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j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
là par la fenêtre dans la vieille maison
pour puis en dehors
bougies se renversant en longueur dans des bidons de tomate
j'ai entendu qu'une certaine princesse
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
frère, je suis le feu
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts

 



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