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Rien n’est jamais fini (1)
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong> </strong></span><img id="media-5108142" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://latourcamoufle.hautetfort.com/media/01/02/1475330986.jpg" alt="rien n’est jamais fini" width="500" height="273" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: x-small;"><strong> © Info sur la magnifique photo ci-dessus :</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Ma Normandie, Etretat, Le Tilleul – Plage, de Jean-Yves Palfray, in <a href="http://ma-normandie.perso.sfr.fr/Etretat/slides/Le%20Tilleul%20-%20Plage.html"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff;">ma-normandie.perso.sfr.fr</span></a></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>La mer n'en finit pas</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>A coups de vagues à l’âme</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>D’assaillir les falaises des côtes</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>D’un bleu marine</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong> </strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Elle n’en finit pas</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>D’étirer son ressac à l’infini</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>A coups d'écume, d’effets de robe</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>De passions en reconquête permanente</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong> </strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Elle étend toujours</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Son fatras d’algues, de galets</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>D’étoiles de mer</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Et de coquillages perdus</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Finalement retrouvés</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong> </strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Dans ce tourment bouillonnant</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Parfois déchaîné par la tempête</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Pillé par les oiseaux</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Neptune tente toujours de récupérer ses petits</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Comme autant de pierres précieuses</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong> </strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Et le cheval de mer</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Dont les flancs grondent</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Tirant le char de nacre d</strong></span><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>u Maître des Océans</strong></span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Trace déjà en direction des fonds marins <br /></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Se revêt d’une cape scintillante de sable<br /></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>La petite mort des rochers</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Dans le sillage des grands vaisseaux</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong> © Jean Dorval, le 24 juillet 2015, pour LTC Poésie.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><img class="rg_i" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; float: right;" src="http://latourcamoufle.hautetfort.com/media/02/00/1846588998.jpeg" alt="Résultat de recherche d'images pour "ltc poésie"" name="WGBXGZUgzBJXSM:" width="170" height="101" data-sz="f" /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>Note :</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #0000ff; font-family: arial black,avant garde; font-size: large;"><strong>(1) D’après Rien n’est jamais fini de Michel Leiris, In Haut mal suivi de Autres lancers, © Poésie/Gallimard, 1969, p.19.</strong> </span></p>