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Je r\u00eaverais un pays de vent et de plateau<\/span> Ao\u00fbt 2011<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_post_nav admin_label=\u00a0\u00bbNavigation dans les posts\u00a0\u00bb in_same_term=\u00a0\u00bboff\u00a0\u00bb hide_prev=\u00a0\u00bboff\u00a0\u00bb hide_next=\u00a0\u00bboff\u00a0\u00bb use_border_color=\u00a0\u00bboff\u00a0\u00bb border_color=\u00a0\u00bb#ffffff\u00a0\u00bb border_style=\u00a0\u00bbsolid\u00a0\u00bb \/][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Je r\u00eaverais un pays de vent et de plateau Haut Un demain d’ambre et d’argile Model\u00e9 \u00e0 l’image d’un ciel sans pliure Viendrait le temps du sable Le temps des pierres Des ombres sans humanit\u00e9 Mais un feu vivant de sa propre lumi\u00e8re O\u00f9 me r\u00e9chauffer Un silence sans murmure, sans voix Sans \u00e9cho D\u00e9connect\u00e9 […]<\/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,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-654","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-troisieme-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
\n Haut<\/span>
\n Un demain d’ambre et d’argile<\/span>
\n Model\u00e9 \u00e0 l’image d’un ciel sans pliure<\/span>
\n Viendrait le temps du sable<\/span>
\n Le temps des pierres<\/span>
\n Des ombres sans humanit\u00e9<\/span>
\n Mais un feu vivant de sa propre lumi\u00e8re<\/span>
\n O\u00f9 me r\u00e9chauffer<\/span>
\n Un silence sans murmure, sans voix<\/span>
\n Sans \u00e9cho<\/span>
\n D\u00e9connect\u00e9<\/span>
\n Je n’arriverais pas au bout des chemins offerts<\/span>
\n Mais seuls importeraient la marche et le souffle<\/span>
\n Parce que j’aurais le temps<\/span>
\n Le temps du sable, le temps des pierres<\/span>
\n D’un monde je serais la m\u00e9moire et l’oubli<\/span>
\n La seule \u00e2me qui vive<\/span>
\nJe r\u00eaverais min\u00e9rale<\/span>
\nEt j’aurais dans les mains la s\u00e9pulture de Rien<\/span>
\n L’infini bleu <\/span>
\nJe n’en verrais pas la faim<\/span><\/p>\n