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		<title>222</title>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>lumi&#232;re</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>geste</dc:subject>
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		<dc:subject>aveugle </dc:subject>
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&lt;p&gt;dans mon r&#233;cit d'aveugle quelle couleur a son geste nu quelle lumi&#232;re enflamme le dos de ses prairies&lt;/p&gt;


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		<title>28</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article605</link>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>geste</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>chagrin</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#233;cailles</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;sans chagrin je me noie tout agit&#233; d'&#233;cailles. et c'est ainsi que je de chaque geste meurs&lt;/p&gt;

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		<title>6.9</title>
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		<dc:date>2013-09-30T18:59:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>silence</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>nuit</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>geste</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>saison</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pluie</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>attente</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;car il n'y a plus de digue derri&#232;re cette cascade de silence&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;entre moi et la pluie&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
se tait la longue attente (...)&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;entre moi et la pluie&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
se tait la longue attente&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
d'une saison fragile&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;plus aucun geste&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
ne blessera la nuit&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
si j'oublie de crier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>235</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article44</link>
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		<dc:date>2013-06-16T12:11:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>chemin</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>geste</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;Ce qui m'a sembl&#233; le plus juste sur mon chemin, ce fut ce geste lumineux d'&#233;carter.&lt;/p&gt;

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		<title>221</title>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>temps</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>geste</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>irr&#233;ductible</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>po&#232;me</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;Le temps de son geste le po&#232;me rend vivable l'Irr&#233;ductible.&lt;/p&gt;

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		<title>109</title>
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		<dc:date>2012-04-05T08:18:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>mots</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>silence</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>don</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>souffle</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>geste</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>ench&#226;sser</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;On ne se soustrait jamais aux mots, qui ench&#226;ssent secr&#232;tement en nous leur geste et leur souffle jusqu'au &lt;i&gt; silence &lt;/i&gt;, m&#234;me final, qui lui-m&#234;me est un don.&lt;/p&gt;

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