{"id":887,"date":"2009-05-17T14:08:25","date_gmt":"2009-05-17T14:08:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/?p=436"},"modified":"2009-05-17T14:08:25","modified_gmt":"2009-05-17T14:08:25","slug":"lecouteur","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2009\/05\/lecouteur\/","title":{"rendered":"L’\u00e9couteur"},"content":{"rendered":"

Je suis fou
\nJ’\u00e9coute aux portes, dans la rue, dans les parcs
\ndans les mus\u00e9es, dans les mus\u00e9es, chez les gens
\nC’est pas si facile
\nd’entendre tout ce qui se dit
\nle banal est ennuyeux
\nles ragots pas toujours croustillants
\nLes compliments souvent calcul\u00e9s
\nLes mondanit\u00e9s trop mielleuses
\nLes murmures plus intrigants
\nils disent les secrets, les vacheries, les mots doux
\nLes d\u00e9clamations trop attendues
\nelles blablatent, parlent faux ou injurient
\nj’exclue les cris d’amour si \u00e9moustillants
\nj’aimerais tout retenir, me souvenir, \u00eatre d\u00e9positaire
\nde tous ces paradoxes
\nmais il en a trop
\nc’est si contradictoire
\nsi impossible \u00e0 comprendre
\nje suis fou, oui,
\nde ces impossibilit\u00e9s
\nle bonheur est \u00e0 port\u00e9e de mots
\nmais ils n’osent pas.<\/p>\n

d’apr\u00e8s le photoblog d’Ilan Bresler<\/a>, inspir\u00e9 de la photo Listener<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Je suis fou J’\u00e9coute aux portes, dans la rue, dans les parcs dans les mus\u00e9es, dans les mus\u00e9es, chez les gens C’est pas si facile d’entendre tout ce qui se dit le banal est ennuyeux les ragots pas toujours croustillants Les compliments souvent calcul\u00e9s Les mondanit\u00e9s trop mielleuses Les murmures plus intrigants ils disent les … <\/p>\n

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