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La nuit bleu-n\u00e9on des ponts<\/span> Passer au large de sa vie<\/span> Septembre 2011<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n (Allant vers et autres escales<\/em> aux Editions de l’Aigrette)<\/span><\/p>\n Paru dans Verso n\u00b0 160<\/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_post_nav][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" La nuit bleu-n\u00e9on des ponts Ces abris de fortune pour ceux qui n’en ont pas Je mets les pieds dans le plat des contresens Ce qui me drape crisse comme une froissure La toile des blessures r\u00eaches, \u00e9meris\u00e9es Je voudrais en d\u00e9coudre des aubes rapi\u00e9c\u00e9es Je vais rentrer chez moi peut-\u00eatre Je ne sais pas […]<\/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":[32,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-673","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-allant-vers-et-autres-escales","category-troisieme-volet"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/673","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=673"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/673\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2507,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/673\/revisions\/2507"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=673"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=673"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=673"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n Ces abris de fortune<\/em> pour ceux qui n’en ont pas<\/span>
\n Je mets les pieds dans le plat des contresens<\/span>
\n Ce qui me drape crisse comme une froissure<\/span>
\n La toile des blessures r\u00eaches, \u00e9meris\u00e9es<\/span>
\n Je voudrais en d\u00e9coudre des aubes rapi\u00e9c\u00e9es<\/span>
\n Je vais rentrer chez moi peut-\u00eatre<\/span>
\n Je ne sais pas<\/span>
\n Je fais n’importe quoi, j’aime pas<\/span>
\n J’aime pas \u00e7a, quand je marche de traverse<\/span>
\n J’ai trop le choix des solitudes o\u00f9 je n’ai rien install\u00e9<\/span>
\n Par habitude d’aller<\/span>
\n Je vais rentrer chez moi peut-\u00eatre<\/span>
\n Si jamais je sais o\u00f9 je vais<\/span>
\n Je r\u00e9siste au silence et je r\u00e9siste aux voix<\/span>
\n Que je soul\u00e8ve \u00e0 chaque pas<\/span>
\n M’abandonner aux zigs et aux zags estuaires<\/span>
\n Aborder<\/span><\/p>\n
\n On ne peut pas<\/span>
\n Mais la nuit, la nuit je l’aurai \u00e0 l’usure<\/span><\/p>\n