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<\/a>Message d’un p\u00e8re \u00e0 sa fille, lettre d’amour et portrait \u00e0 la fois, marque de tendresse et d’admiration, les bras et le c\u0153ur ouverts avec pudeur et discr\u00e9tion. La vie pose sur nos fragilit\u00e9s un tumulte de questions, dont les r\u00e9ponses ne sont encore \u00e9crites nulle part. On ne peut \u00eatre qu’un (re)p\u00e8re au dessus des d\u00e9ferlantes, un regard pos\u00e9 “comme un phare sur la jet\u00e9e”<\/em>, qui \u00e9claire sans conduire, une pr\u00e9sence bienveillante, apaisante, un refuge..<\/p>\n(Photo Eric Vernazobres)<\/p>\n Cliquez sur la fl\u00e8che ci-dessous pour \u00e9couter l’extrait de la chanson… Sixi\u00e8me extrait de l’album “(fr)agiles”… Message d’un p\u00e8re \u00e0 sa fille, lettre d’amour et portrait \u00e0 la fois, marque de…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"rop_custom_images_group":[],"rop_custom_messages_group":[],"rop_publish_now":"initial","rop_publish_now_accounts":{"facebook_10222809492399760_447542911964690":"","twitter_361935561_361935561":""},"rop_publish_now_history":[],"rop_publish_now_status":"pending","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-210","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-non-classe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.yvesduteil.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/210","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.yvesduteil.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.yvesduteil.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.yvesduteil.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.yvesduteil.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=210"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.yvesduteil.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/210\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.yvesduteil.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=210"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.yvesduteil.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=210"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.yvesduteil.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=210"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n“…T’aimer,
\nComme on aime un enfant qui dort
\n\u00catre une amarre dans tous tes ports
\nSans pour autant monter \u00e0 bord,
\nT’aimer toutes voiles dehors.”<\/em><\/p>\n
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"