{"id":91,"date":"2009-12-30T10:43:34","date_gmt":"2009-12-30T09:43:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=91"},"modified":"2009-12-30T10:43:34","modified_gmt":"2009-12-30T09:43:34","slug":"marcher-sur-les-oursins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2009\/12\/30\/marcher-sur-les-oursins\/","title":{"rendered":"Marcher sur les oursins"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Sur le bord des chemins en d\u00e9route<br \/>\nL\u00e0 o\u00f9 sombre le doute<br \/>\no\u00f9 l&rsquo;envie nous \u00e9chappe des mains<br \/>\nau souvenir d&rsquo;un \u00e9t\u00e9<br \/>\nd&rsquo;un mois mouill\u00e9 d&rsquo;ao\u00fbt<br \/>\nOn \u00e9crit un petit mot<br \/>\nsur le coin d&rsquo;une table<br \/>\n\u00e0 la terrasse d&rsquo;un caf\u00e9<br \/>\nOn repense \u00e0 ces plaies<br \/>\n\u00e0 l&rsquo;instant, \u00e0 l&rsquo;oubliable<br \/>\nOn repense \u00e0 ce verre<br \/>\nMoiti\u00e9 vide<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;on r\u00eavait \u00e0 moiti\u00e9 plein<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;on remplissait d&rsquo;alcool<br \/>\nDe notes de musique<br \/>\nDe choses sans importance<br \/>\nPourvues qu&rsquo;elles puisent<br \/>\nL&rsquo;origine du monde<br \/>\nDans notre c\u0153ur de catin<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Sur le bord des chemins en d\u00e9route<br \/>\nquand on ne voit plus rien<br \/>\nplus m\u00eame les corps ni la route<br \/>\nqu&rsquo;on se trace un destin<br \/>\n\u00e0 coups de coups de reins<br \/>\nd\u00e9cousus de fil de feux \u00e9teints<br \/>\nque l&rsquo;avion est sans soute<br \/>\nque m\u00eame au sein des joutes<br \/>\nOn se remplit d&rsquo;un vin<br \/>\nqui tra\u00eene \u00e0 la chaloupe<br \/>\nqui tra\u00eene au port d\u00e9funt<br \/>\nde nos amours foutues<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\">Il y a des morts qui doutent<br \/>\nEt qui sont en chemin<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;ont mis le c\u0153ur en vo\u00fbte<br \/>\nSur une \u00e9tude de Chopin<br \/>\nIls implorent le v\u00e9n\u00e9rable<br \/>\nqui boit toute pri\u00e8re<br \/>\ncomme du sirop d&rsquo;\u00e9rable<br \/>\nqui remet \u00e0 l&rsquo;\u00e9querre<br \/>\nLes murs qu&rsquo;on fait de rien<br \/>\nIl y a l&rsquo;effort, la sueur<br \/>\nDe ce for\u00e7at<br \/>\nQui remontait un ciel<br \/>\nl\u00e0 o\u00f9 il avait plu<br \/>\nL\u00e0 l&rsquo;enfant du vain<br \/>\nn&rsquo;avait s\u00fbrement pas su<br \/>\njouer \u00e0 la marelle<br \/>\nmarcher sur les oursins<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sur le bord des chemins en d\u00e9route L\u00e0 o\u00f9 sombre le doute o\u00f9 l&rsquo;envie nous \u00e9chappe des mains au souvenir d&rsquo;un \u00e9t\u00e9 d&rsquo;un mois mouill\u00e9 d&rsquo;ao\u00fbt On \u00e9crit un petit mot sur le coin d&rsquo;une table \u00e0 la terrasse d&rsquo;un caf\u00e9 On repense \u00e0 ces plaies \u00e0 l&rsquo;instant, \u00e0 l&rsquo;oubliable On repense \u00e0 ce verre 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