{"id":274,"date":"2008-07-13T21:12:21","date_gmt":"2008-07-13T19:12:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=274"},"modified":"2008-07-13T21:12:21","modified_gmt":"2008-07-13T19:12:21","slug":"dis-moi-que-tu-y-penses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2008\/07\/13\/dis-moi-que-tu-y-penses\/","title":{"rendered":"Dis-moi que tu y penses"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em><span style=\"font-family:Georgia\">Si tu pouvais me dire<br \/>\nMe donner bonne conscience<br \/>\n\u00c9viter de souscrire<br \/>\n\u00e0 toutes mes absences<br \/>\nSi tu pouvais mourir<br \/>\nDe tout ce qui t&rsquo;offense<br \/>\nRegarder l&rsquo;aube et lire<br \/>\nCe qui fait nos d\u00e9viances<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>Si tu pouvais me dire<br \/>\nJusqu&rsquo;\u00e0 graver l&rsquo;outrance<br \/>\nLib\u00e9rer tous les sbires<br \/>\nQui s&rsquo;oublient \u00e0 tes sens<br \/>\nSi tu pouvais ti\u00e9dir<br \/>\nRefaire ton innocence<br \/>\nEt au printemps fleurir<br \/>\nla fleur d&rsquo;incandescence<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>Je ne sais pas te dire<br \/>\nj&rsquo;attends la providence<br \/>\nCrois-tu pouvoir \u00e9crire<br \/>\nUn bout de mon enfance<br \/>\nJe ne sais pas mentir<br \/>\nDevant tes \u00e9vidences<br \/>\nAi-je le temps de fuir ?<br \/>\nEst-ce perdu d&rsquo;avance ?<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>Si tu ne sais tenir<br \/>\nCe mal qui nous \u00e9lance<br \/>\nDis-moi ce qu&rsquo;est vieillir<br \/>\nSi jamais tu ne panses<br \/>\nMes bleus \u00e0 mes empires<br \/>\nAux \u00e9toiles qui dansent<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;\u00e9coute tes soupirs<br \/>\nTes r\u00e2les qui m&rsquo;offensent<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>Je reconnais ton rire<br \/>\nQui rescelle ma science<br \/>\nJe saurais nous unir<br \/>\nAu fond d&rsquo;un ciel immense<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;importe les \u00ab\u00a0\u00e0 venir\u00a0\u00bb<br \/>\nOn s&rsquo;offrira l&rsquo;intense<br \/>\nEt m\u00eame \u00e0 se d\u00e9dire<br \/>\nContre nos \u00e9vidences<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>On va faire p\u00e2lir<br \/>\nLa lune \u00e0 nos essences<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>Recoller les saphirs<br \/>\nFleurir notre naissance<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>Sans cesse d&rsquo;infinir<br \/>\nTous nos jardins en transe<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>Parle-moi d&rsquo;avenir<br \/>\nJe sais que tu y penses<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia\">Tilou &amp; 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