{"id":896,"date":"2009-05-25T16:10:20","date_gmt":"2009-05-25T16:10:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/?p=458"},"modified":"2009-05-25T16:10:20","modified_gmt":"2009-05-25T16:10:20","slug":"trace-en-rouge-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2009\/05\/trace-en-rouge-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Trac\u00e9 en rouge – 4"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00e0 mes mains caressent \u00e9panouissent sous les caresses redoubler de tant de rouges caresses ton coeur passionn\u00e9 pour lib\u00e9rer la boue immobile l\u2019attente non tu ne voulais plus attendre mais si tu pouvais attendre un pas de moi mes jambes fatigu\u00e9es tu savais il a suffit d\u2019un pas pour caresser ton corps non pas de surprise mais si tu es surprise alors que tu croyais me conna\u00eetre non tu disais non \u00e0 tout pourtant tu attendais ce pas un grand pas pour tes petits pas fatigu\u00e9s dans la boue non ce n\u2019\u00e9tait pas de la peur l\u2019attente seulement l\u2019attente de la peur qui te faisait avait tant de passion \u00e0 sourire non trop de sourires non tu avais peur un peu peut-\u00eatre un peu peur que je partes avant de faire le pas attendre tu as su attendre que le sang coule sur mon visage que le rouge noircissent ma vue pour \u00e9teindre ce sourire visage sans sourire rouge de peur<\/p>\n

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(…) \u00e0 mes mains caressent \u00e9panouissent sous les caresses redoubler de tant de rouges caresses ton coeur passionn\u00e9 pour lib\u00e9rer la boue immobile l\u2019attente non tu ne voulais plus attendre mais si tu pouvais attendre un pas de moi mes jambes fatigu\u00e9es tu savais il a suffit d\u2019un pas pour caresser ton corps non pas … <\/p>\n

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