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\n des larmes sal\u00e9es,<\/span>
\n des rapides du Djou\u00e9.<\/span>
\n Il pleut des mangues<\/span>
\n aux joues d\u00e9coup\u00e9es<\/span>
\n en petits carr\u00e9s.<\/span>
\n Il pleut des brumes dor\u00e9es,<\/span>
\n des aubes parfum\u00e9es,<\/span>
\n des cigales d’\u00e9t\u00e9.<\/span>
\n Il pleut nos enfances noy\u00e9es,<\/span>
\n des cauris divinatoires,<\/span>
\n dis-moi qui je serai.<\/span>
\n Tout se m\u00e9lange dans ma t\u00eate.<\/span>
\n Nour el ayat et Boukoki,<\/span>
\n Treichville et le Cap Est\u00e9rias,<\/span>
\n le t\u00e9ton de l’Arpille,<\/span>
\n la Promenade des Anglais.<\/span>
\n Pfff…<\/span>
\n Il pleut sur H\u00f4pital-Silence. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
des larmes sal\u00e9es,<\/span>
des rapides du Djou\u00e9.<\/span>
Il pleut des mangues<\/span>
aux joues d\u00e9coup\u00e9es<\/span>
en petits carr\u00e9s.<\/span>
Il pleut des brumes dor\u00e9es,<\/span>
des aubes parfum\u00e9es,<\/span>
des cigales d'\u00e9t\u00e9.<\/span>
Il pleut nos enfances noy\u00e9es,<\/span>
des cauris divinatoires,<\/span>
dis-moi qui je serai.<\/span>
Tout se m\u00e9lange dans ma t\u00eate.<\/span>
Nour el ayat et Boukoki,<\/span>
Treichville et le Cap Est\u00e9rias,<\/span>
le t\u00e9ton de l'Arpille,<\/span>
la Promenade des Anglais.<\/span>
Pfff...<\/span>
Il pleut sur H\u00f4pital-Silence. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>