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  LISE MARTIN "Les plaintes d'un Icare"  (Charles...

<p style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a1xhqXyyhhU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: x-large;"><strong>LISE MARTIN</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: x-large;"><strong>"Les plaintes d'un Icare"&nbsp;</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>(Charles Baudelaire)</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><div class="post-643 contributions type-contributions status-publish hentry content"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #339966; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Les plaintes d’un Icare</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong><span style="color: #339966; font-size: large;"><br /></span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Les amants des prostituées</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Sont heureux, dispos et repus;</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Quant à moi, mes bras sont rompus</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Pour avoir étreint des nuées.</span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">C’est grâce aux astres non pareils,</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Qui tout au fond du ciel flamboient;</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Que mes yeux consumés ne voient</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Que des souvenirs de soleils.</span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">En vain j’ai voulu de l’espace</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Trouver la fin et le milieu;</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Sous je ne sais quel oeil de feu</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Je sens mon aile qui se casse.<br /></span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Et brûlé par l’amour du beau,</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Je n’aurai pas l’honneur sublime;</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> De donner mon nom à l’abîme</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Qui me servira de tombeau.</span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde; color: #339966;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong>Musique: Lise Martin</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong> Chant: Lise Martin</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong> Guitare: Cyrille Aubert</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: medium;"><strong> Violoncelle: Camille Ablard</strong></span></p></div>