,
\nBalm or jewel\u00adweed is accor\u00adding to focus.
\nNo one real\u00adly knows us who does not love us,
\nTime does not move us, we are and love, searing
\nRemembrance \u2013 vee\u00adring from guises which cloak us,
\nSo defi\u00adned as eter\u00adnal, men invoke us. \u00bb<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A wise man pled\u00adging pie\u00adty unguarded
\nLives good not error. By love\u2019s heir are asserted
\nSong, light obver\u00adted to mind, joy enjoi\u00adned to
\nLeast death, act edging patience, envy discarded ;
\nDifficult rare excel\u00adlence, love\u2019s heir, averted
\nLoss seize the hurt head Apollo\u2019s eyes point to :
\nAi, Ai Hyacinthus, the petals in vision \u2013
\nThe scis\u00adsion living acquies\u00adcence, coded
\nTempers deco\u00added for friend\u00adship, evaded
\nImage recur\u00adring to vigi\u00adlance, raided
\nBy fal\u00adse\u00adhood bur\u00adning it clear to the vision,
\nDerision trans\u00admu\u00adted by laugh\u00adter, goaded
\nVoice hol\u00adding the node at heart, song, unfaded
\nUnderstanding whe\u00adre\u00adby action is aided.<\/p>\n
Love speaks : \u00ab in wra\u00adcked cities there is less action,
\nSweet alys\u00adsum some\u00adtimes is not of time ; now
\nWeep, love\u2019s heir, rhyme now how song\u2019s exaction
\nIs your dis\u00adtrac\u00adtion \u2013 rela\u00adted is equated,
\nHow else is love\u2019s dis\u00adtance approximated. \u00bb<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Le d\u00e9sir d\u2019a\u00adgir chante son pareil quand les choses Se lient, \u00e9qui\u00adva\u00adlentes ; et le temps de tra\u00advail fig\u00e9 Mesure la valeur d\u2019u\u00adsage ; tra\u00advail abs\u00adtrait o\u00f9 le pro\u00adduit Ne se com\u00adpare au mat\u00e9\u00adriau, o\u00f9 les nuances confon\u00addues Cachent aux yeux de tous leur usage pre\u00admier. Et si les choses \u00e9taient des mots, elles diraient : Le Jour est Pareil [\u2026]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"quote","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"wp_typography_post_enhancements_disabled":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15837","post","type-post","status-publish","format-quote","hentry","category-non-classe","post_format-post-format-quote"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15837","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15837"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15837\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15837"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15837"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15837"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}