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  L'ATTENTE   Une porte poussée d'un négligent geste...

<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-4191794" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com/media/02/02/1697672842.jpg" alt="TASSE DE CAFE.jpg" /></p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #008000;"><strong>L'ATTENTE</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Une porte poussée d'un négligent geste machinal,</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Une table désœuvrée où il installe son habitude,</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Le voilà lui et sa mélancolie encore revenus...</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Deux euros pour un café sans saveur,<br clear="none" />Deux euros pour un rêve, un espoir.</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Furtifs coups d’œil répétés</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Adressés à l'immobile pendule</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Qui le nargue, l'aiguille figée...</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Deux euros pour un café sans saveur,<br clear="none" />Deux euros pour un rêve, un espoir.</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Déjà trois cafés chargés d'atrabile désespoir.</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Il tord d'une main rageuse la feuille impassible,</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Sa bouche aphone crie d'insanes mots brûlants</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Maintenant que le trop tard l'enjoint de partir,</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Las d'attendre celle qui n'existe peut-être pas.</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Deux euros pour un café sans saveur,<br clear="none" />Deux euros pour un rêve, un espoir.</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Sous le regard insignifiant de clients avachis,</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>L'homme se lève en pleurant des larmes taries</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>Et rejoint l'au-dehors livide sous la lune liquide.</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong>P. MILIQUE </strong></span></p>