{"id":104,"date":"2006-12-12T09:57:54","date_gmt":"2006-12-12T08:57:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=104"},"modified":"2006-12-12T09:57:54","modified_gmt":"2006-12-12T08:57:54","slug":"coup-de-vent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2006\/12\/12\/coup-de-vent\/","title":{"rendered":"Coup de vent"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Les rossignols ne chantent plus,<br \/>\nEt le jour clair s\u2019en est all\u00e9 ;<br \/>\nLa nuit lourde et fort ventrue,<br \/>\nDepuis qu\u2019un autre s\u2019est noy\u00e9,<br \/>\nDans les liquides de ma mer,<br \/>\nQui mouille ce sable de terre ;<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Coulent sur mon cuir nu et rose,<br \/>\nComme des perles de cristal,<br \/>\nMes larmes s\u00e8ches de n\u00e9vrose<br \/>\nQui rouillent ma fl\u00e8che de m\u00e9tal,<br \/>\nQue j\u2019allais tant\u00f4t balancer<br \/>\nDans ce rythme chaud cadenc\u00e9 ;<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>O\u00f9 es-tu donc mon nirvana,<br \/>\nAvec ton jardin de bruy\u00e8re,<br \/>\nFleuri de fleurs qu\u2019on te donna<br \/>\nQuand tu touchais notre mis\u00e8re,<br \/>\nQui frissonnait sous ta caresse<br \/>\nEt r\u00e9veillait notre jeunesse ?<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>O mon ange aux plaisirs perdus,<br \/>\nDans ton ventre gonfl\u00e9 par l\u2019autre,<br \/>\nReviens tr\u00e8s vite dans mes nues,<br \/>\nQui seront \u00e0 nouveau les n\u00f4tres ;<br \/>\nJe tourne en rond comme un damn\u00e9<br \/>\nDans ma t\u00eate de condamn\u00e9 ;<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>La vie sans toi je la connais,<br \/>\nAvec sa tristesse chronique ;<br \/>\nTous les soirs un peu, je pleurais,<br \/>\nAu fond de mon oeil alcoolique<br \/>\nLes larmes s\u00e8ches du remord,<br \/>\nQu\u2019avant toi revienne la mort ;<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Pourtant tu sais, \u00e0 dix-sept ans,<br \/>\nOn n\u2019a pas envie de mourir ;<br \/>\nEt que de vivre c\u2019est d\u00e9ment,<br \/>\nM\u00eame s\u2019il faut tant en souffrir ;<br \/>\nAlors reviens avec la mer<br \/>\nPour me noyer dans ta rivi\u00e8re ;<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Les rossignols rechanteront,<br \/>\nEt le jour clair s\u2019en reviendra ;<br \/>\nLa nuit, ton ventre sera rond&#8230;<br \/>\nDans ce jour o\u00f9 tu me noieras<br \/>\nDans les liquides de ta mer<br \/>\nQue mouille ta rose l\u00e9g\u00e8re.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Les rossignols ne chantent plus, Et le jour clair s\u2019en est all\u00e9 ; 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