{"id":3119,"date":"2016-08-28T02:11:34","date_gmt":"2016-08-28T01:11:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=3119"},"modified":"2016-08-28T02:11:34","modified_gmt":"2016-08-28T01:11:34","slug":"flocon-de-neige","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/flocon-de-neige\/","title":{"rendered":"Flocon de Neige"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Flocon<\/p>\n

Dans une temp\u00eate de neige, je me suis d\u00e9j\u00e0 trouv\u00e9
\nAvec les champs et les arbres tout blancs autour
\nHabill\u00e9 de noir sur ce tapis blanc
\nJ’ai march\u00e9 dans la lumi\u00e8re p\u00e2le de la lune
\nComme je regardais ce charmant monde
\nUn flocon solitaire sur mon bras atterrit
\nJe le regardai de pr\u00e8s, vit comment il \u00e9tait fait,
\nComme il fondait \u00e0 la chaleur de mon souffle
\nMaintenant il est fondu, et j’y pense en souriant,
\nComme le vin \u00e0 Canaa, la fin \u00e9tait le mieux
\nN’est-ce pas merveilleux comme la nature nous trompe
\nChacun ressemble \u00e0 l’autre, mais chacun est diff\u00e9rent
\nUn parmi un million, jamais un n’a un nom
\nTous diff\u00e9rents, sp\u00e9ciaux, et pourtant: tous pareils!<\/p>\n

Translation by Gaspard Tanguay <\/em>
\nThis poem in English<\/a> ! Bulgarian<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dans une temp\u00eate de neige, je me suis d\u00e9j\u00e0 trouv\u00e9 Avec les champs et les arbres tout blancs autour Habill\u00e9 de noir sur ce tapis blanc J’ai march\u00e9 dans la lumi\u00e8re p\u00e2le de la lune Comme je regardais ce charmant monde Un flocon solitaire sur mon bras atterrit Je le …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1894],"tags":[3189,3190,3184],"class_list":["post-3119","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-french-language-poetry","tag-flocon-de-neige","tag-poem-in-french","tag-snowflake","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-Oj","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1743,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/elle-enleve-son-masque\/","url_meta":{"origin":3119,"position":0},"title":"Elle Enleve Son Masque","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"21st May 2010","format":false,"excerpt":"Elle enleve le masque qu'elle montre au monde Derriere lequel elle cache ses soucis Elle craint les juges regards Et tous ses autres visages un autre visage un autre masque un autre masque pour un autre role cherchant a se faire accepter Mere, employee, patron et amis Elle change de\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "1916 Easter Rising"","block_context":{"text":"1916 Easter Rising","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/irelands-wars\/1916-easter-rising\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":699,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/vor-tuyg-keymen-sey\/","url_meta":{"origin":3119,"position":1},"title":"V\u00f6r tuyg keymen sey","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"23rd September 2009","format":false,"excerpt":"V\u00f6r tuyg keymen sey uut \u2019t water ruut, st\u00fcnden up \u2019t land \u2013 elk vagel, elk minsch, elk ding eyn steed\u2019 tw\u00fcschen dey Antarktis un Galway. 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