Sous le masque d'un ange de Herve LAFFORGUE

Sous le masque d'un ange de Herve LAFFORGUE
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llllll.lllllTu as raboté mon c½urlll.lllllll
lllllllllllllllDe ton âme aiguiséelllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllEparpillé au ciellllllllllllllllllll
llllllll.lllLes copeaux de ma viel.lllllllll
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lllll.llllTu as semé sur ma routelll.lll''
llllllll..lllBelles fleurs carnivoreslll..lllll
lllll..llCueillies dans l'insouciance..llll
lllllll.l.lQuand j'ignorais le doutell.lllll
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lllll.lllTu as parsemé mon antrelllllllll
lllllllllllllllDe volutes bleutéeslllllllllllllll
lllllllllllBouts de soie chamarrésllllllllll
llllllll.lllBouts de toi parfumésllllllll.llll
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llllll.lllllTu as égrené des noteslll.llllll
lllllllll.llllDe Malene Mortensenlll.llllllll
lllllllllllllCaressé mon Steinwayllllllllllll
llllll.llllllAu son de Kind of Bluelllll.lllll
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lllllllllTu as dansé sur mes motsllllllll
lllll.llTes pieds nus sur mes versll.llll
llllllllllllllllIl me reste de toilllll.llllllllllll
llllllllll.llllDes images à rêverlllllll.lllllll
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llllllll.llTu as détaché les pontslllllllllll
lllllllllllllDe nos corps emmêléslll.lllllll
lllllllllll.llVers d'autres horizonsllllll.llll
lllllllllllllTon âme s'est envoléel.lllllllll
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llllllllllll.llJ'ai accroché au cloullllllllllllll
llllllllllllllDes illusions perduesllll.llllllll
lllllllllll.llllUn amour déguiséll.lllllllllllll
lllllllllSous le masque d'un angellllllll
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# Posté le lundi 23 février 2009 12:21

Modifié le lundi 23 février 2009 16:16

Le coucher du soleil de René-François SULLY PRUDHOMME (1839-1907) (Recueil : Epaves)

Le coucher du soleil de René-François SULLY PRUDHOMME (1839-1907) (Recueil : Epaves)

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l__________Si j'ose comparer le déclin de ma vie_____________________'ll_l__++++_____l
l__________A ton coucher sublime, ô Soleil ! je t'envie._______________"'_ll_l__++++_____l
l__________Ta gloire peut sombrer, le retour en est sûr:_________'''.___iii_ll_l__++++_____l
l__________Elle renaît immense avec l'immense azur._______________"'_ll_l__++++_____l
l__________De ton sanglant linceul tout le ciel se colore,______________''_ll_l__++++_____l
l__________Et le regard funèbre où luit ton dernier feu,______________'''_ll_l__++++_____l
l__________Ce regard sombre et doux, dont tu couves encore____________'ll_l__++++_____l
l__________Le lys que ta ferveur a fait naguère éclore,________________''ll_l__++++_____l
l__________Est triste infiniment, mais n'est pas un adieu._____________'_ll_l__++++_____l
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# Posté le lundi 23 février 2009 12:19

Modifié le lundi 23 février 2009 14:35

Une goutte d'eau... de Véronique AUDELON

Une goutte d'eau... de Véronique AUDELON
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lllllllllllUn soir où sous ta douchellllllllll
llllllllllollJe m'étais transforméelllllllllll
llllllllllllllllEn goutte d'eau,lllllllllollll
lllllllllllllJ'ai goûté avec délicelllllllllll
lllllllllllllA la saveur de ta peau,llllllllll
lllllollllllGlissant le long de toilllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllTout doucement,llllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllTout doucement...llllllllollll
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llllllllolllllllOh, je t'en prie,lllllllllllll
lllllllllolNe sèche pas ton corps...llolllllll
llllollllllllllLaisse-moi resterlllllllolollll
llllllllllllllllUn peu, encore...llllllollllll
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# Posté le dimanche 08 février 2009 12:02

Modifié le lundi 09 février 2009 14:02

A la limite de la lumière et de l'ombre de Odilon-Jean PÉRIER (1901-1928) (Recueil : La maison de verre)

A la limite de la lumière et de l'ombre de Odilon-Jean PÉRIER (1901-1928) (Recueil : La maison de verre)
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lllllllllllllllA la limite de la lumière et de l'ombrellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllJe remue un trésor plus fuyant que le sablellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.llllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllJe cherche ma chanson parmi les bruits du mondelllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllJe cherche mon amour au milieu des miraclesllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.llllllllllll
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llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllUn poème commence où la voix s'est briséelllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllEt je fais mon bonheur en dénouant tes mainslllllllllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllQuand nous nous rencontrons au bord d'une journéell.llllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllNouvelle, au bord de l'aube où le ciel nous rejointllll.llllllllllllllll
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# Posté le lundi 02 février 2009 15:47

Modifié le lundi 09 février 2009 14:04

Ta royale jeunesse a la mélancolie de Renée VIVIEN (1877-1909) (Recueil : Evocations)

Ta royale jeunesse a la mélancolie de Renée VIVIEN (1877-1909) (Recueil : Evocations)

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llllllllllllllllllllllllTa royale jeunesse a la mélancoliellllllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllDu Nord où le brouillard efface les couleurs,lllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllTu mêles la discorde et le désir aux pleurs,lllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllGrave comme Hamlet, pâle comme Ophélie.llllllllllllllllllllll
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llllllllllllllllllllTu passes, dans l'éclair d'une belle folie,lllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllComme elle, prodiguant les chansons et les fleurs,llllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllComme lui, sous l'orgueil dérobant tes douleurs,lllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllSans que la fixité de ton regard oublie.llllllllllllllllllllll
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llllllllllllllllllSouris, amante blonde, ou rêve, sombre amant,lllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllTon être double attire, ainsi qu'un double aimant,llllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllEt ta chair brûle avec l'ardeur froide d'un cierge.lllllllllllllll
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lllllllllllllllllllMon coeur déconcerté se trouble quand je voisllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllTon front pensif de prince et tes yeux bleus de vierge,lllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllTantôt l'Un, tantôt l'Autre, et les Deux à la fois.llllllllllllll
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# Posté le vendredi 30 janvier 2009 11:41

Modifié le dimanche 01 février 2009 11:10