Dans le tort des \u00e2mes
\nOn rem\u00e2che les livres
\nOn avale les bi\u00e8res
\nEt l\u2019on danse les femmes
\nComme on cache qu\u2019on est ivre
\nQu\u2019on a pleur\u00e9 l\u2019hier
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019on a donn\u00e9 du Madame
\nAlors qu\u2019on lui offrait sa terre<\/p>\n
Dans l\u2019effort qui se p\u00e2me
\nY a des mots qui s\u2019\u00e9crivent
\nDes accords qui se rament
\nEt des flots qui ravivent
\nLa douceur de l\u2019\u00e9querre
\nLa beaut\u00e9 de l\u2019esquive
\nEt l\u2019odeur des mis\u00e8res
\nQui enlace le drame<\/p>\n
Dans le tort des \u00e2mes
\nOn s\u2019invente une guerre
\nOn s\u2019\u00e9crit une missive
\nQu\u2019on envoie \u00e0 la femme
\nA la fille lascive
\nLes remords \u00e0 l\u2019envers
\nDes dentelles qui crament
\nDans ces envies h\u00e2tives<\/p>\n
Dans le port o\u00f9 les flammes
\nOnt br\u00fbl\u00e9 les navires
\nLes r\u00eaves d\u2019une entame
\nQui ne r\u00eave qu\u2019\u00e0 languir
\nOn se dit, on se drame
\nEt l\u2019on boit cette bi\u00e8re
\nPour oublier la lyre
\nDe l\u2019enfant qu\u2019on enterre<\/p>\n
Dans le tort des \u00e2mes
\nOn rem\u00e2che les livres
\nOn avale les bi\u00e8res
\nEt l\u2019on danse les femmes
\nComme on cache qu\u2019on est ivre
\nQu\u2019on a pleur\u00e9 l\u2019hier
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019on a donn\u00e9 du Madame
\nAlors qu\u2019on lui offrait sa terre<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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