{"id":58,"date":"2016-05-02T14:58:07","date_gmt":"2016-05-02T13:58:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/?p=58"},"modified":"2017-06-23T12:12:16","modified_gmt":"2017-06-23T10:12:16","slug":"les-rivieres-du-vent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/2016\/05\/02\/les-rivieres-du-vent\/","title":{"rendered":"Les rivi\u00e8res de vent"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Oui je sais, j’ai perdu mes fen\u00eatres d’\u00e9ternit\u00e9,<\/span>
\n mes fen\u00eatres du jamais,<\/span>
\n j’ai perdu mon ciel.<\/span>
\n Les avions sabrent de lignes de fuite mon nouvel horizon.<\/span>
\n Oui je sais, j’ai perdu mes fen\u00eatres d’essentiel.<\/span>
\n Le soleil ne traverse pas,<\/span>
\n il s’\u00e9teint sur mon abat-jour, mon abat-joie.<\/span>
\n Sur mon \u00e9cran s’affichent les rivi\u00e8res de vent,<\/span>
\n du paysage en bo\u00eete, je sais.<\/span>
\n Je peux fermer les yeux,<\/span>
\n \u00e0 tant fixer ces aubes<\/span>
\n elles restent empreintes,<\/span>
\n r\u00e9siduelles.<\/span>
\n Ouaga Wallaye Nawak (mes chiens), mes fid\u00e8les!<\/span>
\n Mes mains gardent en m\u00e9moire<\/span>
\n leur toucher de velours, sensuelle perp\u00e9tuit\u00e9.<\/span>
\n Gianmaria Testa arp\u00e8ge,<\/span>
\n il m’emporte,<\/span>
\n il m’importe tant…<\/span>
\n J’ai perdu mes fen\u00eatres du jamais plus,<\/span>
\n je n’y reviendrai pas,<\/span>
\n j’ai d\u00e9clar\u00e9 forfait<\/span>
\n illimit\u00e9.<\/span>
\n Dans ma rue des chagrins posthumes<\/span>
\n il n’a jamais \u00e9t\u00e9 si tard.<\/span>
\n Il bruine, il nuit<\/span>
\n sur ton \u00e9chapp\u00e9e d’elle.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Texte paru \u00e0 La Barbacane N\u00b0 95\/98<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Oui je sais, j’ai perdu mes fen\u00eatres d’\u00e9ternit\u00e9, mes fen\u00eatres du jamais, j’ai perdu mon ciel. Les avions sabrent de lignes de fuite mon nouvel horizon. Oui je sais, j’ai perdu mes fen\u00eatres d’essentiel. Le soleil ne traverse pas, il s’\u00e9teint sur mon abat-jour, mon abat-joie. Sur mon \u00e9cran s’affichent les rivi\u00e8res de vent, du […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-58","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-deuxieme-volet"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t