{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Sarah Roubato","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.sarahroubato.com\/en","author_name":"Sarah Roubato","author_url":"https:\/\/www.sarahroubato.com\/en\/author\/sarah\/","title":"Le go\u00fbt des fruits qu'on trouve sur le chemin - Sarah Roubato","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"8xgJeKbdx3\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.sarahroubato.com\/en\/cequinousarrive\/fruits\/\">Le go\u00fbt des fruits qu&#8217;on trouve sur le chemin<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sarahroubato.com\/en\/cequinousarrive\/fruits\/embed\/#?secret=8xgJeKbdx3\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Le go\u00fbt des fruits qu&#8217;on trouve sur le chemin&#8221; &#8212; Sarah Roubato\" data-secret=\"8xgJeKbdx3\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";var e=!1,o=!1;if(l.querySelector)if(d.addEventListener)e=!0;if(d.wp=d.wp||{},!d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage)if(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if(t)if(t.secret||t.message||t.value)if(!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var r,a,i,s=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),n=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),c=0;c<n.length;c++)n[c].style.display=\"none\";for(c=0;c<s.length;c++)if(r=s[c],e.source===r.contentWindow){if(r.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message){if(1e3<(i=parseInt(t.value,10)))i=1e3;else if(~~i<200)i=200;r.height=i}if(\"link\"===t.message)if(a=l.createElement(\"a\"),i=l.createElement(\"a\"),a.href=r.getAttribute(\"src\"),i.href=t.value,o.test(i.protocol))if(i.host===a.host)if(l.activeElement===r)d.top.location.href=t.value}}},e)d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",t,!1),d.addEventListener(\"load\",t,!1);function t(){if(!o){o=!0;for(var e,t,r,a=-1!==navigator.appVersion.indexOf(\"MSIE 10\"),i=!!navigator.userAgent.match(\/Trident.*rv:11\\.\/),s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),n=0;n<s.length;n++){if(!(r=(t=s[n]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\")))r=Math.random().toString(36).substr(2,10),t.src+=\"#?secret=\"+r,t.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",r);if(a||i)(e=t.cloneNode(!0)).removeAttribute(\"security\"),t.parentNode.replaceChild(e,t);t.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:r},\"*\")}}}}(window,document);\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/www.sarahroubato.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/le-go\u00fbt-des-fruits-scaled.jpg","thumbnail_width":1920,"thumbnail_height":2560,"description":"J\u2019ai le souvenir d\u2019exp\u00e9riences jouissives avec les fruits. Ce ne sont pas ceux que j\u2019aurais pu trouver sur le march\u00e9, ou qu\u2019on m\u2019aurait fait go\u00fbter. Ce sont les fruits que j\u2019ai pu trouver en me promenant, par hasard. Les prunes au bord d\u2019un verger entre deux villages du Gers, sur une route \u00e9cras\u00e9e de chaleur. [&hellip;]"}