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  LES FLEURS NOIRES   C'est stimulé par une écriture...

<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-3296790" style="margin: 0.7em 0px;" title="" src="http://aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com/media/01/00/537198440.jpg" alt="FLEUR NOIRE.jpg" /></p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; color: #008000;"><strong>LES FLEURS NOIRES</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>C'est stimulé par une écriture bavarde</strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Que coule l'inépuisable source de l'épuisement.</strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;<strong>L'encre s'assèche ici, et elle sombre.</strong> </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Dans un fouillis touffu de signes abscons,</strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;<strong>Il cherche un recours à l'accablement</strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;<strong>Et se tourne aux ombres avec colère.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Il est des souffrances qui interdisent</strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;<strong>D'être indéfiniment conjurées.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Alors, il s'arrache à la fixité de ses obsessions têtues,</strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;<strong>Pour scander, lancinant ,ce chemin de douleurs</strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;<strong>Au rythme de mots qui restent, toujours,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Très en-deçà des maux !</strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sa plume tourmentée interroge ce qui est le mal</strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;<strong>Lorsque, nu devant l'immobile hautain,</strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;<strong>Il effeuille une à une les fleurs noires de l'inéluctable.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0.49cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>P. MILIQUE</strong></span></p>