tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22416726304017140282024-02-21T05:32:12.482-08:00poésie pour lesMargaux Duseigneurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07283132412889611837noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241672630401714028.post-51176508681279947442012-08-06T05:13:00.000-07:002012-08-06T05:13:19.258-07:00d'après un poème de Boris Vian, Je veux une vie en forme d'arête.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sur une assiette bleue</div>
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Je veux une vie en forme de sable dans des mains</div>
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En forme de pain vert ou de cruche</div>
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De coiffeur sauvage ou d'édredon fou</div>
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</span></span>Margaux Duseigneurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07283132412889611837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241672630401714028.post-21945394588461232452012-05-04T10:40:00.000-07:002012-05-04T10:49:30.084-07:00d'après une chanson de Serge Gainsbourg, La noyée.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">j'ai découvert la fleur qui parle</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">dans un grand champ de romarin</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">pas très loin de la route d'Arles.</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Il était très tôt le matin.</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Une pierre preque violette</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">la soutenait comme un écrin,</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">elle perdait un peu la tête</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">et moi aussi, je le crois bien.</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /> <br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Elle m'a dit de jolies choses</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">et des mots tellement petits</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">que passereaux et passe-roses</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">étaient comme des ombellies.</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /> <br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Elle m'a dit l'une après l'une</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">les paroles d'Evangélie</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">et les serments de Pierrelune</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">aux blancs rendez-vous d'Arcadie.</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /> <br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Les arcs-en-ciel d'offrefontaine,</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">les misériers engoulevents</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">les martins-pêcheurs des fontaines</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">faisaient partie de son plain-chant.</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Elle m'a dit battre frontière,</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">l'opale pâle d'Amélie,</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">les épineuses ombrières, <br />
les grenats grenats d'Alvoisie.</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /> <br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Alors j'avais tant de vacances</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">à écouter parler ma fleur</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">que mon silence de silence</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">peut-être un instant lui fit peur.</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Et j'ai perdu la fleur qui parle</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">dans le grand champ de romarin</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">pas très loin de la route d'Arles</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">un peu de terre dans mes mains.</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: left;" /> </i></span><br />
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Il n’y a qu’un seul amour dans ce monde.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i> Etreindre un corps de femme, c’est aussi retenir contre soi cette joie étrange qui descend du ciel vers la mer.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Tout à l’heure, quand je me jetterai dans les absinthes pour me faire entrer leur parfum dans le corps,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i> j’aurai conscience, contre tous les préjugés, d’accomplir une vérité qui est celle du soleil et sera aussi celle </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>de ma mort. Dans un sens, c’est bien ma vie que je joue ici, une vie à goût de pierre chaude, pleine de soupirs</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i> de la mer et des cigales qui commencent à chanter maintenant. La brise est fraîche et le ciel est bleu.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i> J’aime cette vie avec abandon et veux en parler avec liberté : elle me donne l’orgueil de ma condition d’homme.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i> Pourtant, on me l’a souvent dit : il n’y a pas de quoi être fier. 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C’est à conquérir cela qu’il me faut appliquer ma force et mes ressources.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i> Tout ici me laisse intact, je n’abandonne rien de moi-même, je ne revêts aucun masque ; il me suffit d’apprendre</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> patiemment la difficile science de vivre qui vaut bien tous leurs savoir-vivre.</i></div></div><div style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Un peu avant midi, nous revenions par les ruines vers un petit café au bord du port…..</i></div></div><div style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Jamais je ne restais plus d’une journée à Tipasa. 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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">La voix</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">de travers</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">traverse</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la voie</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">verse</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">en pente</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">en douce voix</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">pente</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">pantelante</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">voix île</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">voix honnie</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">au nid</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">des cils</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">où oscille</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">au front</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">au frontispice</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">du temps</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">du temple</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la voix pliée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">fuite buccale</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">du cal</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">du calice</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la voix étale</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">voix des étals</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">des étalements de graisses</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">et de nerfs</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">tout en poings</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">en poinçons,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">en sons,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">si serrés</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la voix chance</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">chancelante</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la voix haut perchée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sur branche</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la voix blanche</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">comme marbre</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">au soleil</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la voix trace</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">en travers</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">de la voix</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la voix de travers</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la voix traversée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">solide</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">si solidifiée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">en douce</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">déroute</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">en route vers</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la douce voix blanche</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la douce voix retroussée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">trachée ouverte</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">perdre la voix</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">pour perdrix</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">voix volée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">prendre la voie</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">des airs</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">perdre un désert</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">pour un voix</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">libre</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">enfin libérée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">voix haute de gorge</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">et de vallée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la rendre à la voix</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">double</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">dédoublée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">emballée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">dans la voix du sang</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">voix du centre</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">voix multipliée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">voix tronc</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">et la voix</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">d'être ainsi tronquée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">rit</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la voix tronc</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">dit</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">blanche</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">et ne dit plus un seul mot</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ne dit plus lin </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ou linceul</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ne dit plus drap blanc</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">blanchi </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">mais dit</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">dynamitée</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">pour la voix</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">c'est dit ! </span></td></tr>
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J'ai été devant les roues et les machines<br />
Et j'ai dit C'est admirable<br />
Et j'ai été devant les monts immobiles<br />
Et j'ai dit C'est admirable<br />
J'ai été devant les mers bleues les mers vertes<br />
Et j'ai dit C'est admirable<br />
J'ai été devant les arbres des forêts<br />
Et j'ai dit C'est admirable<br />
Et j'ai été devant les grosses bêtes<br />
Et j'ai dit C'est admirable<br />
Et j'ai été devant les petites bêtes<br />
Et j'ai dit C'est admirable<br />
Et j'ai été devant les femmes<br />
Et j'ai dit C'est admirable<br />
Et j'ai été devant les hommes<br />
Et j'ai dit C'est admirable<br />
J'ai été devant l'ombre</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Et j'ai dit C'est admirable<br />
Et devant la lumière<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dans la nuit il y a naturellement les sept merveilles<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />du monde et la grandeur et le tragique et le charme.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Les forêts s’y heurtent confusément avec des créatures de légende<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />cachées dans les fourrés.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Il y a toi.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Dans la nuit il y a le pas du promeneur et celui de l’assassin<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />et celui du sergent de ville et la lumière du réverbère<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />et celle de la lanterne du chiffonnier.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Il y a toi.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Dans la nuit passent les trains et les bateaux et le mirage des pays<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />où il fait jour. Les derniers souffles du crépuscule<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />et les premiers frissons de l’aube.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Il y a toi.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Un air de piano, un éclat de voix.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Une porte claque. Un horloge.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Et pas seulement les êtres et les choses et les bruits matériels.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Mais encore moi qui me poursuis ou sans cesse me dépasse.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Il y a toi l’immolée, toi que j’attends.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Parfois d’étranges figures naissent à l’instant du sommeil et disparaissent.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Quand je ferme les yeux, des floraisons phosphorescentes apparaissent<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />et se fanent et renaissent comme des feux d’artifice charnus.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Des pays inconnus que je parcours en compagnie de créatures.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Il y a toi sans doute, ô belle et discrète espionne.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Et l’âme palpable de l’étendue.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Et les parfums du ciel et des étoiles et le chant du coq d’il y a 2 000 ans<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />et le cri du paon dans des parcs en flamme et des baisers.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Des mains qui se serrent sinistrement dans une lumière blafarde<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />et des essieux qui grincent sur des routes médusantes.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Il y a toi sans doute que je ne connais pas, que je connais au contraire.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Mais qui, présente dans mes rêves, t’obstines à s’y laisser deviner sans y paraître.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Toi qui restes insaisissable dans la réalité et dans le rêve.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Toi qui m’appartiens de par ma volonté de te posséder en illusion<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />mais qui n’approches ton visage du mien que mes yeux clos<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />aussi bien au rêve qu’à la réalité.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Toi qu’en dépit d’un rhétorique facile où le flot meurt sur les plages,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />où la corneille vole dans des usines en ruines,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />où le bois pourrit en craquant sous un soleil de plomb,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Toi qui es à la base de mes rêves et qui secoues mon esprit plein de métamorphoses<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />et qui me laisses ton gant quand je baise ta main.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Dans la nuit, il y a les étoiles et le mouvement ténébreux de la mer,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />des fleuves, des forêts, des villes, des herbes,<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />des poumons de millions et millions d’êtres.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Dans la nuit il y a les merveilles du mondes.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; 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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans la verdure</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans le brouillé de la verdure</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans le lointain tout proche</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans le nocturne et dans le trouble</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans plus de ciel que d'ombre</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans la clarté des pierres</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans la blancheur d'un saule</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans l'or aigu d'une étincelle</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans la première étoile</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans le soupir d'un arbre</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans le sommeil croulant des branches</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; 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font-size: x-small;"> Dans ce qui tombe et se découvre</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans ce qui monte et brille et ce disperse</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans ce qui dort, dans ce qui veille</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans ce qui mêle un son de cloche à la verdure</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans les rayons de la dernière étoile</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans la rumeur, dans le silence</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans la verdure en somme et dans ses grappes</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans son remous, dans son écume</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans les cailloux luisants de la verdure </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans ses parfums de rouille</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans ses couleurs de porte ouverte</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans l'air aussi, dans les nuages</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans le lointain moins proche </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans le brouillé moins trouble</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans le nocturne encore </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans la fraîcheur, dans la rosée</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans plus de ciel, dans l'aube à poindre</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> Dans la lumière humide</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; 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