{"id":448,"date":"2012-10-28T20:24:37","date_gmt":"2012-10-28T19:24:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/savoue.patoue.fr\/2012\/10\/28\/ma-boema\/"},"modified":"2012-10-28T20:24:37","modified_gmt":"2012-10-28T19:24:37","slug":"ma-boema","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sabaudia-mrs.org\/index.php\/2012\/10\/28\/ma-boema\/","title":{"rendered":"Ma bo\u00e9ma"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dje m’en al\u00ec, los pungs dens mes fattes for\u00e8s ;<\/span>
Mon palet\u00f4 avou\u00e8 yl torn\u00e8t id\u00e9al ;<\/span>
Dj’al\u00ec d’sot lo ciel, Muse ! Et dj’\u00e9ro ton f\u00e9al ;<\/span>
Oh la la ! Que de franc belles am\u00f4rs songi\u00e8s !<\/span><\/p>\n

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Ma culota unecca l’av\u00e8t un grant pertuit,<\/span>
P’ti\u00f4t-Pog\u00e8t sonj\u00f4r, dje sen\u00ec dens ma corsi<\/span>
De rimes, Mon ob\u00e8rge l’\u00e9re u grant-char\u00e8t.<\/span>
Mes \u00e9t\u00eales u ciel l’aviont un soyo bruit<\/span><\/p>\n

Et dje les acot\u00ec, asset\u00e2 u bord dles rotes,<\/span>
\u00e7los bons v\u00earos de setembro on que dje sent\u00ec de gotes<\/span>
de ros\u00e2 a mon front, come un vin de vig\u00f4r ;<\/span><\/p>\n

On, riment u menten dles ombres fantastecques<\/span>
Coment de lires, tiravo los elasteccos<\/span>
De mos sol\u00e2rs meurtris, un pia a pia mon cor !<\/span><\/p>\n

Laurent Dam\u00e9 30\/09\/2012<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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Ma boh\u00e8me<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Je m’en allais, les poings dans mes poches crev\u00e9es ;
Mon paletot aussi devenait id\u00e9al ;
J’allais sous le ciel, Muse ! et j’\u00e9tais ton f\u00e9al ;
Oh ! l\u00e0 ! l\u00e0 ! que d’amours splendides j’ai r\u00eav\u00e9es !<\/p>\n

Mon unique culotte avait un large trou.
– Petit-Poucet r\u00eaveur, j’\u00e9grenais dans ma course
Des rimes. Mon auberge \u00e9tait \u00e0 la Grande-Ourse.
– Mes \u00e9toiles au ciel avaient un doux frou-frou<\/p>\n

Et je les \u00e9coutais, assis au bord des routes,
Ces bons soirs de septembre o\u00f9 je sentais des gouttes
De ros\u00e9e \u00e0 mon front, comme un vin de vigueur ;<\/p>\n

O\u00f9, rimant au milieu des ombres fantastiques,
Comme des lyres, je tirais les \u00e9lastiques
De mes souliers bless\u00e9s, un pied pr\u00e8s de mon coeur !<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dje m’en al\u00ec, los pungs dens mes fattes for\u00e8s ;Mon palet\u00f4 avou\u00e8 yl torn\u00e8t id\u00e9al ;Dj’al\u00ec d’sot lo ciel, Muse ! Et dj’\u00e9ro ton f\u00e9al ;Oh la la ! Que de franc belles am\u00f4rs songi\u00e8s !<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[53],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-448","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-textes-en-arpitan"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabaudia-mrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/448","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabaudia-mrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabaudia-mrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabaudia-mrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabaudia-mrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=448"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sabaudia-mrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/448\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabaudia-mrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=448"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabaudia-mrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=448"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabaudia-mrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=448"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}