{"id":201,"date":"2007-03-12T20:59:56","date_gmt":"2007-03-12T18:59:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/archives\/generateur-blanc-8"},"modified":"2012-05-11T22:13:57","modified_gmt":"2012-05-11T21:13:57","slug":"generateur-blanc-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/?p=201","title":{"rendered":"G\u00c3\u00a9n\u00c3\u00a9rateur blanc"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>14h19. 1\u00c2\u00b0c. La ville d\u00c3\u00a9gouline, elle ruisselle. L&rsquo;eau coule le long des pentes, en petites cascades, parfois boueuses. L&rsquo;eau entra\u00c3\u00aene avec elle les graviers et la poussi\u00c3\u00a8re, les m\u00c3\u00a9gots accumul\u00c3\u00a9s alors que la neige recouvrait tout.<br \/>\nJe suis les petits affluents le long de la pente. Je descends jusqu&rsquo;au St. Laurent.<br \/>\nLes gens sortent. Des joggers apparaissent. Ils sortent de nulle part. Je les croise \u00c3\u00a0 chaque coin de rue. Les gens se souviennent de leur corps. Ils disent \u00ab\u00a0je m\u00e2\u20ac\u2122en rappelle\u00a0\u00bb. \u00ab\u00a0Je me souviens\u00a0\u00bb. Par leur course, ils \u00c3\u00a9voquent le beau temps, la douceur, la chaleur. Ils courent entre deux temp\u00c3\u00aates. Ou en direction de la prochaine. Ils acc\u00c3\u00a9l\u00c3\u00a8rent, ils s&rsquo;acc\u00c3\u00a9l\u00c3\u00a8rent. Ils circulent. \u00c3\u2021a. Comme des \u00c3\u00a9lectrons. Avec l\u00e2\u20ac\u2122eau, c\u00e2\u20ac\u2122est une v\u00c3\u00a9ritable \u00c3\u00a9lectrolyse.<br \/>\nLa ville prend un nouveau visage. Sale, plus rugueux, plus angulaire, mais plus net.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image202\" src=\"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/03\/lettre.jpg\" alt=\"lettre.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>14h19. 1\u00c2\u00b0c. La ville d\u00c3\u00a9gouline, elle ruisselle. L&rsquo;eau coule le long des pentes, en petites cascades, parfois boueuses. L&rsquo;eau entra\u00c3\u00aene avec elle les graviers et la poussi\u00c3\u00a8re, les m\u00c3\u00a9gots accumul\u00c3\u00a9s alors que la neige recouvrait tout. Je suis les petits&#8230; <a class=\"read-more-button\" href=\"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/?p=201\">(SAVOIR PLUS)<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[294],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/201"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=201"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/201\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5006,"href":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/201\/revisions\/5006"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=201"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=201"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=201"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}