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		<title>quand ta mer ne dira plus la mer</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article897</link>
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		<dc:date>2016-02-24T15:59:46Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>lumi&#232;re</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>silence</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>fleurs</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>chemin</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>soleils</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mer</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>jours</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pierre</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>couleurs</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#233;cho </dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>aubes</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;quand ta mer ne dira plus la mer&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique9" rel="directory"&gt;L'arrache-coeur&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot6" rel="tag"&gt;lumi&#232;re&lt;/a&gt;, 
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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot82" rel="tag"&gt;fleurs&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot100" rel="tag"&gt;chemin&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot163" rel="tag"&gt;soleils&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot191" rel="tag"&gt;mer&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot461" rel="tag"&gt;jours&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot534" rel="tag"&gt;pierre&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot639" rel="tag"&gt;couleurs&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot832" rel="tag"&gt;&#233;cho &lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot839" rel="tag"&gt;aubes&lt;/a&gt;

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mais son brasier de fleurs&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
quand tes aubes ne feront plus mes jours&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
soleils par nous vers&#233;s&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
pierre &#224; pierre en chemin&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
notre lumi&#232;re et notre &#233;cho&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
tranch&#233;s perdus&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;tu souriras&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;dans le silence lent et blanc&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
d'une pluie endormie aux pieds des parcs&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
ton coeur miraculeux dessinera&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
d'une main de cristal&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
et si loin de tous les regards possibles&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
sans trembler&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
ma couleur imm&#233;diate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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<item xml:lang="fr">
		<title>67</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article785</link>
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		<dc:date>2015-03-21T07:54:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>nuit</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>champ</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>peau</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>v&#339;u</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>soleils</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pays</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>caresse </dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;d&#233;sert est ce pays o&#249; les soleils s'endorment&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;fausse nuit sur ma peau et caresse de sable&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;dans un champ mon v&#339;u br&#251;le&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique12" rel="directory"&gt;Shima&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot47" rel="tag"&gt;nuit&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot78" rel="tag"&gt;champ&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot127" rel="tag"&gt;peau&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot138" rel="tag"&gt;v&#339;u&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot163" rel="tag"&gt;soleils&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot221" rel="tag"&gt;pays&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot796" rel="tag"&gt;caresse &lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;fausse nuit sur ma peau et caresse de sable&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;dans un champ mon v&#339;u br&#251;le &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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<item xml:lang="fr">
		<title>56</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article301</link>
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		<dc:date>2015-02-21T17:44:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>sel</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mort</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>soleils</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mer</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pays</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;aux soleils les n&#244;tres dans la mer que le sel habite&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
avan&#231;ons-nous jusqu'au pays sauvage&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
buvons sa mort l&#233;g&#232;re&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique12" rel="directory"&gt;Shima&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot20" rel="tag"&gt;sel&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot87" rel="tag"&gt;mort&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot163" rel="tag"&gt;soleils&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot191" rel="tag"&gt;mer&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot221" rel="tag"&gt;pays&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;p style=&#034;text-align: center&#034;&gt;avan&#231;ons-nous jusqu'au pays sauvage&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&#034;text-align: center&#034;&gt;buvons sa mort l&#233;g&#232;re&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>9.5</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article679</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-12-21T15:47:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>ciel</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>terre</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mots</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>vent</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mains</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>vol</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>jardins</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>soleils</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mer</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>saisons</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>sexe</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>voix</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pierre</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>yeux</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>nuages</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>notes</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;qui peut deviner ta voix dans le vent&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
encord&#233;e pierre &#224; pierre jusqu'au ciel&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
qui peut te reconna&#238;tre dans mes yeux sans nuages (...)&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique4" rel="directory"&gt;Bribes&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot31" rel="tag"&gt;terre&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot33" rel="tag"&gt;mots&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot63" rel="tag"&gt;vent&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot102" rel="tag"&gt;mains&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot136" rel="tag"&gt;vol&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot156" rel="tag"&gt;jardins&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot163" rel="tag"&gt;soleils&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot191" rel="tag"&gt;mer&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot208" rel="tag"&gt;saisons&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot407" rel="tag"&gt;sexe&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot449" rel="tag"&gt;voix&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot534" rel="tag"&gt;pierre&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot540" rel="tag"&gt;yeux&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot755" rel="tag"&gt;nuages&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot984" rel="tag"&gt;notes&lt;/a&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p&gt;qui peut deviner ta voix dans le vent&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
encord&#233;e pierre &#224; pierre jusqu'au ciel&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
qui peut te reconna&#238;tre dans mes yeux sans nuages&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
qui peut chanter ton nom coeur &#224; terre&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
en plein vol&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;chaque mot chaque note est une main tendue de voiles&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;et ce froid qui s'installe&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
qui peut en rire encore bouche gerc&#233;e de sel&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
mer toujours br&#251;lante de nos &#233;cumes&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
mordant le sexe&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
de nos saisons &#233;blouissantes&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;puis tr&#232;s haut plus haut que tous les jardins&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;qui peut donc sans vertige contempler ton soleil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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<item xml:lang="fr">
		<title>177</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article426</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-11-11T09:12:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>saison</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>soleils</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>ventre</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;dans ton ventre il y a le doux h&#233;ritage d'une saison &#224; jamais inachev&#233;e. mille ans de soleils ind&#233;chiffrables&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique2" rel="directory"&gt;Dires&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot124" rel="tag"&gt;saison&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot163" rel="tag"&gt;soleils&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot364" rel="tag"&gt;ventre&lt;/a&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p&gt;dans ton ventre il y a le doux h&#233;ritage d'une saison &#224; jamais inachev&#233;e. mille ans de soleils ind&#233;chiffrables&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>IX </title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article200</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-08-10T13:01:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>terre</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>langue</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mot</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>chant</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>soleils</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>larmes</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pays</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>sang</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>cendres</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>fleuve</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pierres</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>visages</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;&#224; la terre noire sous nos ongles&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
aux larmes de cendres arrach&#233;es&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
ce pays est un fleuve (...)&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique7" rel="directory"&gt;Nord&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot31" rel="tag"&gt;terre&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot65" rel="tag"&gt;langue&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot66" rel="tag"&gt;mot&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot90" rel="tag"&gt;chant&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot163" rel="tag"&gt;soleils&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot181" rel="tag"&gt;larmes&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot221" rel="tag"&gt;pays&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot261" rel="tag"&gt;sang&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot475" rel="tag"&gt;cendres&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot476" rel="tag"&gt;fleuve&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot477" rel="tag"&gt;pierres&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot478" rel="tag"&gt;visages&lt;/a&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&#224; la terre noire sous nos ongles&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
aux larmes de cendres arrach&#233;es&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
ce pays est un fleuve&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;secret&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;tout ici parle langue des pierres&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
des mots de mousses ass&#233;ch&#233;es&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
des visages de suie&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
des ger&#231;ures&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
et leur sang&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;nos soleils plus rapides&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
le chant des horizons&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
nos couchants&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
en partagent l'ivresse&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;une douceur se l&#232;ve malgr&#233; tout&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
en aubes fraternelles&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
obstin&#233;es&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;mais rien n'attend plus rien&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
tout na&#238;t qui passe encore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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<item xml:lang="fr">
		<title>7</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article666</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-07-04T13:11:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>chemin</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>soleils</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>cris</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>bl&#233;s</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;je viens pour vous piller aux mois de gr&#234;le&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
j'entends le cri des bl&#233;s les soleils accouch&#233;s&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
le chemin qui murmure&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique12" rel="directory"&gt;Shima&lt;/a&gt;

/ 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot100" rel="tag"&gt;chemin&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot163" rel="tag"&gt;soleils&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot492" rel="tag"&gt;cris&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot569" rel="tag"&gt;bl&#233;s&lt;/a&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class=&#034;centre&#034;&gt; je viens pour vous piller aux mois de gr&#234;le&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
j'entends le cri des bl&#233;s les soleils accouch&#233;s&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
le chemin qui murmure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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<item xml:lang="fr">
		<title>8.3</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article690</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-03-22T14:18:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>oc&#233;an</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>souffle</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>lune</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mains</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>soleils</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>sable</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>yeux</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#233;cume</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>rives</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>squelette</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;des rives encore&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
pour survivre au frisson&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
d'un oc&#233;an si long (...)&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique4" rel="directory"&gt;Bribes&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot2" rel="tag"&gt;oc&#233;an&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot70" rel="tag"&gt;souffle&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot73" rel="tag"&gt;lune&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot102" rel="tag"&gt;mains&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot163" rel="tag"&gt;soleils&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot452" rel="tag"&gt;sable&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot540" rel="tag"&gt;yeux&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot568" rel="tag"&gt;&#233;cume&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot993" rel="tag"&gt;rives&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot994" rel="tag"&gt;squelette&lt;/a&gt;

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pour survivre au frisson&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
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qu'aucun souffle n'y r&#232;gne&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
des rives&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
squelettes d'onde&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
qui blanchissent&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
jusqu'aux phares des yeux&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
satin mouill&#233; d'&#233;cume&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;y croire&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
comme on croyait aux mains&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
tendues de lune&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
soleils fuyants&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;et s'accrocher au sable&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
aux ulves aux roseaux&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
aux cailloux dans les ongles&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
&#224; ses pas qu'on devine&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
&#224; ses pas qu'on supplie qu'on imite&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
infiniment&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
le long des digues&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ou flotter&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
&#224; d&#233;faut de sourire&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;des rives&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>5.2</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article719</link>
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		<dc:date>2013-04-25T13:30:00Z</dc:date>
		<dc:format>text/html</dc:format>
		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>soleils</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>couleur</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>ombres</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pentes</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#233;paule </dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>merveille</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;L&#224;&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
derri&#232;re les soleils et les ombres&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
sur les pentes fray&#233;es &#224; coups d'&#233;paule (...)&lt;/p&gt;

-
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique4" rel="directory"&gt;Bribes&lt;/a&gt;

/ 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot163" rel="tag"&gt;soleils&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot244" rel="tag"&gt;couleur&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot377" rel="tag"&gt;ombres&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot483" rel="tag"&gt;pentes&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot930" rel="tag"&gt;&#233;paule &lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot1007" rel="tag"&gt;merveille&lt;/a&gt;

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derri&#232;re les soleils et les ombres&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
sur les pentes fray&#233;es &#224; coups d'&#233;paule &lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
il y a toujours cette merveille &#233;trange&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
qui n'a pas encore de couleur&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
et qu'il faut inventer&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;d'urgence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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<item xml:lang="fr">
		<title>VIII </title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article199</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article199</guid>
		<dc:date>2013-04-16T12:56:00Z</dc:date>
		<dc:format>text/html</dc:format>
		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>chair</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>c&#339;ur</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mort</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>soleils</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>saisons</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#233;quinoxe</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>gloire</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>r&#233;surections</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;Ils entraient dans les saisons&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
froiss&#233;s comme des linges&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
d'&#233;quinoxe (...)&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique7" rel="directory"&gt;Nord&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot32" rel="tag"&gt;chair&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot40" rel="tag"&gt;c&#339;ur&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot87" rel="tag"&gt;mort&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot163" rel="tag"&gt;soleils&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot208" rel="tag"&gt;saisons&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot472" rel="tag"&gt;&#233;quinoxe&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot473" rel="tag"&gt;gloire&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot474" rel="tag"&gt;r&#233;surections&lt;/a&gt;

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froiss&#233;s comme des linges&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
d'&#233;quinoxe&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
ce n'est plus la mort qu'ils craignaient&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
mais les r&#233;surrections&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
les attentats du c&#339;ur et de la chair m&#234;l&#233;s&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
les soleils absolus&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
qui les cueillaient &#224; chaque fois&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
en gloire&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;mais la poitrine d&#233;sarm&#233;e&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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