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Je ne date jamais rien<\/span> Ao\u00fbt 2011<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_post_nav 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 show_prev=\u00a0\u00bbon\u00a0\u00bb show_next=\u00a0\u00bbon\u00a0\u00bb \/][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Je ne date jamais rien mes rep\u00e8res sont autres Je me souviens de la lumi\u00e8re le jour o\u00f9 quand tu m’as dit et cette fois-l\u00e0, le vent qu’il faisait un minaret et l’agouti \u00e9tait daub\u00e9, beurk ! Si je remonte un peu plus loin plus pr\u00e8s d’ici je ne sais plus, \u00e7a fait des lunes […]<\/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-662","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-troisieme-volet"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/662","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=662"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/662\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4340,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/662\/revisions\/4340"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=662"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=662"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=662"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
mes rep\u00e8res sont autres<\/span>
Je me souviens de la lumi\u00e8re le jour o\u00f9<\/span>
quand tu m’as dit<\/span>
et cette fois-l\u00e0, le vent qu’il faisait<\/span>
un minaret<\/span>
et l’agouti \u00e9tait daub\u00e9, beurk !<\/span>
Si je remonte un peu plus loin<\/span>
plus pr\u00e8s d’ici<\/span>
je ne sais plus, \u00e7a fait des lunes<\/span>
mais le dor\u00e9 du soleil<\/span>
les dentelles de l’\u00e9pouvantail, ma Bilitis fa\u00e7on fa\u00e7on<\/em><\/span>
le troupeau d’oignons align\u00e9s<\/span>
Tu m’as l’air d’une berg\u00e8re<\/em><\/span>
On riait<\/span>
et puis l’odeur de la terre sous la brume vaporis\u00e9e<\/span>
Je me souviens de jours comme \u00e7a<\/span>
le Land Art de nos jach\u00e8res<\/span>
bleu horizontal phac\u00e9lies<\/span>
Mais ne crois pas<\/span>
je ne fais que d\u00e9chirer le voile<\/span>
je d\u00e9shabille les fen\u00eatres<\/span>
j’en ai marre de tout calfeutrer<\/span>
je me d\u00e9fais des oripeaux<\/span>
j’a\u00e8re, j’exhume, je lib\u00e8re<\/span>
Une page de ciel d\u00e9chiquet\u00e9<\/span>
et j’\u00e9parpille et je fracasse<\/span>
les nuages, les nuages<\/span>
des cr\u00e9puscules recommenc\u00e9s<\/span>
sans cesse renouvel\u00e9s<\/span>
sans moi, c’est tout<\/span>
ni Otema<\/span>
Attends, j’ai une derni\u00e8re image<\/span>
de Zimbabwe dans la brouette<\/span>
fox dru<\/span>
apr\u00e8s j’arr\u00eate<\/span><\/p>\n