{"id":270,"date":"2008-06-20T20:31:56","date_gmt":"2008-06-20T18:31:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=270"},"modified":"2008-06-20T20:31:56","modified_gmt":"2008-06-20T18:31:56","slug":"ma-polonaise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2008\/06\/20\/ma-polonaise\/","title":{"rendered":"Ma Polonaise"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:60px\">Dans les rues aux lumi\u00e8res qui s&rsquo;\u00e9teignent<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;ai tra\u00een\u00e9 mes godasses, ma bouteille d&rsquo;eau de vie<br \/>\n\u00ab\u00a0C&rsquo;est par l\u00e0\u00a0\u00bb qu&rsquo;on m&rsquo;a dit<br \/>\nEt alors j&rsquo;ai gravi cette pente de peine<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;avais les yeux inscrits<br \/>\nA ce ciel qui ne veut que je le peigne<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;ai grandi, il parait<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;ai les rides qui le disent<br \/>\net mes cheveux qui le geignent<br \/>\nLa rue s&rsquo;est ramen\u00e9e<br \/>\nSon harem de trottoirs<br \/>\nPour me faire chuter<br \/>\nElle avait la foi et sa gueule pleine d&rsquo;espoir<br \/>\nAlors je lui ai donn\u00e9<br \/>\nMon \u00e2me ou son miroir<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;ai fil\u00e9 \u00e0 l&rsquo;anglaise<br \/>\nQuand les merdes, les foutaises<br \/>\nOnt pouss\u00e9 au jardin<br \/>\nJe voulais qu&rsquo;elle soit fille<br \/>\nAvant d&rsquo;\u00eatre une femme<br \/>\nJe voulais qu&rsquo;elle soit m\u00e8re<br \/>\nAvant de manquer d&rsquo;\u00e2me<br \/>\nLa nuance a gel\u00e9<br \/>\nAu rebord des couleurs<br \/>\nQui d\u00e9clinent l&rsquo;absence<br \/>\nSous le vent sans humeur<br \/>\nEt les fleurs sans essence<br \/>\nOnt fleuri le remords<br \/>\nQui se tra\u00eene \u00e0 nos pieds<br \/>\nTel un vieux sans son or<br \/>\nLe jardin a br\u00fbl\u00e9<br \/>\nComme on br\u00fble nos sens<br \/>\nSur des corps \u00e9chapp\u00e9s<br \/>\nDe l&rsquo;h\u00f4tel Inconscience<br \/>\nEt l&rsquo;odeur avari\u00e9e<br \/>\nA fan\u00e9 le pistil<br \/>\nEn un rose pass\u00e9<br \/>\nM\u00e2tin\u00e9 d&rsquo;inutile<br \/>\nComme d&rsquo;une vague id\u00e9e<br \/>\nNe na\u00eetra aucun instant<br \/>\nA la caresse au gr\u00e9 du vent<br \/>\nComme d&rsquo;une vague id\u00e9e<br \/>\nL&rsquo;envie ira clouer l&rsquo;amant<br \/>\nA l&rsquo;autel des bras mal rim\u00e9s<br \/>\nComme d&rsquo;une vague id\u00e9e<br \/>\nNe naitra aucun instant<br \/>\nEt comme au Monoprix<br \/>\nLes soldes \u00e9taient aux dames<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;ai eu la Polonaise<br \/>\nPour remplacer la came<br \/>\nLe b\u00e9b\u00e9, les phrases niaises<br \/>\nPour pr\u00e9parer mes larmes<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dans les rues aux lumi\u00e8res qui s&rsquo;\u00e9teignent J&rsquo;ai tra\u00een\u00e9 mes godasses, ma bouteille d&rsquo;eau de vie \u00ab\u00a0C&rsquo;est par l\u00e0\u00a0\u00bb qu&rsquo;on m&rsquo;a dit Et alors j&rsquo;ai gravi cette pente de peine J&rsquo;avais les yeux inscrits A ce ciel qui ne veut que je le peigne J&rsquo;ai grandi, il parait 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