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		<title>254</title>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>saison</dc:subject>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;ce grain devenu si l&#233;ger&lt;/p&gt;

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devenu si l&#233;ger&lt;br class='autobr' /&gt;
m'affranchit de tous les nuages&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;saison vive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
		
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		<title>216</title>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>mots</dc:subject>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;les mots qui meurent malgr&#233; la source nuages bas sur l'oreiller des songes&lt;/p&gt;

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		<title>9.5</title>
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		<dc:date>2014-12-21T15:47:00Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>ciel</dc:subject>
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qui peut te reconna&#238;tre dans mes yeux sans nuages (...)&lt;/p&gt;

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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;
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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;
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