tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17136971516540503482024-03-12T23:47:39.917-07:00Et la lune ravive mes maux, m'en arrache les mots.Quand mes nuits chassent Morphée, la Lune m'enivre, ma main coule sur le papier et laisse fondre ses peines : la catharsis de mes maux.Di-Fée-rentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17170320248461390758noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713697151654050348.post-82790443700957551882009-05-13T07:34:00.000-07:002009-05-13T07:48:50.896-07:00L'âme écorchée ( 06.12.08)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIjv6q7fPjQJOjiF3Pxe9v9J2JP0YWNM73MwBw2_KWIfyr5Z-7Bo3_SydLug7nHkpeS4-hFewU2HSp_Qm9qwwe7yQlIC4cYV6y4LAYX7GZ-nG7YV7zPBDQxupQsjno6Gio_dCSVrzp-tG/s1600-h/DSCN0532.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIjv6q7fPjQJOjiF3Pxe9v9J2JP0YWNM73MwBw2_KWIfyr5Z-7Bo3_SydLug7nHkpeS4-hFewU2HSp_Qm9qwwe7yQlIC4cYV6y4LAYX7GZ-nG7YV7zPBDQxupQsjno6Gio_dCSVrzp-tG/s320/DSCN0532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335320074664987506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span>out lâche et l'arrache de ses rêves<br />Une goutte après l'autre,<br />sur la joue et se vautre,<br />C'est plus la peine de croire à une trêve.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span>ais son pouls change le tempo<br />Bien sur elle n'a plus le contrôle<br />C'est sûr elle aimerait qu'on l'épaule<br />Et, cette peur qui frémit sur sa peau...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">C</span>es soirs où son conscient l'arrête<br />Ces nuits où pourtant elle est prête.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span>eut être mais son cœur ne le croît pas<br />Elle l'a si bien fait tourner en rond<br />Elle veut de l'amour et faire un bond<br />Elle se braque et n'avance pas.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span>ongues sont les heures<br />Quand trop vide ou trop plein<br />Son esprit la leurre<br />Et toujours cette haine, contre elle ...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Le chat noir</span> la surprend<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">L'effroi</span> la prend<br />Son cœur battra à <span style="font-weight: bold;">trépas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ce malotru</span> l'aveugle tout bas :<br />Elle y <span style="font-weight: bold;">perd</span> ses larmes<br />Elle y<span style="font-weight: bold;"> vend</span> sa rage<br />Et puis y <span style="font-weight: bold;">laisse</span> sa tête.<br />Il a <span style="font-weight: bold;">prit</span> son cœur,<br />Dans ses mains gît <span style="font-weight: bold;">son sang</span>,<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" >Et <span style="font-weight: bold;">son pouls absent</span>, <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">L'âme volée.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></div>Di-Fée-rentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17170320248461390758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713697151654050348.post-1267878978950430832009-05-13T02:01:00.000-07:002009-05-13T03:15:22.449-07:00Aujourd'hui ou hier, ...je te perds. (22.12.08)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3HgiFvD6ztcv2JTjCDpzBOKHqPXUcNRKA2x4FZMWa5i7m9Io5idRiFkFNwk7Flo8o2ddgiAFIIxu9N_M7YwwEzm325wPGJ9eHp-RDHCtY65Sp2fm64HLsMi3h6D226P71dtQm8U5V5kg/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3HgiFvD6ztcv2JTjCDpzBOKHqPXUcNRKA2x4FZMWa5i7m9Io5idRiFkFNwk7Flo8o2ddgiAFIIxu9N_M7YwwEzm325wPGJ9eHp-RDHCtY65Sp2fm64HLsMi3h6D226P71dtQm8U5V5kg/s400/DSC00776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335247130832579234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">uis-je une forme de </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">destruction incarnée</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Ou est-ce la </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">mouvance </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">qui me voit acharnée ?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Éphémère</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"> et si loin du tour de cette ronde</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Et pourtant chaque parcelle me vide puis </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">m'inonde</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;">J</span>e suis ce serpent en rond qui se mord la queue,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Je suis cette fille au regard long que nul ne veut.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">a peur octroie cette </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">sensuelle et délicate folie</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Elle grandit dans ton corps puisque mon esprit te vis :</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Tu le sens, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">je m'immisce</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">, et la la chaleur monte encore,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Petit être, étincelle-moi comme</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> j'hurle sans cesse mon corps</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">J</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">e te perds </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">au rythme de mes vers</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">, en toi j'ai disparu.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">De mes maux tu extirpes ton enfer</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">, je vais de travers.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Tes pensées fusionnent avec elle, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">aujourd'hui ou hier, je te perds.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Cette </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">addiction </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">tardive, j'aurai du la mettre à nue.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">L</span>a romance est déchue, une princesse aux eaux troubles</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ne saurait faire chavirer un cœur étoilé, à moins d'y voir double.</span><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">J</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e m'enfuis et </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">j'isole mes à verses</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">, j'attends que résonne</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Mes tourbillons d'ivresse, il est temps : </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">je déraisonne.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> C'est subtil et fragile, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">ce fil d'or</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> me tient encore,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Ma silhouette </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">écorchée</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> ne veut plus de corps à corps.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">L</span>e paysage hostile où je déambule</span><span style="display: block; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Au centre" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Au centre" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> File et perdure tant je joue le funambule.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><br /> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">C</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">e vacarme ne cessera </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">sa danse macabre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> Tant que</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> le glas</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> de ces jours funèbres ne sonnera;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> Seulement quand </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">son cœur rougit</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> m'appellera</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> Quand</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> mes peurs</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> s'envoleront, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">mon égo </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">ne se cabrera ...</span><br /><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">J</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">e chanterai sur ses notes, elles seront blafardes</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Uniquement pour l'Homme que l'amour n'éblouit pas !</span><br /></div>Di-Fée-rentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17170320248461390758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713697151654050348.post-59815894168237461332009-05-12T14:11:00.000-07:002009-05-12T15:01:36.174-07:00Sa destruction (14.02.09)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w83IHLoy4Pw3g8yn1ae-KgK9jQYORa3pAgt_VJSbn9oVKm6TbeqJXpmc5CFXynAKHwTevEMClc_2wKygEhkn9HbNGCcSQAu8xbZEtQ7QseWgmv8ibobyVXCr-ijfcD5q0RPrpsXJyNw_/s1600-h/DSCN1167.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 691px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w83IHLoy4Pw3g8yn1ae-KgK9jQYORa3pAgt_VJSbn9oVKm6TbeqJXpmc5CFXynAKHwTevEMClc_2wKygEhkn9HbNGCcSQAu8xbZEtQ7QseWgmv8ibobyVXCr-ijfcD5q0RPrpsXJyNw_/s400/DSCN1167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335055140019990722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:webdings;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">U</span></span>ne perception infantile brève mais <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">féroce</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Il menace l'espace et fait de sa vie</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Une mélancolie infinie,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:webdings;" >Un jour liquide, des heures langoureuses,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:webdings;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Pleureuses</span> : ce sont ses enfants;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span>es cris</span> sortent de sa bouche</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Les cris</span> s'étalent au sol</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Les cris</span> meurent avec la peur.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:webdings;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">L</span></span>'effroi grandit</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:webdings;" >La torpeur surgit</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">IL DOIT FUIR</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:webdings;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">M</span></span>ais, il cache la vérité</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:webdings;" >Il erre. Sans but.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Tous <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ses cris perdus</span>.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Tous <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ses cris sont morts</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:webdings;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I</span></span>l n'a plus de pays</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Les <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">démons</span> ont tout emporté</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Son langage n'a plus de saveurs</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Leurs voix le plonge dans la torpeur</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:webdings;" >Cette fabulation dégobille ses notions</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Il perd la raison</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Il continu d'errer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Il ne sait plus s'en lasser,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Son secret</span> l'entraîne en débauche</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Minutes après minutes :<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Il disparaît - Il disparaît - Il disparaît.</span><br /><br /></span>Di-Fée-rentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17170320248461390758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713697151654050348.post-9714956660584772932009-05-12T11:56:00.000-07:002009-05-12T12:12:33.757-07:00La petite boîte de Pandore (17.03.09)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_Ygh25s1UaJIqIt2DTwb9yHTMyNSXXD59cHXH4sO2JY4sECwlAo6m3Oh43hfZmY2nY7Wiyqp7XLtt8tBSH6xf6nmPPbG5jXECkAPmn317wgpPQbEoddYwUZ9AiSV8TLuHb0On46Ozpj6/s1600-h/n1343666571_322459_552162.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_Ygh25s1UaJIqIt2DTwb9yHTMyNSXXD59cHXH4sO2JY4sECwlAo6m3Oh43hfZmY2nY7Wiyqp7XLtt8tBSH6xf6nmPPbG5jXECkAPmn317wgpPQbEoddYwUZ9AiSV8TLuHb0On46Ozpj6/s320/n1343666571_322459_552162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335016536634641890" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">on cœur doucement chavire</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Sur un si petit navire</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Que </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">ses pieds dépassent encore</span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Les planches </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">sous le poids</span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"> de son corps.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">lle perd sa douce raison</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />De son amour perd le filon</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />Ne sachant guère le bout</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />Du labyrinthe, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">tout est si flou</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">D</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">ans cette </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">boîte de Pandore</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />Elle voudrait trouver l'or</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />Qui quelque fois l'appelle</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">De son corps </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">elle reste inerte</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />Ses pensées, elle appelle</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">L'homme ne lui prête </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">aucun regard</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Elle est </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">cette fille qui passe au hasard.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" >I</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">l laisse paraître le désert,</span></span> </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Elle attend le dessert.</span></span></div> </div>Di-Fée-rentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17170320248461390758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713697151654050348.post-18838818189870801672009-05-12T05:50:00.000-07:002009-05-12T12:22:47.619-07:00Amour lacéré (27.03.09)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6QB4F_tIo5BDt8rR9MnKQdidzLTx_DX_RI_toJARp7-M6tfyx_ENE5WT-ICj7A6IAuVJzIfMTdXJX_aAjmRXE36DrH7YTcmReoEA_wcFUiyuzQ5GsD2LI1F104_NxkWaS3ywT1H5d6sl/s1600-h/DSCN1169.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6QB4F_tIo5BDt8rR9MnKQdidzLTx_DX_RI_toJARp7-M6tfyx_ENE5WT-ICj7A6IAuVJzIfMTdXJX_aAjmRXE36DrH7YTcmReoEA_wcFUiyuzQ5GsD2LI1F104_NxkWaS3ywT1H5d6sl/s400/DSCN1169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335019532343553058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">D</span></span>eux cœurs qui se déchirent</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Meurent à petit feu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Rongés par l'envie de vivre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Garde encore le désir</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Faire jaillir le feu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >De leur amour d'antan</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></span>t, ce couple brisé</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Fait des tours de passe passe</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Ce couple torturé</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Voit, mais fuit l'impasse.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >C'est un peu pour moi,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Tout ça sous mon toit.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span></span>a dépendance ronge les corps</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span>Leurs cœurs s'appellent</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span>Leurs voix se confrontent</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span>Qui a raison ou tord ?</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span>Ce soir, hurleront-ils encore ?</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span>Il pleurera de honte.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span>Mais toujours cette attache.</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">C</span></span>e bout de femme</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Symbiose de leur flamme</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >L'enfant qui naguère</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >De leur amour a voulu naître;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Tourmentée, elle a besoin</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >De son foyer perdu au loin.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Retrouver l'harmonie,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Depuis qu'elle est partie.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">C</span></span>'est une histoire de couleurs</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Une affaire de cœurs</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Quand le rouge vire au gris</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >L'amour lacéré et pris</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >d'assaut dans les filets</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >De leur dépendance affamée.</span><br /></div><br /></div>Di-Fée-rentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17170320248461390758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713697151654050348.post-61105155643132786962009-05-12T04:56:00.000-07:002009-05-13T05:32:45.593-07:00Ebauche ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPz12sb_WOBuS0y16C2t4QwoQ-UkclikMvwYQ-JFu9kcau66FTAHTkx6CR4uz0wpyXb3rNVaQU9oMaxrHszuZJssJ4jMZTcCwss93k638xPY4poXHTtjVD9RaNX7yfjRzjE69bLU9VYUT6/s1600-h/DSCN1101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPz12sb_WOBuS0y16C2t4QwoQ-UkclikMvwYQ-JFu9kcau66FTAHTkx6CR4uz0wpyXb3rNVaQU9oMaxrHszuZJssJ4jMZTcCwss93k638xPY4poXHTtjVD9RaNX7yfjRzjE69bLU9VYUT6/s320/DSCN1101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335021958227497650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >U</span>ne nuit de demi-lune,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" >Un pas sensuel attaque mes arrières,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" >Une douce main peau de prune,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" >Deux tendres dunes et une fente d'air</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" >M'ont laissé croire en du velours :</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Si doux, attachant, mais trop piquants.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" >Ma silhouette refusait un demi-tour,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" >Aiguisée, cette lame dans mon flanc.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" >Et l'ombre si délicate m'apparut</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Mon inspiration prise de court</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" >Celle en qui j'avais cru</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" >Un amour et désir éperdu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Mais par dix coups, mon cœur s'est tu.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >M</span>on âme quitta son enveloppe charnelle :</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >" T</span>on maître assassiné belle tourterelle</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Dans ton musée j'erre, ma douce.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Chaque poussière mon souffle pousse</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">et des constellations se dessinent.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Dans tes yeux je devine</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Tu sais ma présence :</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Ce poids subtil sur ta conscience.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />Mon art jamais ne s'éteindra,</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Dans ton regard il survivra..."</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span>Di-Fée-rentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17170320248461390758noreply@blogger.com0