{"id":98,"date":"2009-12-14T19:00:28","date_gmt":"2009-12-14T18:00:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=98"},"modified":"2009-12-14T19:00:28","modified_gmt":"2009-12-14T18:00:28","slug":"jai-marche-dans-tes-rues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2009\/12\/14\/jai-marche-dans-tes-rues\/","title":{"rendered":"J&rsquo;ai march\u00e9 dans tes rues"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>J&rsquo;ai march\u00e9 dans tes rues comme je jouais dans les rochers<br \/>\nComme j&rsquo;ai dessin\u00e9 des plages au pied des peupliers<br \/>\nD&rsquo;une rivi\u00e8re sans peur qui r\u00eavait de charrier<br \/>\nLes tonnes de gravier o\u00f9 l&rsquo;on voulait dormir<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;importe si nos orteils allaient s&rsquo;\u00e9gratigner<br \/>\nSur le fil des pierres qui t&rsquo;habillaient d&rsquo;avenir<br \/>\nDes souvenirs sans terre, sans mer pour les ramener<br \/>\nL\u00e0 o\u00f9 se meurent les vers qu&rsquo;on s&#8217;empresse d&rsquo;\u00e9crire<br \/>\nComme si les heures manquaient,<br \/>\nComme s&rsquo;il ne fallait s&rsquo;y fier<br \/>\nNous \u00e9tions comme nos pairs<br \/>\nComme des viandes avari\u00e9es<br \/>\nComme des caches mis\u00e8re<br \/>\nAssis sur le strapontin<br \/>\nD&rsquo;un m\u00e9tro, d&rsquo;un RER bond\u00e9<br \/>\nO\u00f9 plus aucune station<br \/>\nN&rsquo;a le go\u00fbt de mouiller<br \/>\nDans l&rsquo;entre-deux d&rsquo;un pont<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>J&rsquo;ai dessin\u00e9 un arbre, les fronti\u00e8res d&rsquo;une nation<br \/>\nDes branches o\u00f9 l&rsquo;on palabre<br \/>\nUne libert\u00e9 factice, un bonheur de fiction<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;y croyais dur comme fer<br \/>\nComme le faire \u00e9tait presque de saison<br \/>\nAlors fallait marcher, courir<br \/>\nOublier que le sable remplissait nos godasses<br \/>\nQue l&rsquo;enfer, c&rsquo;\u00e9tait de mourir par contumace<br \/>\nEt pas de vivre par procuration<br \/>\nNous \u00e9tions nos leitmotivs, nos obsessions<br \/>\nL&rsquo;oc\u00e9an qui cache la falaise<br \/>\nO\u00f9 tant de navires trouveront<br \/>\nUn piano au corps de glaise<br \/>\nUne poup\u00e9e de chiffon<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;importe si l&rsquo;anglaise<br \/>\nInvente des raisons<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>J&rsquo;ai march\u00e9 dans tes rues<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;ai perdu mes papiers<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;ai chopp\u00e9 l&rsquo;exception<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;en ai fait une chanson<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>J&rsquo;ai march\u00e9 dans tes rues comme je jouais dans les rochers Comme j&rsquo;ai dessin\u00e9 des plages au pied des peupliers D&rsquo;une rivi\u00e8re sans peur qui r\u00eavait de charrier Les tonnes de gravier o\u00f9 l&rsquo;on voulait dormir Qu&rsquo;importe si nos orteils allaient s&rsquo;\u00e9gratigner Sur le fil des pierres qui t&rsquo;habillaient d&rsquo;avenir Des souvenirs sans terre, sans 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