{"id":900,"date":"2009-05-31T16:13:45","date_gmt":"2009-05-31T16:13:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/?p=466"},"modified":"2009-05-31T16:13:45","modified_gmt":"2009-05-31T16:13:45","slug":"trace-en-rouge-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2009\/05\/trace-en-rouge-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Trac\u00e9 en rouge – 7"},"content":{"rendered":"

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lutte non le rouge lib\u00e8re le cri d\u2019amour \u00e9cho doux de mes mots doux fuite enfin fuite de la peur non tu n\u2019avais plus peur dans tes yeux tu cherchais l\u2019air l\u2019air vif de mes mots de ma bouche comment mes mots d\u2019amour te plaisaient mes mots pour tes yeux bleus pour ce sourire vide pour ta passion s\u2019\u00e9coulant rouge mes yeux inond\u00e9s de larmes de rouge fatigu\u00e9s de te chercher si loin se souvenir de l\u2019air vif sur ton cou les traces de rouge sur mes mains se souvenir de tes mots tu parlais tu parlais contre la boue des mots rouges des gr\u00e9lons en pluie de gr\u00e9 ou de force mes mots d\u2019amour glissaient dans ton coeur mes mots merveilleux fracass\u00e9s par la pluie le tonnerre de ta pluie tes mots non pas ces mots sortir de ta gorge sortie de ce si joli cou couper mon \u00e9lan<\/p>\n

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(…) lutte non le rouge lib\u00e8re le cri d\u2019amour \u00e9cho doux de mes mots doux fuite enfin fuite de la peur non tu n\u2019avais plus peur dans tes yeux tu cherchais l\u2019air l\u2019air vif de mes mots de ma bouche comment mes mots d\u2019amour te plaisaient mes mots pour tes yeux bleus pour ce sourire … <\/p>\n

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