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		<title>Goyu (Tabibito tome-onna - 35e relais)</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article857</link>
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		<dc:date>2015-09-02T13:34:56Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>nuit</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>homme</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>peau</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pas</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mer</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pluie</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>graine</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>oiseaux</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>ombres</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>eau</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>cris</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>paupi&#232;res</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>chambre</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>fontaine </dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;elle r&#234;ve sur la rue qui m&#232;ne &#224; la nuit&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot113" rel="tag"&gt;homme&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?mot145" rel="tag"&gt;pas&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?mot215" rel="tag"&gt;pluie&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot302" rel="tag"&gt;graine&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot336" rel="tag"&gt;oiseaux&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?mot413" rel="tag"&gt;eau&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?mot531" rel="tag"&gt;paupi&#232;res&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot633" rel="tag"&gt;chambre&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot840" rel="tag"&gt;fontaine &lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;sur la rue qui m&#232;ne &#224; la nuit&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
droite &#224; peine&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
entre les murs &#233;teints&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;elle oublie&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;la peau de l'un&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
la peau de l'autre&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
comme d'une fontaine l'eau qu'on s'arrache&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
de cris de griffes&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
l'odeur nue de l'homme &lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
qui repose&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
une mer&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;flotte douce accoud&#233;e&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
fil d'or aux ombres de paupi&#232;res&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&#224; sa fen&#234;tre p&#226;le&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
entre ses pas de sable &lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
elle peut entendre encore&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
des oiseaux bleus &lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
se taire&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;elle songe&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
seule graine en la chambre&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
&#224; la pluie qui d&#233;j&#224; s'avance&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
sur Goyu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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<item xml:lang="fr">
		<title>8</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article208</link>
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		<dc:date>2015-03-01T15:27:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>nuit</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>beaut&#233;</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>fleur</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>sourires</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>chant</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mains</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>peau</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>ventre</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>printemps</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>cris</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>doigts</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>fureur</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>orgueil</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;ventre qui rond encore&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
de mains pench&#233;es sur lui&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
courbes sourires et tendres (...)&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?rubrique8" rel="directory"&gt;Arrache-corps&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot52" rel="tag"&gt;beaut&#233;&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot59" rel="tag"&gt;fleur&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot74" rel="tag"&gt;sourires&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?mot102" rel="tag"&gt;mains&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?mot364" rel="tag"&gt;ventre&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot397" rel="tag"&gt;printemps&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?mot493" rel="tag"&gt;doigts&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot494" rel="tag"&gt;fureur&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot495" rel="tag"&gt;orgueil&lt;/a&gt;

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de mains pench&#233;es sur lui&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
courbes sourires et tendres&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
qui lui tiss&#232;rent&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
cette peau de fleur&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
jamais griff&#233;e&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
les doigts paumes aussi&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
dans la faille d'o&#249; naquit&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
une rouille ancienne qui rode&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
et ne s'&#233;teindra pas&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;au printemps noir&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
assassine y germa&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
une &#233;trange beaut&#233;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ventre feu&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
ventre roi&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
couronn&#233;&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
de fureur et d'orgueil&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;cris bleut&#233;s de ton chant dans la nuit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>10.3 bis</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article251</link>
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		<dc:date>2015-02-17T12:58:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>bouche</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>terre</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>c&#339;ur</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>l&#232;vres</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>cris</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>champs</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>neige</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;la neige immobile s'&#233;tonne&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
sa bouche &#233;tale au front des champs&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
de terre folle secr&#232;tement&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?mot24" rel="tag"&gt;bouche&lt;/a&gt;, 
&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?mot40" rel="tag"&gt;c&#339;ur&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot352" rel="tag"&gt;l&#232;vres&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?mot547" rel="tag"&gt;champs&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot601" rel="tag"&gt;neige&lt;/a&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p&gt;la neige immobile s'&#233;tonne&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
sa bouche &#233;tale au front des champs&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
de terre folle secr&#232;tement&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
en l'haleine lente de son sommeil&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;malgr&#233; tous ces cris de cristal&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
qu'on brise&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;mes l&#232;vres pourtant&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
au c&#339;ur vivant s'avancent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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<item xml:lang="fr">
		<title>195</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article401</link>
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		<dc:date>2015-01-25T13:28:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>silence</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>cris</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>sources</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>s&#232;ve</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>peurs</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;entre nos deux cris ce silence en forme de calice la s&#232;ve qui affronte toutes peurs nos sources n&#233;cessaires&lt;/p&gt;

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

/ 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot35" rel="tag"&gt;silence&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?mot538" rel="tag"&gt;sources&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot583" rel="tag"&gt;s&#232;ve&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot605" rel="tag"&gt;peurs&lt;/a&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p&gt;entre nos deux cris ce silence en forme de calice la s&#232;ve qui affronte toutes peurs nos sources n&#233;cessaires&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;

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&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>8.8</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article685</link>
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		<dc:date>2014-04-09T08:11:00Z</dc:date>
		<dc:format>text/html</dc:format>
		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>c&#339;ur</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>monde</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>pluie</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>sang</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>soleil</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>sourire</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>cris</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>herbes</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>matin</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>nuits</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;il y a le sang du matin qui ne s'incline qu'au sourire. les longues nuits caut&#233;ris&#233;es d'herbes fra&#238;ches et tous les cris que le soleil &#233;touffe.&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
il y a ce combat que l'on m&#232;ne en dansant (...)&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?mot40" rel="tag"&gt;c&#339;ur&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot92" rel="tag"&gt;monde&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot215" rel="tag"&gt;pluie&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?mot262" rel="tag"&gt;soleil&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot460" rel="tag"&gt;sourire&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?mot522" rel="tag"&gt;herbes&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot604" rel="tag"&gt;matin&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot739" rel="tag"&gt;nuits&lt;/a&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p&gt;il y a le sang du matin qui ne s'incline qu'au sourire. les longues nuits caut&#233;ris&#233;es d'herbes fra&#238;ches et tous les cris que le soleil &#233;touffe.&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
il y a ce combat que l'on m&#232;ne en dansant&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
ros&#233;e folle sur le monde&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
avant la pluie&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;et mon c&#339;ur&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
cet absolu t&#233;moin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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<item xml:lang="fr">
		<title>41</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article588</link>
		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article588</guid>
		<dc:date>2013-12-17T12:28:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>soif</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>jungles</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>cris</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>heure</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>aurores</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>s&#233;paration</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;une heure o&#249; le peu qui respire sent la s&#233;paration. nos jungles fatigu&#233;es. nos cris de sauvages &#233;touff&#233;s et les aurores lourdes. menez-moi &#224; la mare. ne perdez pas de temps. ma soif de vous me tue&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?mot21" rel="tag"&gt;soif&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot222" rel="tag"&gt;jungles&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?mot555" rel="tag"&gt;heure&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot923" rel="tag"&gt;aurores&lt;/a&gt;, 
&lt;a href="https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?mot924" rel="tag"&gt;s&#233;paration&lt;/a&gt;

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 <content:encoded>&lt;div class='rss_texte'&gt;&lt;p&gt;une heure o&#249; le peu qui respire sent la s&#233;paration. nos jungles fatigu&#233;es. nos cris de sauvages &#233;touff&#233;s et les aurores lourdes. menez-moi &#224; la mare. ne perdez pas de temps. ma soif de vous me tue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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<item xml:lang="fr">
		<title>Yoshiwara (14e relais)</title>
		<link>https://relire.net/analogos/spip.php?article393</link>
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		<dc:date>2013-11-15T15:55:00Z</dc:date>
		<dc:format>text/html</dc:format>
		<dc:language>fr</dc:language>
		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>oc&#233;an</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>beaut&#233;</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mains</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>cris</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>voiles</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>Fuji</dc:subject>
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infl&#233;chie vers le Nord&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
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envieux et st&#233;riles&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
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