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  I L EST DES JOURS Il est des jours chagrins Où la vie...

<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-5202022" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com/media/01/02/1588548046.jpg" alt="au magma présent de l'écriture," /></p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large; color: #008000;">I<strong>L EST DES JOURS</strong></span><br clear="none" /><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Il est des jours chagrins</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Où la vie dégrade la vie,</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Où l'amour perd la face.</strong></span><br clear="none" /><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Il est des jours où ta main</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Cherche la mienne égarée</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Dans l'ombre crépusculaire.</strong></span><br clear="none" /><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Il est certains grands soirs</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Où elles se rapprochent,</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Se tortillent, s’enlacent,</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Et se bouleversent enfin</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Dans un dernier sursaut</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>De pudeur ou de peur.</strong></span><br clear="none" /><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Il est des nuits qui me font rire,</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Elles devraient me faire gémir.</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Et mes yeux en ces moments</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Se raccrochent, suppliants,</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>A l'étoile infinie des tiens.</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Il est des heures enténébrées</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Qui n'en finissent pas d'exister</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Tandis que des vagues bleutées</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Déferlent sur ton corps dénudé,</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Avec mon âme à fleur de cœur.</strong></span><br clear="none" /><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Il est des jours telles des vies mon amour,</strong></span><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Qui ne devraient jamais fermer les yeux.</strong></span><br clear="none" /><br clear="none" /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>P. MILIQUE</strong></span></p> MILIQUE http://aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com/about.html tag:aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com,2013-10-01:5184448 2013-10-01T00:19:00+02:00 2013-10-01T00:19:00+02:00

&nbsp; LA VIE INTERDITE SANS CHÉQUIER C'EST PLUS CHER...

<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong><iframe width="280px" height="270px" src="http://download.arteradio.com/static/player/export.html?ids=616300" frameborder="no" marginheight="no" marginwidth="no"></iframe></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: x-large; color: #000000;"><strong> <a class="read" title="Cacher le contenu de la fiche son nommée La vie interdite " href="http://www.arteradio.com/son/616300/"><span style="color: #000000;">LA VIE INTERDITE</span></a></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: x-large; color: #0000ff;"><strong> SANS CHÉQUIER C'EST PLUS CHER</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: x-large; color: #993300;"><strong> « POUR POUVOIR S'EN SORTIR»</strong></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: x-large;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">(11'17")</span><br /></strong></span></h1><div class="authors" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong> <a class="author" title="Afficher la liste des sons de l'auteur Mathilde Guermonprez" href="http://www.arteradio.com/auteur/17474/mathilde_guermonprez/">Mathilde GUERMONPREZ</a></strong></span></div><div class="authors" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large; color: #008000;"><strong>Un chèque sans provision, des frais qui se cumulent, un découvert dur à combler... et c'est l'interdit bancaire. Il faut alors vivre sans chéquier, sans carte bancaire et sans autorisation de découvert. Dali, Thibault et Andréa témoignent de cette nouvelle vie de "démerdises" où tout devient encore plus cher. </strong></span><br /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Enregistrement : mai 13</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Mise en ondes &amp; mix : Charlie Marcelet</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Réalisation : Mathilde Guermonprez</strong></span></p> MILIQUE http://aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com/about.html tag:aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com,2013-05-10:5028155 2013-05-10T10:01:00+02:00 2013-05-10T10:01:00+02:00

&nbsp; "Les honneurs déshonorent; Le titre dégrade; La...

<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-3803767" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com/media/00/00/3473687872.3.jpeg" alt="PENSEUR.jpeg" /></p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large; font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #0000ff;">"Les honneurs déshonorent; </span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large; font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #0000ff;">Le titre dégrade; </span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large; font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #0000ff;">La fonction abrutit. " </span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><br /></span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;">(Gustave FLAUBERT)</span></strong></span></p>