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Je ne voulais pas<\/span> sinon la paix<\/span><\/p>\n * Lobi signifie hier ou demain en lingala (Congo)<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n Septembre 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 voulais pas les incendies acides qui rongent la calendrite de nos abris Il pleut du d\u00e9sert maintenant comme un vent de sable Une pluie qui pique J’allais vers l’orage j’allais M\u00eame en allant vers l’orage on peut arriver quelque part se d\u00e9serter Je viens de passer la fronti\u00e8re de l’\u00e9toile juste point de […]<\/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-666","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
les incendies acides qui rongent la calendrite de nos abris<\/span>
Il pleut du d\u00e9sert maintenant<\/span>
comme un vent de sable<\/span>
Une pluie qui pique<\/span>
J’allais vers l’orage<\/span>
j’allais<\/span>
M\u00eame en allant vers l’orage on peut arriver<\/span>
quelque part se d\u00e9serter<\/span>
Je viens de passer la fronti\u00e8re de l’\u00e9toile<\/span>
juste<\/span>
point de feston lumi\u00e8re sur la cr\u00eate<\/span>
une \u00e9tincelle cousue au sifflet macho des marmottes<\/span>
Alors se d\u00e9douaner d’un lever de soleil<\/span>
sur le tarmac des longs courriers…<\/span>
Non<\/span>
La nuit, le jour, le d\u00e9calage horaire<\/span>
Demain\/ hier<\/span>
Lobi<\/em>* pour le dire<\/span>
Non<\/span>
Je d\u00e9cline<\/span>
Je n’ai rien \u00e0 d\u00e9clarer<\/span><\/p>\n