{"id":729,"date":"2007-09-13T17:08:12","date_gmt":"2007-09-13T17:08:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/2007\/09\/13\/ne-pleure-pas\/"},"modified":"2007-09-13T17:08:12","modified_gmt":"2007-09-13T17:08:12","slug":"ne-pleure-pas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2007\/09\/ne-pleure-pas\/","title":{"rendered":"Ne pleure pas"},"content":{"rendered":"

J’aurais voulu lui dire de ne pas pleurer
\nJ’aurais voulu lui dire que tout recommencera
\nla tendresse, l’amour, la joie,<\/p>\n

J’aurais voulu lui dire de ne pas pleurer
\nJ’aurais voulu lui dire que nous ne sommes pas tous des salauds
\ndes inconstants, des coureurs, des insensibles<\/p>\n

J’aurais voulu lui dire de ne pas pleurer
\nJ’aurais voulu lui dire mes mots doux
\nfondre dans ses yeux, rire avec son rire<\/p>\n

J’aurais voulu lui dire de ne pas pleurer
\nJ’aurais voulu lui dire que la vie est belle
\nsur son sourire, dans ses cheveux, dans ses bras<\/p>\n

J’aurais voulu lui dire de rester
\nJ’aurais voulu qu’elle m’\u00e9coute, moi, son confident,
\ndevenir son ange d’amour, la vent l\u00e9ger de son quotidien
\n\u00eatre celui qui chahute ses journ\u00e9es, son nouvel amour.<\/p>\n

d’apr\u00e8s le photoblog Beaucoup d’images sur pas grand chose<\/a>, inspir\u00e9 de la photo Cry me a river<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

J’aurais voulu lui dire de ne pas pleurer J’aurais voulu lui dire que tout recommencera la tendresse, l’amour, la joie, J’aurais voulu lui dire de ne pas pleurer J’aurais voulu lui dire que nous ne sommes pas tous des salauds des inconstants, des coureurs, des insensibles J’aurais voulu lui dire de ne pas pleurer J’aurais … <\/p>\n

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