{"id":295,"date":"2009-08-14T07:30:25","date_gmt":"2009-08-14T05:30:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=295"},"modified":"2009-08-14T07:30:25","modified_gmt":"2009-08-14T05:30:25","slug":"un-petit-rat-sur-la-banquise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2009\/08\/14\/un-petit-rat-sur-la-banquise\/","title":{"rendered":"Un petit rat sur la banquise"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>devant les images qui d\u00e9filent<br \/>\nles flashes de guerres<br \/>\nau spectacle insens\u00e9<br \/>\nd&rsquo;un absurde qui tournoie<br \/>\nchaque monde<br \/>\nchaque seconde<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>J&rsquo;ai des milliers de souffles de vie<br \/>\nqui parcourent tout mon corps<br \/>\nmalgr\u00e9 l&rsquo;obscurit\u00e9<br \/>\nmalgr\u00e9 qu&rsquo;ici<br \/>\nce soit Londres<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>Je voudrais te dire<br \/>\nQue ton petit soldat<br \/>\nLe grand guerrier<br \/>\nauquel tu crois<br \/>\nn&rsquo;est qu&rsquo;un petit gar\u00e7on<br \/>\nun peu gauche<br \/>\nun peu trop<br \/>\nmaladroit<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>Je voudrais te lire<br \/>\nJoindre tes mains<br \/>\net t&rsquo;envoyer ailleurs<br \/>\nFaire de toi une chanson<br \/>\nUn hymne anti douleur<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>Tu n&rsquo;es pas l\u00e0<br \/>\nTu ne dis rien<br \/>\nTu souris<br \/>\nTu pleures<br \/>\nJe le sais bien<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>Je vais te regarder<br \/>\njour apr\u00e8s jour<br \/>\nperdre bout apr\u00e8s bout<br \/>\nchacune de tes couleurs<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>Les bleus de tes mots<br \/>\nl&rsquo;hagard de tes phrases<br \/>\nle flou entre eux deux<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>Tu pourrais \u00eatre une ville<br \/>\nune m\u00e9tropole<br \/>\nl&rsquo;art\u00e8re principale<br \/>\nde ces rues qui semblent folles<br \/>\nt&rsquo;as l&rsquo;air des petites filles<br \/>\nquand elles ont tu\u00e9 l&rsquo;idole<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>T&rsquo;aimes la banquise<br \/>\nsurtout parce qu&rsquo;il y fait froid<br \/>\nqu&rsquo;il n&rsquo;est pas de devise<br \/>\npour s&rsquo;inventer un roi<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>T&rsquo;aimes \u00eatre molle<br \/>\npour sentir se raidir<br \/>\nle tissu de ton drap<br \/>\nPartager cette obole<br \/>\nQue ton empire<br \/>\na fait de soie<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>T&rsquo;as pas envie de vieillir<br \/>\nt&rsquo;as pas envie d&rsquo;un vieux comme moi<br \/>\ntu peux encore le dire<br \/>\nsans faire profession de foi<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>Se contenter d&rsquo;\u00e9crire<br \/>\nd&rsquo;inscrire qu&rsquo;\u00e9taient des fois<br \/>\nun tas de poup\u00e9es de cire<br \/>\nun p&rsquo;tit rat de l&rsquo;op\u00e9ra<br \/>\nqu&rsquo;a juste fait fr\u00e9mir<br \/>\nsa rose au coin du bois<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em>Pour oublier de lui dire<br \/>\nQue c&rsquo;\u00e9tait bien<br \/>\nquand elle \u00e9tait<br \/>\ndans le creux de ses bras<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>devant les images qui d\u00e9filent les flashes de guerres au spectacle insens\u00e9 d&rsquo;un absurde qui tournoie chaque monde chaque seconde J&rsquo;ai des milliers de souffles de vie qui parcourent tout mon corps malgr\u00e9 l&rsquo;obscurit\u00e9 malgr\u00e9 qu&rsquo;ici ce soit Londres Je voudrais te dire Que ton petit soldat Le grand guerrier auquel tu crois n&rsquo;est qu&rsquo;un 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