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Le vent racle les feuilles mortes<\/span> <\/p>\n Septembre 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":" Le vent racle les feuilles mortes Sur les chemins crev\u00e9s d’orni\u00e8res Par nos roues dans le m\u00eame sillage Les pages blanches encore de ce silence qui \u00e9tait mien C’\u00e9tait du temps des ambulances Sur la table rase, des miettes Maintenant les mots prolif\u00e8rent Et se bousculent au bout des touches Comme un trop tard Big […]<\/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-668","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\/668","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=668"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/668\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":669,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/668\/revisions\/669"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=668"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=668"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=668"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n Sur les chemins crev\u00e9s d’orni\u00e8res<\/span>
\n Par nos roues dans le m\u00eame sillage<\/span>
\n Les pages blanches encore de ce silence qui \u00e9tait mien<\/span>
\n C’\u00e9tait du temps des ambulances<\/span>
\n Sur la table rase, des miettes<\/span>
\n Maintenant les mots prolif\u00e8rent<\/span>
\n Et se bousculent au bout des touches<\/span>
\n Comme un trop tard Big Bang<\/span>
\n Une bombe \u00e0 retardement<\/span>
\n Mieux vaut tard que j’aimais<\/span>
\n Sur l’\u00e9chiquier du temps \u00e0 2h du mat l\u00e0-bas<\/span>
\n (quand je dis l\u00e0-bas c’\u00e9tait hier)<\/span>
\n J’ai roqu\u00e9 ma tour d’ivoire<\/span>
\n Le Roi est mort, vive le Roi<\/span>
\n Les nuits hallucin\u00e9es se suivent et me ressemblent<\/span>
\n Les mots me saignent, irr\u00e9pressibles<\/span>
\n Ce silence traduit enfin<\/span>
\n Recto- reverso<\/em><\/span>
\n C’est \u00e0 ne plus rien comprendre<\/span>
\n Incroyable, je ne sais plus me taire !<\/span>
\n Et \u00e7a ne va m\u00eame pas couper dans le tunnel<\/span>
\n Et au bout du tunnel l’aube<\/span>
\n Et le matin t\u00f4t, partout, c’est bien<\/span>
\n M\u00eame ici<\/span>
\n (quand je dis ici c’est demain)<\/span><\/p>\n