{"id":1963,"date":"2012-02-19T22:03:00","date_gmt":"2012-02-19T21:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1963"},"modified":"2012-02-19T22:03:00","modified_gmt":"2012-02-19T21:03:00","slug":"nous-resterons-a-la-nuit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2012\/02\/19\/nous-resterons-a-la-nuit\/","title":{"rendered":"Nous resterons \u00e0 la nuit"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Comme une cause qui n\u2019a pas de lien<br \/>\nAvec le reste des mots-choses<br \/>\nEt des choses de rien<br \/>\nC\u2019est une aube qui se dessine<br \/>\nQui assassine le vaurien<br \/>\nAux mains racines<br \/>\nA la patine qui se souvient<br \/>\nLa vall\u00e9e et la colline<br \/>\nO\u00f9 l\u2019on croyait qu\u2019on \u00e9tait bien<br \/>\nMais ce n\u2019\u00e9tait qu\u2019une prose,<br \/>\nUne pauvre catin<br \/>\nUne oeuvre \u00e0 l\u2019italienne<br \/>\nAu retors alcalin<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Nous resterons \u00e0 la nuit<br \/>\nDans les heures appr\u00eat\u00e9es<br \/>\nLorsque les corps ont fui<br \/>\nQu\u2019on se rappelle<br \/>\nCelle qui a \u00e9t\u00e9 enlev\u00e9e<br \/>\nCelle dont on s\u2019est dit otage<br \/>\nCelle qui ne disait rien<br \/>\nCelle qui au premier orage<br \/>\nA d\u00e9sert\u00e9 le terrain<br \/>\nA disparu des plages<br \/>\nCelle que le matin<br \/>\nV\u00eatu de coquillages<br \/>\nA \u00e9corch\u00e9 ses seins<br \/>\nA menti sur son \u00e2ge<br \/>\nEt enfant\u00e9 ce sien<br \/>\nAlors qu\u2019il \u00e9tait n\u00f4tre<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">On s\u2019est perdu en chemin<br \/>\nOn a jet\u00e9 l\u2019ap\u00f4tre<br \/>\nOn a gard\u00e9 la fin<br \/>\nCelle qu\u2019on nommait la v\u00f4tre<br \/>\nPour en faire la putain<br \/>\nDes enfants de ces autres<br \/>\nQui s\u2019insufflent gardiens<br \/>\nSoldats de pacotilles<br \/>\nG\u00e9n\u00e9raux de l\u2019encore<br \/>\nQuand m\u00eame l\u2019or vacille<br \/>\nSous le joug des remords<br \/>\nA la moindre brindille<br \/>\nQui tombe et puis d\u00e9plore<br \/>\nQue l\u2019ordre ne scintille<br \/>\nQu\u2019au respect de ses morts<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Nous resterons \u00e0 la nuit<br \/>\nM\u00eame s\u2019il nous faut inventer le jour<br \/>\nOn sait que le raccourci<br \/>\nNe vaut rien rapport aux d\u00e9tours<br \/>\nOn sait qu\u2019on n\u2019a qu\u2019une vie<br \/>\nQu\u2019un simple accroc l\u2019ajoure<br \/>\nNous resterons cette nuit<br \/>\nSans attendre l\u2019amour<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Comme une cause qui n\u2019a pas de lien Avec le reste des mots-choses Et des choses de rien C\u2019est une aube qui se dessine Qui assassine le vaurien Aux mains racines A la patine qui se souvient La vall\u00e9e et la colline O\u00f9 l\u2019on croyait qu\u2019on \u00e9tait bien Mais ce n\u2019\u00e9tait qu\u2019une prose, Une pauvre 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