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		<title>61</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article257</link>
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		<dc:date>2015-03-04T16:43:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>infini</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>chemin</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#339;il</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>for&#234;t</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;m&#234;me &#224; l'infini &#224; l'extr&#234;me pointe de mon chemin mort&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;l'&#339;il cadenc&#233; d'une sombre for&#234;t m'exile&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;dans cette clairi&#232;re je danse&lt;/p&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p style=&#034;text-align: center&#034;&gt;m&#234;me &#224; l'infini &#224; l'extr&#234;me pointe de mon chemin mort&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&#034;text-align: center&#034;&gt;l'oeil cadenc&#233; d'une sombre for&#234;t m'exile&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&#034;text-align: center&#034;&gt;dans cette clairi&#232;re je danse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>201</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article387</link>
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		<dc:date>2015-02-20T09:00:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>nuit</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#339;il</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;la nuit ne m'apprend rien elle est cet &#339;il sauvage qui me pardonne&lt;/p&gt;

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		<title>41</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article494</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-10-05T13:57:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>griffe</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#339;il</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>eau</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>soir</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;l'approche limpide du soir l'oiseau sauvage&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
au bord de l'eau si proche aimant&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
son &#339;il sa griffe&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?mot413" rel="tag"&gt;eau&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot567" rel="tag"&gt;soir&lt;/a&gt;

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au bord de l'eau si proche aimant&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
son &#339;il sa griffe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>26</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article647</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-08-01T11:43:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>langue</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#339;il</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>anges</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pierre</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;l'&#339;il qui se brise avant le chef-d'&#339;uvre&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
la langue couarde la pierre non jet&#233;e&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
et les anges qu'on attend&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?mot250" rel="tag"&gt;&#339;il&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot468" rel="tag"&gt;anges&lt;/a&gt;, 
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la langue couarde la pierre non jet&#233;e&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
et les anges qu'on attend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>14</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article659</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-07-15T12:37:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>pluie</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#339;il</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>jardin</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>matins</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;derri&#232;re l'&#339;il calme des cam&#233;lias&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
un jardin sous la pluie soudain voudrait crier&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
mes mains d'eau tremblent muettes&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot250" rel="tag"&gt;&#339;il&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot327" rel="tag"&gt;jardin&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot927" rel="tag"&gt;matins&lt;/a&gt;

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un jardin sous la pluie soudain voudrait crier&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
mes mains d'eau tremblent muettes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>131</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article484</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-04-03T13:25:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>ciel</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>arbre</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#339;il</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mati&#232;re</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;dans l'arbre qui me fait face dans l'arbre dur qui pousse et grimpe et griffe au ciel veille d&#233;j&#224; l'&#339;il et la mati&#232;re de mon d&#233;racinement&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot9" rel="tag"&gt;ciel&lt;/a&gt;, 
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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot250" rel="tag"&gt;&#339;il&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot826" rel="tag"&gt;mati&#232;re&lt;/a&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p&gt;dans l'arbre qui me fait face dans l'arbre dur qui pousse et grimpe et griffe au ciel veille d&#233;j&#224; l'&#339;il et la mati&#232;re de mon d&#233;racinement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>Kagegawa (&#192;kiba-yama emb&#244; - 26e relais)</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article673</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-03-20T16:06:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>ciel</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>vent</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#339;il</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>enfants</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>fleuves</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>temple</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pont </dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>Kagegawa </dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>Akiba</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;courb&#233;s sur les rizi&#232;res&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
au trait d'union du ciel&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
dans le vent qui enjambe (...)&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique14" rel="directory"&gt;Toka&#239;do&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot250" rel="tag"&gt;&#339;il&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot457" rel="tag"&gt;enfants&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot602" rel="tag"&gt;fleuves&lt;/a&gt;, 
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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot961" rel="tag"&gt;pont &lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot969" rel="tag"&gt;Kagegawa &lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot970" rel="tag"&gt;Akiba&lt;/a&gt;

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au trait d'union du ciel&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
dans le vent qui enjambe&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
plus&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
qu'il ne tend&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
l'&#339;il noir de l'Akiba&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;sait&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;qu'au temple abasourdi&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
sur le pont r&#233;gulier&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
D'Akegawa&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;au nez du fleuve&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
comme emport&#233;s&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;seuls les enfants&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
aux mois lunaires&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;dansent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>69</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article557</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-01-07T18:01:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>&#339;il</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>folie</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>arrachement</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>conscience</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>cruaut&#233;</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>or </dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>sagesse</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;sagesse de l'arrachement. folie de la conscience. qui dois-je donc &#233;touffer pour m'avouer ainsi. cruaut&#233; bel &#339;il d'or&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?mot284" rel="tag"&gt;folie&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot892" rel="tag"&gt;arrachement&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot893" rel="tag"&gt;conscience&lt;/a&gt;, 
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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot895" rel="tag"&gt;or &lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot896" rel="tag"&gt;sagesse&lt;/a&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p&gt;sagesse de l'arrachement. folie de la conscience. qui dois-je donc &#233;touffer pour m'avouer ainsi. cruaut&#233; bel &#339;il d'or&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>4.1</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article729</link>
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		<dc:date>2012-09-27T15:05:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>aube</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>d&#233;sir</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>source</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>miroir</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#339;il</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>honte</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>porte</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>myst&#232;re</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>couteaux</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pleurs</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;Germe d'une aube jamais couronn&#233;e le d&#233;sir apparut d'extr&#234;me et vaine ressemblance au coin de l'oeil intact l'instinct du miroir alors que toutes portes &#233;taient ouvertes depuis toujours nos couteaux affut&#233;s d&#232;s la source et puis nos pleurs miell&#233;s de honte.&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
Survivre &#224; cet &#233;c&#339;urement voil&#224; le myst&#232;re.&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot94" rel="tag"&gt;d&#233;sir&lt;/a&gt;, 
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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot464" rel="tag"&gt;myst&#232;re&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot902" rel="tag"&gt;couteaux&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot1003" rel="tag"&gt;pleurs&lt;/a&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Germe d'une aube jamais couronn&#233;e le d&#233;sir apparut d'extr&#234;me et vaine ressemblance au coin de l'oeil intact l'instinct du miroir alors que toutes portes &#233;taient ouvertes depuis toujours nos couteaux affut&#233;s d&#232;s la source et puis nos pleurs miell&#233;s de honte.&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
Survivre &#224; cet &#233;c&#339;urement voil&#224; le myst&#232;re.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>172</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article110</link>
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		<dc:date>2012-06-13T12:44:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>ombre</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>corps</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>sentinelle</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>&#339;il</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;N'esp&#232;re pas un corps &#224; l'oeil froid qui te guette. Il n'y a pas de sentinelle, rien que ton ombre conforme.&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique1" rel="directory"&gt;Aporos&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot126" rel="tag"&gt;corps&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot249" rel="tag"&gt;sentinelle&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot250" rel="tag"&gt;&#339;il&lt;/a&gt;

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