{"id":815,"date":"2016-05-07T00:16:19","date_gmt":"2016-05-06T22:16:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/?p=815"},"modified":"2016-05-07T00:16:19","modified_gmt":"2016-05-06T22:16:19","slug":"contre-soir","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/voletsouvers.ovh\/index.php\/2016\/05\/07\/contre-soir\/","title":{"rendered":"Contre-soir"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Dans l’encoignure de mes murs<\/span>
\n un cr\u00e9puscule similaire<\/span>
\n au feu tout flamme<\/span>
\n contre-soir<\/span>
\n Il est des soleils r\u00e9manents<\/span>
\n dont la lumi\u00e8re ind\u00e9l\u00e9bile<\/span>
\n longtemps affleure \u00e0 la surface<\/span>
\n Un linteau vermoulu<\/span>
\n la photo r\u00e9p\u00e9t\u00e9e d’un sahel de dune<\/span>
\n o\u00f9 mon enfant trottait<\/span>
\n un genou, une hanche<\/span>
\n Pendus au bleu des poutres<\/span>
\n des chardons de poussi\u00e8re<\/span>
\n et le parfum fan\u00e9<\/span>
\n d’une rose rouge<\/span>
\n s\u00e8che \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

10 octobre 2013\u00a0 <\/span>
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Dans l’encoignure de mes murs un cr\u00e9puscule similaire au feu tout flamme contre-soir Il est des soleils r\u00e9manents dont la lumi\u00e8re ind\u00e9l\u00e9bile longtemps affleure \u00e0 la surface Un linteau vermoulu la photo r\u00e9p\u00e9t\u00e9e d’un sahel de dune o\u00f9 mon enfant trottait un genou, une hanche Pendus au bleu des poutres des chardons de poussi\u00e8re et […]<\/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":"

Dans l'encoignure de mes murs<\/span>
un cr\u00e9puscule similaire<\/span>
au feu tout flamme<\/span>
contre-soir<\/span>
Il est des soleils r\u00e9manents<\/span>
dont la lumi\u00e8re ind\u00e9l\u00e9bile<\/span>
longtemps affleure \u00e0 la surface<\/span>
Un linteau vermoulu<\/span>
la photo r\u00e9p\u00e9t\u00e9e d'un sahel de dune<\/span>
o\u00f9 mon enfant trottait<\/span>
un genou, une hanche<\/span>
Pendus au bleu des poutres<\/span>
des chardons de poussi\u00e8re<\/span>
et le parfum fan\u00e9<\/span>
d'une rose rouge<\/span>
s\u00e8che \u00a0<\/span><\/p>

10 octobre 2013\u00a0 <\/span>
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