{"id":48850,"date":"2022-11-13T15:40:22","date_gmt":"2022-11-13T15:40:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/?p=48850"},"modified":"2022-11-13T15:40:23","modified_gmt":"2022-11-13T15:40:23","slug":"et-nos-tristes-ruisseaux","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/?p=48850","title":{"rendered":"Et nos tristes ruisseaux…"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Ce matin, je plantais les f\u00e8ves et les petits pois.
La terre \u00e9tait s\u00e8che…
Il y a deux jours, je courais les jolis coins de l’Alta Rocca, je n’avais r\u00e9colt\u00e9 que petits bijoux.
Je suis all\u00e9 faire un tour du c\u00f4t\u00e9 des rivi\u00e8res, l’onde \u00e9tait tristounette, elle chantait avec un chat dans la gorge, on l’entendait \u00e0 peine.
Alors, que d’ordinaire elle virevolte, sautille, serpente, saute et bondit dans des petits lacs, elle boitait bas et avan\u00e7ait p\u00e9niblement, faisait presque du surplace, par endroit dormante, tr\u00e8s assoupie sur son cours, elle \u00e9tait alit\u00e9e quasiment grabataire..
Aucune m\u00e9lodie, pas le moindre gazouillement, le ruisseau \u00e9tait aphone. Pas un glouglou, ni glougloup, seul le frissonnement des feuillages \u00ab\u00a0automnisants\u00a0\u00bb animait faiblement le silence.
Eole semblait fatigu\u00e9 aussi, passait timidement parmi les feuilles et les d\u00e9crochait, une \u00e0 une, deux par deux, pas plus, l’antique vieillard avait perdu son souffle.
Tout, aux alentours de l’eau, semblait en apoplexie silencieuse…
Les aulnes qui bordent la rivi\u00e8re \u00e9taient tristes \u00e0 mourir.
On se serait cru \u00e0 des fun\u00e9railles, le v\u00e9g\u00e9tal environnant en calvitie pr\u00e9coce, les branches jointes, saluait le langoureux cort\u00e8ge de l’eau moribonde.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Quand nos rivi\u00e8res, qui deviennent torrents imp\u00e9tueux au moindre orage, se font rus, c’est le blues au bord de l’eau, les jardins assoiff\u00e9s tirent leurs langues de chiendents \u00e9bouriff\u00e9s, la terre totalement alt\u00e9r\u00e9e…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Et puis, au loin, le cormoran jouait avec le bleu marin…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ce matin, je plantais les f\u00e8ves et les petits pois.La terre \u00e9tait s\u00e8che…Il y a deux jours, je courais les jolis coins de l’Alta Rocca, je n’avais r\u00e9colt\u00e9 que petits bijoux.Je suis all\u00e9 faire un tour du c\u00f4t\u00e9 des rivi\u00e8res, l’onde \u00e9tait tristounette, elle chantait avec un chat dans la gorge, on l’entendait \u00e0 peine.Alors,Lire la suite de \u00ab\u00a0Et nos tristes ruisseaux…\u00a0\u00bb<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":48853,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[34],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48850","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-vie"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/IMG_1548.jpg","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paTogX-cHU","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48850","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=48850"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48850\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48865,"href":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48850\/revisions\/48865"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/48853"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=48850"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=48850"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lecoursdelavie.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=48850"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}