tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-100303162011-04-22T06:22:48.622+02:00emiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778652775641574774noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10030316.post-1110034931981009312005-03-05T15:40:00.000+01:002005-03-05T16:02:11.996+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">les papillons s'en sont allés</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">d'austères stérilités</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">des coeurs déséchés</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">les papillons sont tristes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">les vies sont misères</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">les papillons : cendres-poussières</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">balayés aux mondes ruinés</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">sont les lieux des peines</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">qui n'existent que lorsqu'elles cessent</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">et la séductions, les corrollaires</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">spectacles délétères</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de tristes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">puérils</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"> pathétiques</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"> pusillanimes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"> pitoyables</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">pantins</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">emilie le pire</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">c'est que l'on y retourne souffrir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">faut-il que les bonheurs d'amour</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">soient d'autrui, les malheurs balourds?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">faut-il qu'aux existences rêvées</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">l'on n'aie cesse de s'achever?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">. . ? . .</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030316-111003493198100931?l=briselescoeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778652775641574774noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10030316.post-1110033367067087752005-03-05T13:55:00.000+01:002005-03-05T15:36:07.076+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">faut-il que ces exils</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">soient des arrachements criés ?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">faut-il que ces exils</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">soient sans retour espérés?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">faut-il que d'espoir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">l'on finisse le coeur broyé?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">d'abandons en lâchetés</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">. . . . . . .</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">les larmes jamais séchées</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">a s'exiter périr</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux peines de routes errées</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">le tout si proche du rien</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux néants, à dépérire</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">à s'exister souffir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux bas-fond, les veines coupées</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>emilie se meurt en vain</strong></span></div>-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030316-111003336706708775?l=briselescoeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778652775641574774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10030316.post-1109422484958785052005-02-26T13:08:00.000+01:002005-03-05T13:50:50.690+01:00<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">"je pleure de ne pouvoir partager</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">un amour une amitié</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">jamais entiers</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">un peu lâche,... de peur tenaillée"</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">émilie de ne pas choisir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de feux-passions tristes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux bonheurs antagonistes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">émilie n'a cesse </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de se trahir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">n'y a-t-il de routes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">à parcourrir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">que de larmes bordées</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">que de sang jonchées</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">émilie finit</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de s'en aller</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">comme elle</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">était restée</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">émilie <strong>nihiliste</strong> s'en va s'assassiner</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;">:</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">a mourrir d'amour, de chagrins périr</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux bas-fond soupirs...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">émilie s'en va <strong>se terminer</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030316-110942248495878505?l=briselescoeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778652775641574774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10030316.post-1109419591370138262005-02-26T12:31:00.000+01:002005-02-26T13:06:31.376+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">ainsi, soit triste</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de cesser de parler</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">émilie désespérée</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">s'enfuit de ne pas partir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">que de rester en vie</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">ce n'est là que mourrir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">petites tragédies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">amertumes polies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de sa vie le poison</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de cesser de parler</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">ainsi sans lui</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">à errer si triste</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">le poison la tue...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de la faire vivre.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030316-110941959137013826?l=briselescoeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778652775641574774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10030316.post-1107098745170860492005-01-30T15:28:00.000+01:002005-01-30T16:25:45.170+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux ombres de nos peines</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">fleurissent en larmes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">les tentatives vaines</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">qui flétrissent sans vacarme</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de chants pensant </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">dérives allant</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">émilie chimère</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux rives lisières</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">un sourire au lèvres</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">pleure celui sans qui</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">pourtant, si belle</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">bousculée aux vents</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">émilie mystère</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">déambule cimetière</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux crépuscule des temps</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux chants pensants </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">dérives et poussières</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">émilie vipère</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">sème l'oubli misère</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux rives des vivants</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux rives des silences</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux ombres de nos peines</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">fleurissent en larmes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">les tentatives vaines</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">qui flétrissent sans vacarme</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"> émilie sans bruit</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>pleure celui qu'elle fuit</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030316-110709874517086049?l=briselescoeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778652775641574774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10030316.post-1105880080425121132005-01-16T13:06:00.000+01:002005-01-16T13:54:40.426+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">A s'oublier</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">les regards mouillés</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">A s'emporter</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">et ne rien espérer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">A s'envoler</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">et ne rien laisser</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">A embrasser</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">un amour impossédé</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">a apaiser</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">les passions consumées</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">A s'écouter</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">A tout recomposer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">aux mélodies chantées</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">aux chemins colorés</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">A s'oublier</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>les regards brillés</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">émilie pleure...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>ses rencontres rêvées</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030316-110588008042512113?l=briselescoeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778652775641574774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10030316.post-1105798841337357412005-01-15T14:45:00.000+01:002005-01-15T15:20:41.336+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de parodies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">en parodies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">marteaux, faucilles, bureaux</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">dévots</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">aux vots</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">des erres</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de parodies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">en parodies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">marteaux, faucilles, bureaux</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">dévots</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">des mots</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">se terrent</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">les maux</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">mystères</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">des flots</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">misères</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de parodies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">en parodies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">marteaux, faucilles, bureaux</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">drapeaux</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">breloques</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">jamais</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">n'évoque</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">les pha-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">lanstères?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">marteaux, faucilles, bureaux : </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">un leurre vaut bien mille heures</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de paix!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">de parodies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">en parodies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">ni paix, ni guerre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">non- rêves, si laids</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>d'infinies litanies, émilie s'ennuie...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span> </div> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030316-110579884133735741?l=briselescoeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778652775641574774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10030316.post-1105403313940968252005-01-11T01:24:00.000+01:002005-01-11T01:28:33.940+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">.--.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">de rage contrie,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">elle s'enfuit</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">les peines sont les misères des gens seuls</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">des illusions meurtries</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">elle se fini</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">les tristesses sont, des erres, le linceul</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">les mélancolies-désert jamais seuls</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">une fleur aux lèvres</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">un sourire impoli</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">aux murs malpolis</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">un sourire aux lèvres</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">fragiles inconsistences </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">de vaines inexistences</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Emilie se suicide comme d'autres rient</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030316-110540331394096825?l=briselescoeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778652775641574774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10030316.post-1105265274827948162005-01-09T10:55:00.000+01:002005-01-09T11:07:54.826+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">aux crépuscules des mondes vécus</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">ne voit-on poindre les mondes rêvés</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">aux idoles des mondes ruinés</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">aux matins des songes oubliés</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">l'on s'existe des vies rêvées</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">ni leurres ni vérités</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">aux lendemains jamais chantés</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030316-110526527482794816?l=briselescoeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778652775641574774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10030316.post-1105198747956544672005-01-08T16:34:00.000+01:002005-01-08T16:39:07.956+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">lieux inconstants</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">temps interlopes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">les coeurs brisés</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">de peines ailées</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">le tête en dedans</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">au gré des vents</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>elle erre</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">de faux semblants</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030316-110519874795654467?l=briselescoeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778652775641574774noreply@blogger.com0