Marin d’eau douce
\nDevant ses yeux immenses
\nIl est parti un soir
\nLoin de ce pays de mousse
\nQu’on appelle l’enfance
\nL\u00e0 o\u00f9 le vide pousse
\nQuand on oublie de voir
\nQue l’innocence est rousse
\net br\u00fble \u00e0 l’encensoir
\ndu c\u0153ur et de ses frousses<\/p>\n
Il est parti hagard
\nQuand la nuit est tomb\u00e9e
\nQuand l’ombre du grand soir
\nS’est \u00e9crite \u00e0 main lev\u00e9e
\nSur des pages d’encre noire
\nO\u00f9 l’on lisait le gr\u00e9
\nDes al\u00e9as sans veine
\nNi main pour les tourner
\nPerdu derri\u00e8re la sc\u00e8ne
\nSans texte \u00e0 d\u00e9biter<\/p>\n
Capitaine du n\u00e9ant
\nD’une tendresse qui le saigne
\nQui s’accroche au gr\u00e9ement
\nD\u00e9nud\u00e9 de la reine
\nQu’il mettrait \u00e0 l’avant
\nDes ann\u00e9es sans \u00e9trennes
\nAu mot triste du vent
\nIl s’invente l’amant
\nDans un ciel de tra\u00eene
\nPour faire de ce semblant
\nLa beaut\u00e9 des prochaines<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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