tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68015422629851938462024-03-28T11:12:41.361-07:00YVES-DENIS DELAPORTEPoétisons! YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.comBlogger1030125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-53645174689754512302024-03-19T08:40:00.001-07:002024-03-19T08:49:56.760-07:00 Clume,c'est ton tour!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Va, file, danse, joue</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mets amicalement</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ton trop</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans ton métro!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Joue, va, file, danse</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tendrement muse </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans ton bus!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Danse, joue, va, file </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fraternellement autour de terre </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans ton RER!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">File, danse, joue, va</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Travaille ou distrais-toi ou médite le temps qui passe </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Maternellement ou paternellement</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Avec la RATP!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je n'ai pas trouvé de rime pour RATP- clume,c'est ton tour!</span></span></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-85253295025994533672024-01-29T11:27:00.004-08:002024-01-29T12:19:48.533-08:00 On ne tue pas le fortuit! <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En vain</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Ile de la Cité</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je supprime le hasard</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Préfecture de Paris</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">J'augmente les coïncidences </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jardin des Plantes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je tente le destin</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ligne 27 </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tout est inutile</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rien</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je ne le rencontrerai pas </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En vain</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je ne le rencontrerai pas </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rien</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tout est inutile </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ligne 27 </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je tente le destin</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jardin des Plantes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">J'augmente les coïncidences </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Préfecture de Paris</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je supprime le hasard</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ile de la Cité</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En vain</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je ne le rencontrerai pas </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pas de réconciliation</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rien</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">On ne tue pas le fortuit! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-9044085799640416122024-01-21T15:19:00.002-08:002024-01-21T15:19:43.468-08:00Et la neige rose<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">J'aime le brouillard de l'aube</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quand le soleil doux en éclaire les atomes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Et la neige rose.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">J'aime le brouillard de l'aube</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quand saoule la ville blanchit sous la lune atone</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Et la neige rose.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">J'aime le brouillard de l'aube</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Trainant autour des sapins mous et des cyprès</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Et la neige rose.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">J'aime le brouillard de l'aube </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quand les étoiles s'y dissipent en roux coup</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">erets</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Et la neige rose.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> J'aime le brouillard de l'aube</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quand le fils de Latone me dit; Poète, ça y est</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ton poème sonne; fou, pose ton luth, tes lauriers</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Et la neige rose.</span></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-3581471533859263802024-01-15T15:49:00.003-08:002024-01-15T15:51:22.853-08:00Frederico Garcia Lorca<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pauvres Humains</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Malheureuse Humanité souffrante</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nous sommes des marionnettes </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">De simples marionnettes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ocres</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Bariolées de mauve et d'orange </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A la tête calcaire d'œuf dur </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">De fragiles pantins</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mûs </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Par plus grand que nous</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Par plus fort que nous </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Par plus beau que nous </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ce qui fait notre force et notre faiblesse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans un castelet doré et argenté</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tenu par le Diable</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Joker rubicond de Dieu</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et pour eux</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ces âmes damnées</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Poètes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nous saignons </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Agneaux </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pour sauver notre Public</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me disait </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans un rêve</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hier soir</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le Poète Frederico Garcia Lorca</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans une toge blanche</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ensanglantée</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tenant un agneau</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saignant</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saignant </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saignant</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En rouge fondu-enchainé or</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Un agneau de gloire</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Au delà du Bien et du Mal</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Apaisant</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Réconciliant l'Humanité</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Par la Poésie</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">L'agneau de Gand</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bélier sacrificiel</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Victorieux dans l'aube du Premier Jour. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-67609846674780649522023-12-30T13:41:00.008-08:002024-02-08T01:08:06.414-08:00Indomestiqué<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ma poésie est mièvre, bancale</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Certes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ma poésie est enfantine, boiteuse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Certes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ma poésie est candide, marche mal</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Certes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais elle est mienne</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seule</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mienne</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seule</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quand </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans la nuit finissante</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je forge</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans ton empire</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Apollon</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pour t'amadouer</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dieu sauvage</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je forge</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Inspiré</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Et prends mon marteau lourd</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et frappe</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et étire</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et tape</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et trempe</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans l'eau glacée</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ce feu </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rutilant</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Qui me dévore l'esprit, le corps et l'âme</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et forge</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et brandis </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En harmonie avec le feu</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Au soleil levant</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>L' é</span><span>pée</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Empire </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Epique </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vers toi</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Apollon</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Toujours</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Indomestiqué</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Poète forgeron</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et danse et danse et danse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bélier</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans l'aube rutilante de MARS!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-16951383442022223302023-12-20T08:43:00.006-08:002023-12-20T08:47:29.766-08:00Pharaon<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Au soleil </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chaud</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Etiré</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le chat</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pharaon </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Contemple</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Patapouf</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ses esclaves</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Au jardin</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">S'affairer</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et baille</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et s'étire</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Encore plus</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Baigné de lumière</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et se rendort</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans un énième sommeil</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ronronnant</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A la lumière de la lune.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et moi </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Poète</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> J'admire mon Pharaon</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">D'autant plus! </span></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-22741819655832806892023-12-16T10:45:00.001-08:002023-12-16T10:45:38.358-08:00Trahison<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Toujours le sage Philosophe </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Avec la RAISON </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></p><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">Est un logicien </span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">Trahissant son CESARION. </span></div>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-46022682437918561792023-12-14T13:56:00.004-08:002023-12-14T14:02:11.439-08:00Routine<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.03); white-space-collapse: preserve;">J'aime la routine</span></span></p><span face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.03); white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"> La routine de la Charente</div><div style="text-align: center;">La Charente tranquille comme moi</div><div style="text-align: center;">Comme moi tranquille ce matin</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ce matin où je suis seul</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seul dans ma promenade</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans ma promenade près de la Corderie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Près de la Corderie vert-de-grès file</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Vert-de-grès file ma vie, j'aime ma routine</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quand dansent les roseaux...</div></span></span>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-78477334444626509372023-12-09T02:50:00.009-08:002023-12-09T03:16:09.085-08:00Manichéen<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Manichéen</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Poète</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> J<span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">e suis manichéen,</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> J'aime toutes les nuances de gris</span><img alt="🤔" class="small-emoji emoji style-scope yt-formatted-string" src="https://www.youtube.com/s/gaming/emoji/7ff574f2/emoji_u1f914.png" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; height: var(--yt-formatted-string-small-emoji-size,16px); margin: 0px 2px 3px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle; white-space-collapse: preserve; width: var(--yt-formatted-string-small-emoji-size,16px);" /><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et les couleurs qui s'interchangent </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">Au gré de la lumière</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0f0f0f; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;">De Noel </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto" face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">De l'or, de l'argent, des pierres précieuses </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #0f0f0f; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Des étoiles, de la lune, du Soleil</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #0f0f0f; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Des pommes d'amour</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #0f0f0f; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #0f0f0f; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Et de la Poésie </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #0f0f0f; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Gadoue luminescente </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #0f0f0f; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sous la neige de Décembre❤️💕❤️</span></span></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-42952000971619849662023-11-24T14:29:00.005-08:002023-11-24T14:38:59.905-08:00Ma boule de neige<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Frénétiquement</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">J'agite</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fanatiquement</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je remue </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La boule de neige</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Merveilleuse...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ah</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">J'aime la confusion</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La neige </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tombant</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Au hasard</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Avant que tout ne </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">se fige</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Définitivement</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En morne nature enneigée </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">J'agite</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le petit bocal féérique</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Avant le calme plat </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ah</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">J'aime </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La neige candide qui inverse tout</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tout ce qui brouille l'</span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">œil</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Avant le grand calme </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Avant le grand silence</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Avant le grand blanc</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans ma boule de neige.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-71930270887981276432023-11-18T06:12:00.001-08:002023-11-18T06:12:09.227-08:00Bleuté<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Dans la nuit sans espoir</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bleutée</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La lumière de veille </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">De la porte des voisins</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eclaire tout en bleuté</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tout ce matin pâle </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">blême</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le rez-de-chaussée ensanglanté</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La porte translucide perlée de larmes de lumière</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le véhicule blanc</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Où des pompiers </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">S'affairent</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La pleine lune argentée inflexible</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">De</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cette nuit là</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La fenêtre dorée</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Du haut de la maison</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En bas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tout petit</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Mon père accidenté<span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Transporté en urgence</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Toujours de face</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Muet</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">S'effaçant</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans le bleuté</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans une lumière bleutée, infiniment bleutée </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bleutée</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Toujours ce bleuté</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">De son dernier voyage.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-21982155493803925932023-11-02T01:22:00.001-07:002023-11-02T01:29:57.258-07:00綾野 睦子<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Près de la chapelle du Chemin de Croix</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Qui serpente, chemine et ruisselle de brouillard </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ce matin</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rouge puis marron puis brun puis noir</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le sol sous les pommiers se décompose </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chaque automne</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chaque année</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chaque décennie</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">De feuilles mortes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Dorées par l'aube de la Toussaint...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ah pitoyable sort</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Son meurtrier à l'air enfantin et aux mains trop grandes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Savait parler parfaitement la langue qu'elle étudiait</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Trèves </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sans aucun accent! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Détail sinistre</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je me dis toujours choqué</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">De la méchanceté du destin cruel</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Homicide</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Qui tempête frappe la gentillesse et met à terre </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Les pommiers en fleur et Mutsuko Ayano.</span></p><h1 class="firstHeading mw-first-heading" id="firstHeading" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); font-family: "Linux Libertine", "Palatino Linotype", Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 1.8em; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.375; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; overflow: visible; padding: 0px;"><span class="mw-page-title-main"> </span>綾野 睦子 </h1><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-5185024444368718132023-10-30T10:00:00.001-07:002023-10-30T10:00:16.195-07:00Les cagouilles de la Toussaint<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Au soleil de la Toussaint</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pachydermiques</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Les cagouilles dorées</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dodues et grasses à lard</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sommeillent dans mon jardin trempé</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et lentement</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Agitant spasmodiquement leurs antennes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Translucides</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Digèrent leur cognac</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sur l'herbe fraiche perlée</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans des pensées divines </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que nul ne peut saisir ou comprendre</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">S'il n'est cagouille, Poète et bien antenné ! </span></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-41851889109592559622023-10-21T02:51:00.006-07:002023-10-21T02:56:13.272-07:00Fastoche<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Poète mort</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sauvé par la foi</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sauvé par l'amour des autres</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sauvé par tes œuvres</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sauvé dans ton nihilisme par l'espérance du Salut</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Poète pardonné</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tourne autour de la Cité de Dieu</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tourne autour de la Jérusalem céleste</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tourne autour de la République divine</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Guide-toi à l'étoile de Bethléem</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Maintenant soleil roux</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eclairant le désert </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Maintenant jardin d'Eden</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Va</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vers le Rédempteur</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Roi</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Va </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Grimpe l'échelle de Jacob</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enchanté par la musique des séraphins et des Trônes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Tourne sept fois autour de la Ville</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tourne </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vainc ton Jéricho</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fais tomber tes murs</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et enfin choisis</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Une </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Des </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Douze</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Portes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Qui brillent</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans le néant</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Choisis</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ton ange</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans la seconde éternelle</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me dit l'aigle de PATHMOS</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Prédestiné Poète comme l'Humanité repentante</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sauvé</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Choisis!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Fastoche, ange terrible</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fastoche</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La porte violette de mon signe </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le Bélier</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alpha et Oméga</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> La porte d'améthyste....</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-3854896524984393842023-10-21T00:17:00.003-07:002023-10-21T00:20:05.549-07:00Rue Courbet<p style="text-align: center;">Rue Courbet</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Tranquille</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sous mes pas</p><p style="text-align: center;">Humides</p><p style="text-align: center;">Les pavés froids glissent</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Rue Courbet</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Encore plumés</p><p style="text-align: center;">Les tilleuls dansent</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sous la pluie fine de la Toussaint</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Rue Courbet</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">A la pleine lune</p><p style="text-align: center;">Saoule</p><p style="text-align: center;">La chapelle brille</p><p style="text-align: center;">De milles épis dorés</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Rue Courbet</p><p style="text-align: center;">Dans la seule rue courbée</p><p style="text-align: center;">de Rochefort</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tout va ,tout passe, tout s'efface</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tout meurt et renait</p><p style="text-align: center;">Dans le brouillard</p><p style="text-align: center;">De Novembre</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Rue Courbet</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Ce matin</p><p style="text-align: center;">Apollon </p><p style="text-align: center;">Tombe </p><p style="text-align: center;">Son</p><p style="text-align: center;">Couperet poétique</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sur elle</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Rue Courbet</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Je pianote</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pour elle</p><p style="text-align: center;">Allez savoir pourquoi</p><p style="text-align: center;">Je n'y habite plus</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pourtant</p><p style="text-align: center;">Chez elle</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Rue Courbet</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Mais elle infuse dans mon thé</p><p style="text-align: center;">Thé Earl Grey mélancolique</p><p style="text-align: center;">Ce main radieux</p><p style="text-align: center;">De marché</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Rue Courbet</p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-89629020700159427852023-10-12T09:39:00.004-07:002023-10-19T13:11:12.618-07:00Anneau d'or<p style="text-align: center;">Sous le sable de la plage de VILLLEFRANCHE</p><p style="text-align: center;">S'éteint</p><p style="text-align: center;">Dans les ondes</p><p style="text-align: center;">Un anneau d'or</p><p style="text-align: center;">Echappé de l'annulaire </p><p style="text-align: center;">Las!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Dans le sable glauque de VILLEFRANCHE </p><p style="text-align: center;">Perd</p><p style="text-align: center;">L'anneau d'or</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tous ses pouvoirs</p><p style="text-align: center;">Lentement s'enfonce dans la vase</p><p style="text-align: center;">Entre les cailloux et les galets roses</p><p style="text-align: center;">Las!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Sur le sable doré de VILLEFRANCHE</p><p style="text-align: center;">Heureux goupil qui le retrouvera</p><p style="text-align: center;">Mon anneau d'or</p><p style="text-align: center;">Perdu </p><p style="text-align: center;">Le mettra à son doigt </p><p style="text-align: center;">L'anneau d'or perdu</p><p style="text-align: center;"> - Ou malheureux!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Heureuse rade de VILLEFRANCHE </p><p style="text-align: center;">L'anneau d'or</p><p style="text-align: center;">Cadeau paternel </p><p style="text-align: center;">Dort </p><p style="text-align: center;">Dans tes flancs</p><p style="text-align: center;">Et j'envie son inventeur</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Je pense</p><p style="text-align: center;"> tout en caressant l'anneau d'argent HERMES à mon auriculaire</p><p style="text-align: center;">Trouvé à MENTON</p><p style="text-align: center;">Par hasard</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tout en regardant mon annulaire toujours rougi.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Mon anneau d'or me manque toujours</p><p style="text-align: center;">Mon précieux me manque à mon doigt endorli</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Je donne à NEPTUNE; HERMES me rend </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Je pleure ma chance</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Gollum Poète! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-4677588964240740532023-09-30T22:03:00.005-07:002023-10-20T23:55:42.105-07:00Rue Grimaux<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Rue Grimaux</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans la lumière déclinante </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">D'octobre</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Les chats</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En laisse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ronronnent</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Libres</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chauds</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Au soleil</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chaud</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Encore</span></p><p><br /></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-75276206007923587682023-09-23T11:46:00.001-07:002023-09-23T11:48:45.620-07:00Le bel Octobre<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Doré </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le bel Octobre</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Là</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le bel Octobre danse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans les brumes du matin</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Argenté</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le bel Octobre </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ici</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le bel Octobre danse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans les brouillards du matin</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Magenta</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le bel Octobre</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Ici et là </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le bel Octobre danse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans la rosée du matin</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cyan</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le bel Octobre </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Là et ici</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le bel Octobre danse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans le givre du matin</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lunaire</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le bel Octobre</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans l'au-delà</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le bel Octobre ne danse plus</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans le silence du matin.</span></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-9578275467391393942023-09-22T12:36:00.002-07:002023-09-22T12:36:35.446-07:00Toussaint<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.03); font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Lugubres</span></span></p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.03);"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Les tournesols</div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Calcinés</div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Penchent leurs têtes</div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sinistres</div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Vers le sol noir</div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;">De la terre desséchée</div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Et dansent</div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Leur triste menuet</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> Sur le chemin vers le cimetière</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;">A leur vue une pensée me hante</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fin septembre</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que le temps est doux et le soleil serein</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Bientôt la Toussaint!</div></span></span>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-38735369304381209432023-09-13T02:43:00.002-07:002023-09-23T12:10:44.782-07:00Mon petit plaisir<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> J'aime </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le tourteau</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Doré</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A la croute sable</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais incivil et impoli</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">J'en ai honte</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">J'en goûte d'abord</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seulement</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le doux et le sucré</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Du moelleux</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pour déguster </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">L'amer et le salé</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Du dur</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bien ensuite</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ce n'est pas joli et pas poli</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais c'est bien meilleur</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et je fais la même chose avec le pain</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">C'est constant de ma part</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En privé</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mon petit plaisir.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-43410171259951692082023-08-24T22:00:00.002-07:002023-08-24T22:03:57.986-07:00Saint Christophe<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Porte moi </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je suis fétu de paille</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans tes bras</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Disait l'enfant au géant</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Réprouvé</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tenant une bougie</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans la nuit noire</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Porte moi</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans l'eau du fleuve boueuse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tu seras lavé de tout péché!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Porte moi</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Je suis le monde</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans tes bras</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Disait l'enfant à l'ermite</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans la nuit noire</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tenant une bougie</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Réprouvé</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Porte moi</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans l'eau du fleuve boueuse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tu seras lavé de tout péché!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et le duo</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans l'eau limpide</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">S'évanouissait</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans les flots apaisés</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A jamais</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans l'aube</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La porte rouge du Paradis</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">S'ouvrait et se fermait</span><span><span style="font-size: large;"> à </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Saint Christophe</span><span style="font-size: large;"> tenant Dieu...</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-16682223701507416332023-08-24T09:59:00.004-07:002023-10-15T03:18:37.881-07:00Cour intérieure<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Prends ta pipe d'hussard</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A ton autel</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et une allumette longue</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et le briquet</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et descends vers ton royaume </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vert</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A l'intérieur de ta maison de ville </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La Cour intérieure.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans cet espace rempli de fleurs </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et de livres</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nomades</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mets-toi </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A l'aise</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans le blanc livide qui baigne la Cour intérieure</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et bourre ta pipe lentement</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et embrase le tabac miel</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et aspire et inspire le feu Salamandre</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et suspends</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans un brouillard magique bleuté puis rosé puis orangé</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le temps présent </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le passé et le futur</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans ta dimension</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La Cour intérieure.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans le crépuscule</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Progressif</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Souffle et médite</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et rêve</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans les étoiles</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En haut</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Comme Dieu</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tout en bas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ici</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Suspends ton jugement</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">C'est ton domaine</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ton Nirvana</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ton lieu préféré de distraction</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Baignée par la lune blonde</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La Cour intérieure.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ecoute le Silence et le Bruit</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et le brouhaha lointain</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et les discussions proches des voisins</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans la nuit qui enveloppe et tue </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Endors toi</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">N'aie pas de scrupule</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans le sommeil</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tout s'éteint et meurt et ressuscite</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dans ton sommeil</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Elle</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brille encore plus magnifique</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La Cour intérieure.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et au réveil</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sans tabac</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La pipe morte à terre</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Les cendres grises et froides</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le foyer éteint</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Demain</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A l'aube</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ne pleure pas </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Plutôt</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Contemple </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Le soleil</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Qui inonde peu à peu la Cour intérieure</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Et reconquiert avec toi son domaine</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Les glycines, les plants sauvages, la tasse de café éventrée et les livres au sol</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Conquistador</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La jungle domestique t'appelle</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Navigateur</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Elle t'appelle </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sirène civilisatrice</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nouvel Ulysse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ta Méditerranée ou ta Baltique</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ta Cour intérieure.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-29922348895488309852023-08-20T00:23:00.000-07:002023-08-20T00:23:16.647-07:00à la balançoire<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tout
Au loin
Dans le vert
Prend feu et s'enflamme et empourpre
Le ciel</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">
L'enfant lui joue</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">
Indifférent
Au public
Contemplatif
Devant la catastrophe</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">
Il n'en a cure</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">
Sans s'en soucier</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">
Antipathique</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">
L'enfant joue à la balançoire</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">
Moins antipathique cependant que le NERON
Autour de lui.</span></span></div><br /><p></p>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-7520448545280435882023-08-17T04:55:00.003-07:002023-08-17T05:05:48.733-07:00Dragon de fortune<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"> <span face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Endormi</span></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Sur mon hamac</span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Dans mes rêves</span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">J'entraine mon Dragon </span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Sur mon hamac</span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">J'entraine mon Dragon </span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Dans mes songes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Est-il moi</span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Ou suis-je lui?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Le temps du sommeil</span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Ne répare rien</span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quand je me réveille</span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Sous mon hamac</span></div><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Endorli Poète</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><span face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Ciao</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Je pleure</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Dragon de Fortune</span></div></span><div style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: white;">Envolé!</span></div></span>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801542262985193846.post-70465115421346769292023-08-05T12:51:00.002-07:002023-08-05T12:51:19.843-07:00Pain perdu!<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="6cv5m" data-offset-key="acojc-0-0" style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="acojc-0-0" style="direction: ltr; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span data-offset-key="acojc-0-0" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">La Poésie est un ange </span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="6cv5m" data-offset-key="2bu5u-0-0" style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="2bu5u-0-0" style="direction: ltr; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span data-offset-key="2bu5u-0-0" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">Au pain blond</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="6cv5m" data-offset-key="7nb2t-0-0" style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="7nb2t-0-0" style="direction: ltr; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span data-offset-key="7nb2t-0-0" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">Trempé dans du lait</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="6cv5m" data-offset-key="blndj-0-0" style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="blndj-0-0" style="direction: ltr; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span data-offset-key="blndj-0-0" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Et du sucre et des œufs</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="6cv5m" data-offset-key="al1ac-0-0" style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="al1ac-0-0" style="direction: ltr; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span data-offset-key="al1ac-0-0" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aussi doux et roux et bon</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="6cv5m" data-offset-key="9mvf0-0-0" style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="9mvf0-0-0" style="direction: ltr; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span data-offset-key="9mvf0-0-0" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">Au beurre</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="6cv5m" data-offset-key="lqqp-0-0" style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="lqqp-0-0" style="direction: ltr; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span data-offset-key="lqqp-0-0" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">Frétillant</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="6cv5m" data-offset-key="2701j-0-0" style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="2701j-0-0" style="direction: ltr; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span data-offset-key="2701j-0-0" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">A la poêle </span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="6cv5m" data-offset-key="af752-0-0" style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="af752-0-0" style="direction: ltr; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span data-offset-key="af752-0-0" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">Qu'une larme au soleil d'aout</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="6cv5m" data-offset-key="3vor1-0-0" style="font-family: TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="3vor1-0-0" style="direction: ltr; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><span data-offset-key="3vor1-0-0" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ou un pain perdu!</span></span></div></div>YVESDENIS DELAPORTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11991109932661683527noreply@blogger.com3