tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37623475291510450282011-12-31T09:57:11.032-08:00LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.comBlogger1291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-47688942013002155782011-12-31T09:52:00.000-08:002011-12-31T09:57:11.047-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AU7aagUM-6k/Tv9MYIXwwVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/su1zzGLV2zA/s1600/divers%2B1128.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AU7aagUM-6k/Tv9MYIXwwVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/su1zzGLV2zA/s400/divers%2B1128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692352431467315538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Rue vide, ruban faufilé<br />entre pierres sombres et<br />pierres claires<br /><br />Absences, nudités d'arbres<br />Chaque feuille est un oeil<br />grand ouvert,<br /><br />cadeau du vent.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-4768894201300215578?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-69634684448517600372011-12-17T12:23:00.000-08:002011-12-17T12:30:14.079-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MsH28ekZeL0/Tuz6qnPWiOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GlHCXTiciqc/s1600/divers%2B1116.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MsH28ekZeL0/Tuz6qnPWiOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GlHCXTiciqc/s400/divers%2B1116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687196039456917730" border="0" /></a><br />Lune cassée<br />au faîte de l'arbre<br /><br />Bleu nuit, manière noire<br />Nier l'incendie<br /><br />Marcher, tête étoilée<br />de l'ombre à l'étincelle<br />et y croire pourtant :<br /><br />le jour éteindra la nuit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6963468444851760037?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-65875780606095586492011-11-20T01:11:00.001-08:002011-11-20T01:14:20.016-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWrC8dGwiqA/TsjEm8CG27I/AAAAAAAAAZo/hg406ZxVgzQ/s1600/divers%2B1102.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWrC8dGwiqA/TsjEm8CG27I/AAAAAAAAAZo/hg406ZxVgzQ/s400/divers%2B1102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677003503529548722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />L'oiseau joue à être libre.<br />Entre les barreaux, l'air s'évade.<br /><br />L'ombre des feuilles mourantes<br />fond dans l'étroitesse du jour.<br /><br />Une vague idée de ciel<br />rôde entre les murs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6587578060609558649?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-49206281834346893152011-10-31T07:21:00.001-07:002011-11-13T12:05:49.806-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhcsKhqVpdA/Tq6vuClUi_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/TKIbb4FBCnw/s1600/divers%2B1072.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhcsKhqVpdA/Tq6vuClUi_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/TKIbb4FBCnw/s400/divers%2B1072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669662186408283122" border="0" /></a><br />Mémoire cosmique des étourneaux,<br />ciel surpiqué d'accents,<br />virgules noires,<br />cris aveugles, chutes libres<br /><br />Désertant les marronniers des quais,<br />leurs criailleries terrestres<br />deviennent amples signaux<br />par-dessus nos têtes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-4920628183434689315?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-8903961665177037042011-10-26T12:41:00.000-07:002011-10-26T12:48:41.957-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mEMDNF6HQZo/TqhjSBilmHI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2fCRK_NIspQ/s1600/divers%2B1035.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mEMDNF6HQZo/TqhjSBilmHI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2fCRK_NIspQ/s400/divers%2B1035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667889292348070002" border="0" /></a><br />Conjonctions, centres,<br />tourbillons arrêtés,<br />vertiges<br />du vert et de la tige<br />mais...<br /><br />Parce que la terre est rude<br />et le sol humide,<br />jamais n'échapperez<br />à votre sort<br />de simple végétal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-890396166517703704?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-36903171992190530802011-10-01T12:40:00.000-07:002011-10-01T12:45:30.419-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CX7px_b_SVU/TodtB882GRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8ZsDegG882k/s1600/0509%2B010.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CX7px_b_SVU/TodtB882GRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8ZsDegG882k/s400/0509%2B010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658611337122945298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Chemin immatériel des idoles<br /><br />Des signes millénaires<br />s'accomplissent<br /><br />Il n'est ni lune, ni soleil<br />pour arrêter le temps.<br /><br />Nous pavoisons sur nos socles<br />et nos âmes s'enfuient.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-3690317199219053080?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-62938730694547147862011-09-01T09:55:00.001-07:002011-09-01T10:08:32.680-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N4--rt_l7_U/Tl-57nwL-2I/AAAAAAAAAY4/AH8EvGY7KeA/s1600/concerts0511%2B059.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N4--rt_l7_U/Tl-57nwL-2I/AAAAAAAAAY4/AH8EvGY7KeA/s400/concerts0511%2B059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647436891680406370" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br />Le ciel ne tiendrait <br />qu'à un fil ; <br /> <br />Haut, par dessus nos têtes <br />levées, <br />nos yeux vogueraient, <br />grands poissons humides. <br /> <br />A nos bouches <br />viendraient mourir <br />les sourires des dimanches. <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6293873069454714786?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-37604858943156114652011-08-12T12:49:00.001-07:002011-08-12T13:02:18.184-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nfJ7jvGLZ0I/TkWEF_pHSzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zNxMETRP2rI/s1600/divers%2B0711%2B004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nfJ7jvGLZ0I/TkWEF_pHSzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zNxMETRP2rI/s400/divers%2B0711%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640059346869504818" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br />Telle est la chambre, <br />blanche et ombre <br /> <br />un ruban de ciel <br />y défile sans fin <br />aux vitres muettes <br /> <br />Sommeil noir, <br />rêves clairs. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-3760485894315611465?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-88121978716234092262011-08-12T12:24:00.000-07:002011-08-12T12:39:15.839-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KqjzGxH398s/TkV-lXUu47I/AAAAAAAAAYo/E3lwkWCNuQg/s1600/chamberaud%2B0711%2B003.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KqjzGxH398s/TkV-lXUu47I/AAAAAAAAAYo/E3lwkWCNuQg/s400/chamberaud%2B0711%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640053288732648370" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br />Têtes biaises, <br />rares pétales aux fronts, <br />solidarité de feuilles, <br />regret de vagues, remords de houle <br /> <br />Le peuple provisoire <br />des tournesols finit <br />par se rendre. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-8812197871623409226?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-70943765862615180882011-07-31T07:05:00.000-07:002011-07-31T07:14:38.539-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZycT-Jm0jM/TjViz_30Y9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/bLc1UGceCmE/s1600/divers%2B0711%2B008.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZycT-Jm0jM/TjViz_30Y9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/bLc1UGceCmE/s400/divers%2B0711%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635519154182448082" border="0" /></a><br />Pierre noire,<br />dieux blêmes<br /><br />L'ombre égrène<br />sa froide prière,<br />armée de pensées en déroute.<br /><br />Nostalgie du bleu<br />des oiseaux.<br />Lune, couleur ronde<br />plongeant du haut des murailles<br />vers les chambres vides.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7094376586261518088?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-71534500991502495802011-06-26T09:01:00.001-07:002011-06-26T09:05:17.286-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gG4IybcfXbw/TgdYK68BsdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/NbHhn7KuKkU/s1600/Amsterdam%2B0611%2B097.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gG4IybcfXbw/TgdYK68BsdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/NbHhn7KuKkU/s400/Amsterdam%2B0611%2B097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622559604438315474" border="0" /></a><br />Pénétrer la touffeur,<br />mur invisible,<br /><br />Exaspération<br />d'un été immortel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7153450099150249580?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-1194731600741978262011-06-26T08:57:00.001-07:002011-06-26T09:01:12.338-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9DtQZjR0V0/TgdXYnfGQCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/y2oGlTAzkDE/s1600/Amsterdam%2B0611%2B099.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9DtQZjR0V0/TgdXYnfGQCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/y2oGlTAzkDE/s400/Amsterdam%2B0611%2B099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622558740223246370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Suée blanche au bord<br />extrême des soleils,<br />souffles moites,<br />pesanteur de la peau<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-119473160074197826?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-55203895645685206452011-06-26T08:51:00.000-07:002011-06-26T09:05:50.947-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QSUj9ku_yyM/TgdWWKPKMkI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6xTarB7Nv7E/s1600/Amsterdam%2B0611%2B098.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QSUj9ku_yyM/TgdWWKPKMkI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6xTarB7Nv7E/s400/Amsterdam%2B0611%2B098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622557598500401730" border="0" /></a><br />Désordres accomplis<br />à l'aune des nervures,<br />lassitude des feuilles,<br />tiges comme<br />des signatures molles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5520389564568520645?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-6858337471098289772011-06-19T05:21:00.000-07:002011-06-19T05:27:23.169-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kCtLWDjfYc/Tf3qZ0baZBI/AAAAAAAAAYA/JmkjMVLUl6o/s1600/Amsterdam%2B0611%2B033.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kCtLWDjfYc/Tf3qZ0baZBI/AAAAAAAAAYA/JmkjMVLUl6o/s400/Amsterdam%2B0611%2B033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619905639319495698" border="0" /></a>Contre la lumière<br />deux vieux hommes, chuchotant<br />refont le monde<br />à livre ouvert<br /><br />cependant qu'au dehors<br />jouent<br />deux musiciens<br />clarinette, accordéon<br />et ce chant d'une langue<br />étrange, voix tendue.<br /><br />L'air est mêlé de pensées<br />grises et douces<br />rasant les miroirs fripés<br />des canaux.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-685833747109828977?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-17753426994436175002011-06-18T13:57:00.000-07:002011-06-21T11:38:49.073-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNx4jjkYJb4/Tf0RlgjmyJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/SZJm-_zZUvg/s1600/Amsterdam%2B0611%2B148.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNx4jjkYJb4/Tf0RlgjmyJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/SZJm-_zZUvg/s400/Amsterdam%2B0611%2B148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619667246120355986" border="0" /></a><br />Veille rouge<br />corps absents, paroles<br />tues,<br />papillons secrets<br />nus sous les lampes.<br /><br />Attente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-1775342699443617500?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-36974288929650584052011-05-24T13:36:00.001-07:002011-05-24T13:43:53.827-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-quckXgygsz8/TdwXLwq333I/AAAAAAAAAXs/hks0WFCtGQc/s1600/arbre0511%2B005.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-quckXgygsz8/TdwXLwq333I/AAAAAAAAAXs/hks0WFCtGQc/s400/arbre0511%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610384726607519602" border="0" /></a><br />Peau, gerce, plissure,<br />bourrèlement.<br /><br />l'écorce crisse.<br />Clairsemis<br />mousses grisonnantes<br />bois chauve<br />oiseaux en fuite aux branches maigres<br /><br />Mort silencieuse des géants.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-3697428892965058405?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-66058147137413897562011-05-19T09:10:00.001-07:002011-05-19T09:13:42.740-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RR2i2KhbXA/TdVBUq7MfQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oGxOStdC9uU/s1600/Beaubourg%2B0511%2B005.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RR2i2KhbXA/TdVBUq7MfQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oGxOStdC9uU/s400/Beaubourg%2B0511%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608460734335581442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Lambiner, lunatique<br />dans le matin creux<br /><br />Passants, regards d'oiseaux,<br />mots fumeroles,<br />pas tremblés<br />aux poussières pâles du pavé.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6605814713741389756?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-42144829632757930802011-04-17T13:20:00.001-07:002011-04-17T13:29:37.544-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7GhmwHpn3E/TatMAfWljcI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BUvby8JTaBo/s1600/f%25C3%25AAte%2BRomain%2B04%2B2O11%2B015.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7GhmwHpn3E/TatMAfWljcI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BUvby8JTaBo/s400/f%25C3%25AAte%2BRomain%2B04%2B2O11%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596650533237919170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Traces de jour,<br />errements<br />un tremblé dans les feuilles<br /><br />heure clandestine<br />des violettes cornues<br />et le petit peuple incertain<br />des insectes et des lézards,<br />égaré sous le chemin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-4214482963275793080?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-73835281688156989632011-04-02T13:56:00.000-07:002011-04-02T14:00:05.660-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBhdwwppgJc/TZeN_MEs5cI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4WqSINcqcsI/s1600/divers%2B04%2B2O11%2B003.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBhdwwppgJc/TZeN_MEs5cI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4WqSINcqcsI/s400/divers%2B04%2B2O11%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591093579115980226" border="0" /></a><br />Tomber la nuit,<br />frôler le blême<br />des heures dernières,<br /><br />lisser le miroir<br />fragile des faux-jours<br /><br />poussières de lumière<br />suspendues<br />aux quatre coins du soir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7383528168815698963?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-79518648368910741022011-03-16T14:02:00.001-07:002011-03-16T14:14:05.801-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szwHYdapCsY/TYEm-drUL7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/u5lPog-yclk/s1600/paris%2Bmars.2O11%2B007.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szwHYdapCsY/TYEm-drUL7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/u5lPog-yclk/s400/paris%2Bmars.2O11%2B007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584787867476176818" border="0" /></a><br />Glisser<br />de transparence en transparence,<br />griffer le ciel<br />avec les doigts du soleil,<br />fermer<br />une cicatrice de marbre clair<br /><br />Plus bas<br />vers la terre,<br />enfouir l'obscur.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7951864836891074102?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-52649013562393769882011-02-26T13:03:00.001-08:002011-02-26T13:18:15.688-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brdBgvUC_3M/TWlq_LY9SmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/98nM6DmgNfg/s1600/div%2B022011%2B038.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brdBgvUC_3M/TWlq_LY9SmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/98nM6DmgNfg/s400/div%2B022011%2B038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578107247096842850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Mordorure du soir,<br />heure rousse de la plume<br />et de la paille<br /><br />L'oeil vitreux<br />sous le peu de ciel,<br /><br />le coq soliloque.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5264901356239376988?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-32624258234936111052011-02-24T06:23:00.000-08:002011-02-27T01:58:03.204-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbGp-2O09oA/TWZrjx6JnFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gI5E4StFml4/s1600/jura%2Bf%25C3%25A9v.2O11%2B012.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbGp-2O09oA/TWZrjx6JnFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gI5E4StFml4/s400/jura%2Bf%25C3%25A9v.2O11%2B012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577263450981768274" border="0" /></a>Etals, bulles,<br />mousses,<br />tresses liquides<br /><br />accompagner<br />le peuple de l'eau,<br /><br />à pas glissants<br />jusqu'à la perte.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-3262425823493611105?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-61811952250444099942011-02-23T07:52:00.001-08:002011-02-26T13:20:40.912-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YM8O2-OpNXs/TWUuORrBv2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/OkVXFL6JlvM/s1600/div%2B022011%2B027.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YM8O2-OpNXs/TWUuORrBv2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/OkVXFL6JlvM/s400/div%2B022011%2B027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576914536365145954" border="0" /></a><br />Entailles, morsures,<br />sectionnement<br /><br />Dernier élan,<br />fendre l'air<br />pour la dernière fois<br /><br />Finir prostré<br />au pied du ciel<br />- grandeur obstinée -<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6181195225044409994?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-71803998554844782442011-02-21T01:43:00.000-08:002011-02-26T13:20:05.155-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xb9x4FLl31Q/TWI05ia10vI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6qhsbK0_hw0/s1600/div%2B022011%2B019.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xb9x4FLl31Q/TWI05ia10vI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6qhsbK0_hw0/s400/div%2B022011%2B019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576077451734668018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Nostalgie d'horizon<br />aux sous-bois,<br />rondeur d'écorce,<br />fourmillement de feuilles<br />faussement mortes<br />à la dernière neige.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7180399855484478244?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-51879973324285814602010-12-28T13:10:00.000-08:002010-12-28T13:18:20.694-08:00Bras jetés aux nuages,<br />pieds plus fluides que l'eau du fleuve,<br />il hèle les pierres,<br />le vent le souffle,<br />il marche au bord du ciel.<br /><br />Le sol le rampe<br />le frôle, le courbe.<br /><br />Filer le sable,<br />rompre les cercles,<br />saisir les ombres<br />dans l'immobile qui tremble.<br /><br />Les pas de l'insecte sont les siens<br />et aussi ceux<br />du crabe<br />du mille-pattes.<br /><br />Au loin la ville<br />privée d'oiseaux blancs<br />et la grande signature du monde<br />aux murs ébréchés.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5187997332428581460?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-66427316416359298022010-12-23T07:52:00.001-08:002010-12-23T07:56:53.377-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TRNwnUJQxtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SPPHIY819eQ/s1600/divers%2B1010%2B003.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TRNwnUJQxtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SPPHIY819eQ/s400/divers%2B1010%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553906586202719954" border="0" /></a>Relégué au grenier<br />(à donner, jeter, laisser traîner)<br />animal demi-deuil<br />ahuri<br />détresse muette<br />pli penaud des lèvres trop humaines.<br /><br />De quoi donner<br />des cauchemars aux enfants,<br />ont décrété les parents.<br /><br />Pour Noël, les nounours sont<br />à croquer,<br />d'habitude.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6642731641635929802?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-23943871007613627712010-12-04T11:33:00.001-08:002010-12-04T11:39:43.447-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TPqX6gLQS6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/gRkWFzNr-FQ/s1600/a%2Bclasser0110%2B031.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TPqX6gLQS6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/gRkWFzNr-FQ/s400/a%2Bclasser0110%2B031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546912922385533858" border="0" /></a>Brûler les étapes du silence,<br />claquer le sol de ses semelles<br /><br />l'acteur surgira du noir<br />vers la lumière<br /><br />il jettera un sort<br />à ses semblables<br />tapis dans l'ombre.<br /><br />Vies inventées,<br />juste ici, maintenant,<br />temps précieux des mots<br /><br />et puis<br />rien de plus<br /><br /> retourner au silence.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-2394387100761362771?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-24003063294697888172010-11-01T06:17:00.001-07:002010-11-01T06:24:46.964-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TM6_Fn70X-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/NNH7jBS8nXU/s1600/divers+1010+002.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TM6_Fn70X-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/NNH7jBS8nXU/s400/divers+1010+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534571095425048546" border="0" /></a><br />Je passe,<br />il me suit des yeux<br />l'air de regarder ailleurs<br />si j'y suis.<br /><br />J'ai rêvé<br />qu'il se retirait<br />dans l'épaisseur du mur<br />comme<br />dans un cercueil.<br /><br />Mais il est bien là,<br />je crois même<br />qu'il me tire la langue.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-2400306329469788817?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-3266893929524205292010-11-01T04:50:00.000-07:002010-11-01T05:08:43.181-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TM6tRtgCqfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/eLKG7X6Xjws/s1600/pont+mon%C3%A9teau+1010+006.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TM6tRtgCqfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/eLKG7X6Xjws/s400/pont+mon%C3%A9teau+1010+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534551511868287474" border="0" /></a><br />Poisson-arcade<br />arêtes phosphorescentes<br />il bondit<br />au-dessus de la rivière<br />monstre électrique<br />pacifique<br />surgi de la nuit<br />mirage luxueux<br />et naïf<br />d'un village endormi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-326689392952420529?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-62885982382931422352010-09-12T13:25:00.001-07:002010-09-12T13:28:42.428-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TI03k5PKJcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/cg6N6FxdRu4/s1600/bambou+jardin+0910+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TI03k5PKJcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/cg6N6FxdRu4/s400/bambou+jardin+0910+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516126225577944514" border="0" /></a><br />Le jardin n'est pas pour les hommes,<br />ces géants incompétents<br />qui n'entendent pas le langage<br />de l'air et du ciel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6288598238293142235?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-66092857013605459532010-09-12T13:21:00.001-07:002010-09-12T13:25:36.493-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TI026xrf3XI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wz1iJEzTIII/s1600/bambou+jardin+0910+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TI026xrf3XI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wz1iJEzTIII/s400/bambou+jardin+0910+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516125501994818930" border="0" /></a><br />Feuilles<br />messagères du vent,<br />pluie<br />encre invisible.<br />Frissons secrets<br />d'ombres et d'insectes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6609285701360545953?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-11178138054937135292010-08-23T06:38:00.001-07:002010-08-23T06:42:37.221-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/THJ6TWSDvJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/arf3zd88zI4/s1600/stgermain+0810+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/THJ6TWSDvJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/arf3zd88zI4/s400/stgermain+0810+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508599767044963474" border="0" /></a><br />Août. Fin d'après-midi<br />touché coulé<br />dans un transat, les yeux clos<br />pour le bleu (ciel ou mer).<br />Ainsi vogue le vaisseau de pierre<br />sur la ville assoupie<br />des dimanches de sable.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-1117813805493713529?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-33965760153166487122010-08-06T01:41:00.000-07:002010-08-06T01:46:39.596-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TFvLUAqzIaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Mee1dihtKEA/s1600/Sens+0710+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TFvLUAqzIaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Mee1dihtKEA/s400/Sens+0710+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502214914400526754" border="0" /></a><br />La ville se déploierait,<br />jardins, arcades d'un autre âge,<br />miroitante, presque lisse,<br />comme un matin de pluie,<br />malgré l'été qui bat<br />de son pouls radieux.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-3396576015316648712?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-13667334359640726432010-07-14T01:15:00.000-07:002010-07-14T01:23:25.325-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TD1y5M1CNnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qTf637WsGiA/s1600/jardin+0710+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TD1y5M1CNnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qTf637WsGiA/s400/jardin+0710+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493673447483651698" border="0" /></a>Le soir ne sait rien<br />de la nuit qui vient.<br /><br />Il y aura des battements d'ailes,<br />les oiseaux traceront<br />des lettres dans le ciel,<br />des balafres tout en haut des arbres.<br /><br />Plus tard,<br />il y aura le sang rouge de l'aube<br /><br />et soudain nous croiserons<br />nos doigts<br />dans les nervures des feuilles sèches.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-1366733435964072643?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-5975361601094473382010-06-07T09:13:00.000-07:002010-08-23T06:43:56.146-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TA0iNl2DElI/AAAAAAAAAVE/B3Hdq2c1lm8/s1600/toulouse+0510+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TA0iNl2DElI/AAAAAAAAAVE/B3Hdq2c1lm8/s400/toulouse+0510+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480073938472211026" border="0" /></a><br />Envers d'un monde<br />détourné<br />ou très ancien<br /><br />des êtres<br />coupeurs de nuit<br />crevant la surface du jour<br /><br />pour faire gicler la lumière<br />des songes immatures,<br />et sans issue.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-597536160109447338?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-28717274473698602952010-06-06T13:22:00.000-07:002010-07-08T12:58:03.587-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TAwD5QDghpI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tPpfD6Hjvpg/s1600/a+classer0110+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/TAwD5QDghpI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tPpfD6Hjvpg/s400/a+classer0110+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479759128700159634" border="0" /></a><br />Voici venir cette heure,<br />celle qui n'est<br />ni de jour, ni de nuit.<br /><br />Minutes alignées<br />lampes<br />écarquillées<br />absence illuminée<br />des pas<br />au carreau vide.<br /><br />et cette rue qui descend<br />chaque jour<br />vers le début du monde.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-2871727447369860295?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-42628886841300516512010-05-10T13:14:00.001-07:002010-05-10T13:18:41.763-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S-hpd5lw9OI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XLq9Io8Z3m0/s1600/Photos-0029+ret.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S-hpd5lw9OI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XLq9Io8Z3m0/s400/Photos-0029+ret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469737709837808866" border="0" /></a>Entracte<br />musique tue.<br /><br />Dernier étage<br />sous les étoiles<br />je quadrille la nuit<br />aux hublots du vaisseau.<br /><br />De cet horizon sans tain<br />émerge<br />la colonne, le grand mât.<br /><br />Tout en haut : Billy Budd.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-4262888684130051651?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-52199188865702576562010-04-04T13:20:00.001-07:002010-04-09T01:29:20.037-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S7j1BmYEPCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/E4Xtocu_eyQ/s1600/aix+0310+029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S7j1BmYEPCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/E4Xtocu_eyQ/s400/aix+0310+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456380356389518370" border="0" /></a><br />Ici,<br />ils viendront<br />chevaucher le vide,<br />transpercer le vent,<br />emmêler les étoiles,<br />noyer la lune,<br />étreindre le soleil.<br /><br />Car ils sont<br />de grands oiseaux,<br />ces dieux compliqués<br />qui osent<br />des dénouements incertains.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5219918886570257656?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-30950117733981818022010-03-07T14:16:00.000-08:002010-03-07T14:30:02.528-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S5QmTjEbmGI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OLiIllQFK8Y/s1600-h/Jura+0210+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S5QmTjEbmGI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OLiIllQFK8Y/s400/Jura+0210+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446019966670968930" border="0" /></a><br />D'une plume de glace<br />tracer<br />le roman de l'hiver.<br /><br />Alphabet muet,<br />lignes indéchiffrables,<br />pages translucides, solubles<br />livre vierge.<br /><br />Ainsi à chaque saison,<br />tout recommencerait.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-3095011773398181802?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-55225244074582084782010-02-23T13:20:00.000-08:002010-03-07T14:27:54.115-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S4RKp5Q01lI/AAAAAAAAAUc/l9fASHEyYAo/s1600-h/Jura+0210+071.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S4RKp5Q01lI/AAAAAAAAAUc/l9fASHEyYAo/s400/Jura+0210+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441556333376886354" border="0" /></a><br />Ce laiteux<br />épandu<br />sur le rude, le rêche<br />d'une terre pleine.<br /><br />Voussures du froid,<br />poids d'un demi-jour,<br />invisible frisson.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5522524407458208478?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-53740680264213491812010-01-11T01:47:00.001-08:002010-01-19T11:57:05.072-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S0r0YmQYmeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0oJbqcesYvc/s1600-h/%C3%A0+classer0110+033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S0r0YmQYmeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0oJbqcesYvc/s400/%C3%A0+classer0110+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425417404544489954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />C'était à la cîme du jour<br />un froid bleu ;<br />blessure lumineuse,<br />de celles qui trompent les yeux.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5374068026421349181?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-61721346268873616612010-01-11T01:39:00.000-08:002010-01-19T11:57:54.166-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S0rytEZH-HI/AAAAAAAAAUE/I4xjUmRc-Og/s1600-h/%C3%A0+classer0110+025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/S0rytEZH-HI/AAAAAAAAAUE/I4xjUmRc-Og/s400/%C3%A0+classer0110+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425415557208340594" border="0" /></a>Derrière le plomb tordu<br />le jour heurte en silence.<br />Là, gisent les pierres<br />calmes, glacées<br />des voûtes et des colonnes.<br />Prière de l'hiver.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6172134626887361661?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-25885795480729424902010-01-02T14:25:00.000-08:002010-01-02T14:36:13.656-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Sz_ISA6Ej-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/pkH8kxkLmCo/s1600-h/24avr08+033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Sz_ISA6Ej-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/pkH8kxkLmCo/s400/24avr08+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422272688184135650" border="0" /></a>Une porte, pour<br />l'empreinte du vent.<br />Un arbre pour<br />freiner la course du ciel.<br /><br />Blancheur échappée<br />au ruisseau,<br />minuscule liberté<br />des ondes.<br /><br />Jamais,<br />ne se retourner.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-2588579548072942490?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-13315162824427722952009-11-30T12:37:00.000-08:002009-11-30T12:53:44.715-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SxQtsXa3uXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wXS6k3P3ODY/s1600/%C3%A0+classer1109+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SxQtsXa3uXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wXS6k3P3ODY/s400/%C3%A0+classer1109+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409999292603021682" border="0" /></a><br />Pas perdus,<br />galeries<br />où l'on marchande,<br />ennui définitif.<br /><br />Passé l'escalator,<br />béton<br />noyé de lueurs,<br />prélude à l'échappée :<br /><br />dehors,<br />éventail de marches<br />jeté aux pieds<br />de Saint Eustache.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-1331516282442772295?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-69861372492518852452009-11-28T12:54:00.000-08:002009-11-28T12:57:47.152-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SxGOV6D58VI/AAAAAAAAATs/YhxVwagzIMQ/s1600/ateliers+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SxGOV6D58VI/AAAAAAAAATs/YhxVwagzIMQ/s400/ateliers+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409261134462710098" border="0" /></a>Riens, poussières<br />d'azur noirci,<br />chute pesante<br />aux murs sans faille<br /><br />La nuit commence sa nuit.<br /><br />Des hommes fuient,<br />étouffant des soupirs<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6986137249251885245?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-54192029146325784402009-11-11T10:05:00.000-08:002009-11-11T10:08:33.928-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Svr9QVquklI/AAAAAAAAATk/rGhPxxUBkWQ/s1600-h/creuse+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Svr9QVquklI/AAAAAAAAATk/rGhPxxUBkWQ/s400/creuse+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402909160120422994" border="0" /></a><br />Toutes saisons emmêlées,<br />temps contrefait,<br />sans nervures.<br /><br />Seul le ciel<br />est inimitable<br />et la chaleur en tombant<br />évite<br />l'arbre en toc.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5419202914632578440?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-42817391534840842552009-10-27T13:33:00.001-07:002009-10-27T13:37:17.969-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SudZgmbjicI/AAAAAAAAATc/CKZ4sfahD2I/s1600-h/giverny+1009+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SudZgmbjicI/AAAAAAAAATc/CKZ4sfahD2I/s400/giverny+1009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397381095033637314" border="0" /></a>Lumière brassée<br />de vert, de roux,<br />filets, coulures,<br />étals clairs,<br />chemins d'air.<br /><br />Midi coulisse<br />en crissant.<br />Ailes d'automne.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-4281739153484084255?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-60780652882897367532009-10-08T12:49:00.000-07:002009-10-08T12:54:56.806-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Ss5C0a4G1HI/AAAAAAAAATU/CQT5sK1Pd1I/s1600-h/09+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Ss5C0a4G1HI/AAAAAAAAATU/CQT5sK1Pd1I/s400/09+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390319272344343666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Seuils, suspens,<br />heures vacantes.<br />le noir est-il vide ?<br />Lumière en playback,<br />particules<br />anonymes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6078065288289736753?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-88713883611844853162009-09-14T12:50:00.001-07:002009-09-14T12:56:18.522-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Sq6e22Rq7_I/AAAAAAAAATM/dmsGQOnHDRE/s1600-h/ds+m%C3%A9tro+Paris+0909+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Sq6e22Rq7_I/AAAAAAAAATM/dmsGQOnHDRE/s400/ds+m%C3%A9tro+Paris+0909+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381413269874077682" border="0" /></a>Irruption sauvage<br />parmi des décombres<br />de papier mâché<br /><br />dans le couloir sans fin<br />la foule hâte le pas<br /><br />je me retourne,<br />rends son salut<br />au grand insecte myope<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-8871388361184485316?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-66593294601399174142009-09-11T12:37:00.001-07:002009-09-11T12:40:47.262-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SqqnRLoyZcI/AAAAAAAAATE/NJNU-UmiGAg/s1600-h/09+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SqqnRLoyZcI/AAAAAAAAATE/NJNU-UmiGAg/s400/09+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380296618470958530" border="0" /></a>Un piéton descendrait<br />- se croyant seul -<br />pensées labyrinthes<br />l'écho de ses pas<br />strié de silences<br />d'un mur l'autre<br /><br />Saison improbable<br />sans issue.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6659329460139917414?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-20755466540904141342009-08-24T07:13:00.000-07:002009-08-24T07:21:20.523-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SpKhYFqFlQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1O371F_d1bY/s1600-h/affiches+mur09+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SpKhYFqFlQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1O371F_d1bY/s400/affiches+mur09+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373534740614059266" border="0" /></a>Songe, souffle<br />cicatrice sèche<br />repli moiré<br />dans le rêche des nuits<br />trou noir<br />refuge d'un roi fou<br />arpentant quelle<br />ligne de fuite ?<br />Quand tu rêves tu es<br />celui qui crie et<br />n'entend pas son cri.<br /><br />Plus loin, des nuages<br />s'emplissent de colombes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-2075546654090414134?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-29664229825432841152009-08-06T13:22:00.001-07:002009-08-06T13:27:22.845-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Sns7zS1cH3I/AAAAAAAAASk/uCofwAHXyiE/s1600-h/ciel+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Sns7zS1cH3I/AAAAAAAAASk/uCofwAHXyiE/s400/ciel+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366949133357424498" border="0" /></a><br />Houles mates<br />sans murmures,<br />rampant<br />dans les diagonales du ciel ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-2966422982543284115?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-1149914883674373182009-08-06T13:18:00.000-07:002009-08-06T13:21:52.554-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Sns7GmfWQQI/AAAAAAAAASc/2uMqzKNIwt0/s1600-h/ciel+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Sns7GmfWQQI/AAAAAAAAASc/2uMqzKNIwt0/s400/ciel+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366948365539361026" border="0" /></a><br />... ne pas deviner<br />le vol<br />invisible de l'oiseau<br />noyé au large.<br />L'arbre est<br />attente,<br />essoufflement.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-114991488367437318?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-13357567770072270502009-07-02T08:19:00.001-07:002009-07-02T08:25:55.594-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SkzQY1v8EYI/AAAAAAAAASE/SjfROgLhvRs/s1600-h/paris+09+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353883182200263042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SkzQY1v8EYI/AAAAAAAAASE/SjfROgLhvRs/s400/paris+09+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Plateformes</div><div>aires, tracés</div><div>bitume pneu poussière,</div><div>géographie grise</div><div>des parkings,</div><div>ennui automobile.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-1335756777007227050?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-80007669538209858042009-06-19T12:42:00.001-07:002009-06-19T12:47:17.515-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Sjvq5mNPB1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/4bkewS86Wxc/s1600-h/vienne0509+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349127257662097234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Sjvq5mNPB1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/4bkewS86Wxc/s400/vienne0509+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Raturer l'invisible,</div><div>signer ses reflets, </div><div>tirer ses marges claires </div><div>dans l'écho tranchant des couleurs. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-8000766953820985804?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-71711244167371168682009-06-07T08:45:00.001-07:002009-06-07T08:49:58.841-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SivhBB-WdkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JKYZUOR4pyk/s1600-h/vienne0509+060.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344612790631298626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SivhBB-WdkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JKYZUOR4pyk/s400/vienne0509+060.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>L'homme l'avait tracée,</div><div>sa vie,</div><div>non pas d'un trait,</div><div>mais de lignes plus serrées</div><div>que celles de sa main.</div><div>Traits noirs, épais</div><div>pointillés</div><div>tremblants, violents</div><div>inachevés, rayés</div><div>en cicatrices</div><div>et de laiteuses déchirures.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7171124416737116868?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-43774655775296943582009-05-31T12:09:00.001-07:002009-05-31T12:13:32.052-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SiLWed2_oCI/AAAAAAAAARs/n1YQPrhUEWo/s1600-h/vienne0509+Prater+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342067926914539554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SiLWed2_oCI/AAAAAAAAARs/n1YQPrhUEWo/s400/vienne0509+Prater+074.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oiseaux géants<br />sans ailes,<br />fil à la patte.<br />Le ciel peut attendre,<br />le diable aussi.<br />Le paradis est ici :<br />entre ciel et terre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-4377465577529694358?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-66088388487485507082009-05-31T11:49:00.000-07:002009-05-31T11:55:14.129-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SiLRx12lT3I/AAAAAAAAARk/-TkWMrgw0r8/s1600-h/vienne0509+Museumsquartier+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342062762214641522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SiLRx12lT3I/AAAAAAAAARk/-TkWMrgw0r8/s400/vienne0509+Museumsquartier+041.jpg" border="0" /></a> C'est aussi un tableau<br />(mur extérieur,<br />côté soleil, soir).<br />A l'intérieur,<br />dans l'ombre des salles<br />défilent les portraits,<br />carrés de toiles,<br />noeuds<br />de chairs vives,<br />Egon Schiele.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6608838848748550708?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-26022663482283400162009-05-09T07:47:00.001-07:002009-05-09T07:50:32.998-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SgWXzX0ZxEI/AAAAAAAAARc/pvHeoNsyRMg/s1600-h/0509+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333836242513151042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SgWXzX0ZxEI/AAAAAAAAARc/pvHeoNsyRMg/s400/0509+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>L'infiniment vide,</div><div>le bleu</div><div>écume l'univers</div><div>à la fonte des nuits.</div><div> </div><div>Est-ce lui qui surgit</div><div>aux voiles des fenêtres</div><div>dans des maisons inventées ?</div><div> </div><div>Le bleu n'existe pas.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-2602266348228340016?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-64294071382790692642009-04-22T12:02:00.001-07:002009-04-22T12:06:14.284-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Se9qLiB720I/AAAAAAAAARU/JR1iK00KWyk/s1600-h/coul%C3%A9e+verte0409+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327593630548613954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Se9qLiB720I/AAAAAAAAARU/JR1iK00KWyk/s400/coul%C3%A9e+verte0409+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Béton, terre</div><div>alvéoles</div><div>trous</div><div>troglodytes, </div><div>niches d'hommes,</div><div>d'insectes...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6429407138279069264?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-66108362585455242472009-04-22T11:56:00.000-07:002009-04-22T12:01:51.913-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327592237974412642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Se9o6eSX3WI/AAAAAAAAARM/fUAIAFcVFD0/s400/Ratilly+0409+031.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br />... d'oiseaux,<br />milliers d'yeux<br />orbites vides<br />regards volés.<br /><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6610836258545524247?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-48504917819607578152009-04-11T13:06:00.001-07:002009-04-11T13:19:26.197-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SeD4uxd2F0I/AAAAAAAAARE/ilJU7gXtoz0/s1600-h/monuments+aux+morts0109+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323528241988114242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SeD4uxd2F0I/AAAAAAAAARE/ilJU7gXtoz0/s400/monuments+aux+morts0109+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>gravé dans la guerre,</div><div>inscrit dans la pierre,</div><div>le bleu délavé </div><div>des anciennes peurs.</div><div>La mort au souffle court</div><div>perd son temps</div><div>au mauve du matin.</div><div></div><div>Il n'est pas trop tard</div><div>pour les oiseaux.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-4850491781960757815?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-57965268257202936852009-04-11T12:58:00.001-07:002009-04-11T13:06:05.995-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SeD3RwPyqUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ijXOlhBcb9E/s1600-h/0109+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323526643932899650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SeD3RwPyqUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ijXOlhBcb9E/s400/0109+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>C'est l'heure où la nuit</div><div>carapace du vide</div><div>ne pèse plus que son poids</div><div>d'éther.</div><div>Commencer à se fondre</div><div>dans les heures</div><div>Penser à autre chose.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5796526825720293685?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-81057692240396645272009-03-25T14:04:00.000-07:002009-03-26T03:18:55.450-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/ScqcZuf4MZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OaIh2S4G8h8/s1600-h/Photos-0041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317234275856691602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/ScqcZuf4MZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OaIh2S4G8h8/s400/Photos-0041.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Par les vitres des trains</div><div>s'échappent</div><div>des nuages</div><div>opaques et secs</div><div>que les passagers </div><div>observent</div><div>en silence</div><div>en attendant le départ.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-8105769224039664527?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-69571860237359551012009-03-25T13:49:00.000-07:002009-03-26T03:19:24.601-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/ScqY_RfDh0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/slNzYgl6QsM/s1600-h/Photos-0038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317230522857129794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/ScqY_RfDh0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/slNzYgl6QsM/s400/Photos-0038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tant de trains partent</div><div>là où je ne vais pas...</div><div>Envie de</div><div>me dédoubler</div><div>me démultiplier</div><div>me répartir,</div><div>partir dans tous les trains.</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6957186023735955101?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-73567234377805353662009-03-25T13:44:00.000-07:002009-03-26T03:19:48.962-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/ScqX__5F2zI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QAzN5bbCEEg/s1600-h/Photos-0040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317229435802737458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/ScqX__5F2zI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QAzN5bbCEEg/s400/Photos-0040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Lente, ta main</div><div>balaie les adieux</div><div>geste de balancier</div><div>contre la vitre.</div><div>Eloignement</div><div>programmé,</div><div>poussière des saisons.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7356723437780535366?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-47012637231739566802009-03-05T09:36:00.001-08:002009-03-05T09:44:03.410-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SbAOCbZIZDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kyDvykVgTck/s1600-h/0109+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309759395545506866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SbAOCbZIZDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kyDvykVgTck/s400/0109+042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>L'arbre nous dit</div><div>la transparence du froid,</div><div>l'embourbement</div><div>et tout ce noir aux branches,</div><div>douleur de l'hiver,</div><div>douce perdition.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-4701263723173956680?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-42267183752110937542009-02-26T07:38:00.000-08:002009-02-26T07:43:39.733-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Saa4BwbqTDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8UrkJEL02Q/s1600-h/08+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307131551223008306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/Saa4BwbqTDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8UrkJEL02Q/s400/08+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Paupières de bois</div><div>murées,</div><div>interrogation jumelle,</div><div>signe</div><div>brut de déchiffrage.</div><div>Passons le chemin,</div><div>mutisme</div><div>contre silence.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-4226718375211093754?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-52096370588523804162009-02-15T05:15:00.000-08:002009-02-15T05:30:48.903-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SZgWE2ryVWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hoNzUcBD_s8/s1600-h/0109+041+(9).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012833883215202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SZgWE2ryVWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hoNzUcBD_s8/s400/0109+041+(9).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Course</div><div>chevaux debout</div><div>droits, effilés</div><div>mordant le souffle court du vent.</div><div>Peu après, le soleil avait fondu</div><div>aux sueurs froides</div><div>des pierres.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5209637058852380416?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-76517813273214706512009-02-04T13:08:00.000-08:002009-02-04T13:16:07.786-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SYoESyVGAkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gp6GKRn6VdA/s1600-h/0109+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299052632349213250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SYoESyVGAkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gp6GKRn6VdA/s400/0109+026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Buée d'étoiles, poussière,</div><div>voiles,</div><div>silence gravé au coin terne </div><div>des fenêtres aveugles.</div><div>Absence de signes.</div><div>Marcher seule</div><div>dans la ville</div><div>jusqu'à se perdre.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7651781327321470651?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-50985072119957741762009-01-18T12:36:00.001-08:002009-01-18T12:40:00.098-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SXOTTgX9odI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZCHm6vPO7FY/s1600-h/jardin+et+vitrine+cristaux+0109+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292735950407705042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SXOTTgX9odI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZCHm6vPO7FY/s400/jardin+et+vitrine+cristaux+0109+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Lune couteau</div><div>étoiles verglacées</div><div>noyades éphémères</div><div>janvier</div><div>puits sans fond</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5098507211995774176?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-76302834816958362392009-01-13T09:50:00.000-08:002009-01-13T09:52:55.829-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SWzUrjFXyBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Hsj4SEPOumU/s1600-h/Photos-0033.jpg+ret.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290837506870724626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SWzUrjFXyBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Hsj4SEPOumU/s400/Photos-0033.jpg+ret.jpg" border="0" /></a> Attente<br />nuit jaune<br />minutes cristal<br />dans le tranchant du gel<br />et ce silence<br />des voitures vides.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7630283481695836239?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-75203482875076617042009-01-05T13:14:00.001-08:002009-01-18T12:45:47.240-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SWJ4Wa-0RYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sdTD9AAOJhQ/s1600-h/Photos-0033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287921239081633154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SWJ4Wa-0RYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sdTD9AAOJhQ/s400/Photos-0033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Voix évaporées, </div><div>flux des passants. </div><div>l'ombre de Brancusi </div><div>rôde.</div><div>Rue Saint Martin,</div><div>pas un artiste en herbe,</div><div>pas un chevalet.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7520348287507661704?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-6652742843027735452009-01-05T13:11:00.000-08:002009-01-13T12:14:42.220-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SWJ3ly_pchI/AAAAAAAAAPE/t_Y7cZTrt4Q/s1600-h/Photos-0032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287920403713978898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SWJ3ly_pchI/AAAAAAAAAPE/t_Y7cZTrt4Q/s400/Photos-0032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Glisser dans le jour fade,<br />Tomber dans le puits<br />de l'ombre,<br />parmi les couleurs éteintes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-665274284302773545?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-33872250589234449862009-01-05T13:05:00.000-08:002009-01-18T12:42:51.281-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SWJ2TEV-fYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KN_LRm2x2y4/s1600-h/Photos-0030.jpg+ret.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287918982441893250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SWJ2TEV-fYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KN_LRm2x2y4/s400/Photos-0030.jpg+ret.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ciel de neige </div><div>tombé</div><div>d'un coup,</div><div>répandu,</div><div>facettes blafardes</div><div>du pavé</div><div>jusqu'au toit.</div><div>Et l'arbre comme témoin.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-3387225058923444986?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-77068996464658408242008-12-27T12:07:00.000-08:002008-12-27T12:11:38.897-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SVaLkQMahRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BEvQnWi4hdo/s1600-h/pique-nique+bma+juin06+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284564667704444178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SVaLkQMahRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BEvQnWi4hdo/s400/pique-nique+bma+juin06+038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Année-lumière</div><div>infime pellicule</div><div>-tache, cloque -</div><div>qui sépare le monde</div><div>et l'oeil.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7706899646465840824?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-53298285398308738052008-12-19T04:20:00.000-08:002008-12-19T04:23:45.282-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SUuSFk3V6nI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yCmrlhxJ57Y/s1600-h/Toulouz2008+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281475612514839154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SUuSFk3V6nI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yCmrlhxJ57Y/s400/Toulouz2008+043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Lame fine du vent</div><div>rasant les plaines</div><div>fausse douceur.</div><div>Un matin</div><div>près du solstice</div><div>la terre sera nue.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5329828539830873805?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-51711932689774263032008-12-01T05:33:00.001-08:002008-12-01T05:38:53.157-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/STPoINLKI_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/62wt7Yx04AE/s1600-h/Toulouz2008+066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274814816254043122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/STPoINLKI_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/62wt7Yx04AE/s400/Toulouz2008+066.jpg" border="0" /></a> Trombes du temps<br />vrillant la campagne<br />voiture cinq, place trente-huit<br />(wagon-bar en voitures quatre<br />et quatorze)<br />immobile à deux-cent soixante-dix kilomètres heure<br />je projette, échafaude, espère<br />en ce temps suspendu.<br />Chaque voyage serait<br />le début d'une nouvelle vie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5171193268977426303?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-69838658032844841602008-11-20T08:29:00.000-08:002008-11-20T08:33:56.275-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SSWRANd806I/AAAAAAAAAN0/4G7GRDta3uQ/s1600-h/Toulouz2008+125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270778371708343202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SSWRANd806I/AAAAAAAAAN0/4G7GRDta3uQ/s400/Toulouz2008+125.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>L'homme était ambitieux,</div><div>mais le bassin peu profond.</div><div>Il n'y plongea que la tête,</div><div>par trois fois </div><div>-longue immersion-</div><div>en un rite de baptême païen,</div><div>un désir de renaître...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6983865803284484160?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-63592329374081490262008-11-09T00:48:00.001-08:002008-11-09T00:54:32.054-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SRakIKoHlQI/AAAAAAAAANs/eGP4xr1HHa4/s1600-h/2008+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SRakIKoHlQI/AAAAAAAAANs/eGP4xr1HHa4/s400/2008+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266577274454906114" border="0" /></a>Je rentrais chez moi.<br />Lui, épuisé<br />était en partance pour une planète<br />inconnue.<br />Derrière la gare<br />des sons amplifiés<br />-batterie, guitare saturée-<br />montèrent soudain, colorant l'espace.<br />L'avenue s'élargit,<br />les montagnes reculèrent<br />C'était un peu avant le soir.<br />Tout devint plus clair et prit sa place.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6359232937408149026?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-52141550350220461842008-11-09T00:29:00.000-08:002008-11-09T00:48:08.170-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SRaiXbbSXkI/AAAAAAAAANk/ExRt_5QdTts/s1600-h/2008+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SRaiXbbSXkI/AAAAAAAAANk/ExRt_5QdTts/s400/2008+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266575337639272002" border="0" /></a>Un jour sans tain<br />dissimulera<br />le troupeau des ombres.<br />Loin du métro, des autobus,<br />embarquer sur des bateaux nus,<br />aux mâts sans voilure,<br />et quitter le port.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5214155035022046184?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-34443384608152833112008-10-31T12:23:00.000-07:002008-11-10T11:14:07.406-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SQtcAKcR00I/AAAAAAAAANc/e0nwg_K-QN4/s1600-h/2008+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263401747385275202" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SQtcAKcR00I/AAAAAAAAANc/e0nwg_K-QN4/s400/2008+042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Voie de métal</div><div>eau et ciel, fusion</div><div>hachures étincelantes</div><div>balancement sans colère</div><div>ailes invisibles</div><div>froissant l'horizon,</div><div>airs de rien</div><div>crécelles, à peine.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-3444338460815283311?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-18418490931802516012008-10-23T14:21:00.000-07:002008-10-23T14:25:14.811-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SQDrX4l0fmI/AAAAAAAAANU/NToNpoP2L-4/s1600-h/2008+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260463160329272930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SQDrX4l0fmI/AAAAAAAAANU/NToNpoP2L-4/s400/2008+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Franchir le seuil du matin,</div><div>délaver les encres de la nuit,</div><div>déchirer le voile</div><div>opaque des heures,</div><div>agrandir le ciel, soudain,</div><div>sonder le vertige des oiseaux.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-1841849093180251601?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-20350454718231419852008-10-12T13:57:00.000-07:002008-10-13T00:04:52.857-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SPJlRp1q3HI/AAAAAAAAANM/iwtSJmOqITo/s1600-h/foire06-08+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256375069057932402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SPJlRp1q3HI/AAAAAAAAANM/iwtSJmOqITo/s400/foire06-08+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tapi derrière la vitre</div><div>voir sans être vu/étant vu</div><div>café tiédi au fond des tasses</div><div>ou panaché glacé</div><div>servi, geste muet,</div><div>sur faux marbre roux.</div><div>Envie de quitter la bulle,</div><div>sortir en terrasse</div><div>dans le peu de soleil.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-2035045471823141985?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-78003534133185168132008-10-05T13:40:00.001-07:002008-10-12T14:12:11.673-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SOkmyGZ_8lI/AAAAAAAAANE/HbB0KcomFDo/s1600-h/09-08+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253773082459370066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SOkmyGZ_8lI/AAAAAAAAANE/HbB0KcomFDo/s400/09-08+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ce serait un long quai</div><div>fantôme</div><div>abritant les trains bleus </div><div>des jours traversés</div><div>à l'aube.</div><div>(Sur les quais d'où les trains partent,</div><div>tout est gris).</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-7800353413318516813?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-46665509016208125942008-09-28T13:18:00.001-07:002008-09-28T13:21:51.184-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SN_m8zcln5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/89H0jtCdSlw/s1600-h/09-08+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251169622813941650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SN_m8zcln5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/89H0jtCdSlw/s400/09-08+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Soudain il n'y eut plus ni couleur</div><div>ni parole</div><div>seulement des corps mécaniques</div><div>yeux fixes</div><div>pieds collés au métal</div><div>qui descendaient,</div><div>insectes immobiles</div><div>frôlant des lampes blêmes.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-4666550901620812594?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-80694516045609943452008-09-21T09:42:00.000-07:002008-09-21T09:48:48.514-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SNZ5xCK0ajI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KPNTK-atR2w/s1600-h/0908+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248516299049691698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SNZ5xCK0ajI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KPNTK-atR2w/s400/0908+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tôt le matin,</div><div>longer la berge,</div><div>lever les yeux :</div><div>guetteur inlassable,</div><div>il pointe, loin sur les eaux floues,</div><div>l'Annam et le Tonkin.</div><div>Puis, </div><div>comme chaque jour de la semaine,</div><div>s'arrêter </div><div>au centre ville...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-8069451604560994345?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-53815487742063185152008-09-14T05:35:00.001-07:002008-09-14T05:40:24.720-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SM0FZshTqjI/AAAAAAAAAME/7C1XY7r5Lfc/s1600-h/09-08+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245855079962225202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SM0FZshTqjI/AAAAAAAAAME/7C1XY7r5Lfc/s400/09-08+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Flèches arrêtées en plein élancement,</div><div>tuyautées d'époxy,</div><div>langées de fibres inaltérables.</div><div> </div><div>Sur le côté, se tordant le cou</div><div>les gargouilles en liberté</div><div>se penchent sur le passé.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5381548774206318515?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-5002142267475038442008-09-07T04:20:00.000-07:002008-09-07T04:23:57.390-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SMO5ck_iqoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/a89muffJk_8/s1600-h/auxerre08-08+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243238291807054466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SMO5ck_iqoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/a89muffJk_8/s400/auxerre08-08+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div>Heures qui gouttent</div><div>suspendues </div><div>aux cintres de l'ennui</div><div>flic-flac </div><div>jour sans pain.</div><div>Au soir, tout sera sec.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-500214226747503844?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-52039005270711211872008-09-01T08:49:00.000-07:002008-09-01T08:53:57.861-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SLwPrRLTffI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FKdITaCWVqQ/s1600-h/auxerre08-08+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241081302372023794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SLwPrRLTffI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FKdITaCWVqQ/s400/auxerre08-08+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div>Lianes rouille</div><div>racines métal</div><div>serpents morts</div><div>insectes de poussière</div><div>grouillant aux pavés</div><div>déménagements de territoires</div><div>fin de chantier.</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5203900527071121187?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-29132137495672068862008-08-24T13:57:00.000-07:002008-08-24T14:00:44.225-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SLHLus6jIDI/AAAAAAAAALs/Q_IV96ORA5Y/s1600-h/vacances+07-08+125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238191844799750194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SLHLus6jIDI/AAAAAAAAALs/Q_IV96ORA5Y/s400/vacances+07-08+125.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div>Ils jouent</div><div>aux mâts de cocagne,</div><div>découpent le ciel,</div><div>fissurent le soleil, </div><div>abritent l'été</div><div>dans les mailles de l'ombre.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-2913213749567206886?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-61651414570367490152008-08-24T13:33:00.000-07:002008-08-24T13:55:50.563-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SLHGgIxkJcI/AAAAAAAAALk/UhUzTByEHoQ/s1600-h/photo+expo07-08+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238186097022084546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SLHGgIxkJcI/AAAAAAAAALk/UhUzTByEHoQ/s400/photo+expo07-08+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Courses alanguies,</div><div>brûlures humides </div><div>suées des astres,</div><div> </div><div>sans relâche, lever nos têtes,</div><div>scruter</div><div>la lente pagaille du ciel</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6165141457036749015?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-91747027866051629142008-08-12T13:10:00.000-07:002008-08-12T13:22:54.285-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SKHuygHuHII/AAAAAAAAAIg/_oywCNcijFQ/s1600-h/auxerre+22-05-08+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233726793364413570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SKHuygHuHII/AAAAAAAAAIg/_oywCNcijFQ/s320/auxerre+22-05-08+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Boutique close </div><div>jours tombés</div><div>en désuétude</div><div>objets inanimés</div><div>enchères de l'oubli.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-9174702786605162914?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-57159416943812428642008-08-02T13:21:00.001-07:002008-08-02T22:42:56.598-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SJTCH5qKzYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wTRAmeEkGJ0/s1600-h/avign+07-08+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230018508276551042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SJTCH5qKzYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wTRAmeEkGJ0/s320/avign+07-08+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Vitrine des rêves sans tain,</div><div>Envier cet élan factice,</div><div>apesanteur ad libitum</div><div></div><div>ou bien</div><div>longer le mur, </div><div>doubler d'un pas solide,</div><div>trottoir ferme sous la sandale,</div><div>simple jubilation</div><div>de piéton ordinaire.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-5715941694381242864?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-5789682466642727842008-07-27T02:17:00.000-07:002008-07-27T02:24:53.756-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SIw9uCts4rI/AAAAAAAAAII/Mk7THHTgjq0/s1600-h/avign+07-08+064.jpg+recadree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227621128682136242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SIw9uCts4rI/AAAAAAAAAII/Mk7THHTgjq0/s320/avign+07-08+064.jpg+recadree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Entêtement de l'enfant</div><div>et de l'oiseau,</div><div>guerre de square.</div><div>Enfant épouvantail</div><div>rayant la poussière,</div><div>zig-zags,</div><div>l'oiseau, semblant de s'envoler</div><div>- pointillés -.</div><div>L'enfant rit aux éclats,</div><div>l'oiseau est impénétrable.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-578968246664272784?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-10498696169216783082008-07-27T01:32:00.000-07:002008-07-27T01:53:44.863-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SIwzdKpOj4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9LWK-59EQbs/s1600-h/avign+07-08+093.jpg+recadree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227609843636801410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SIwzdKpOj4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9LWK-59EQbs/s320/avign+07-08+093.jpg+recadree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Corps combats</div><div>moulinant le mistral</div><div>mots</div><div>drus sur la prairie</div><div>rafales,</div><div>vie des vivants,</div><div>des morts</div><div>Un long trait</div><div>sans reprendre haleine.</div><div>Le théâtre, la vie.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-1049869616921678308?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-87753110647293909262008-07-18T23:55:00.000-07:002008-07-19T00:11:01.601-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SIGQuyRkKfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OxP3tdYFujY/s1600-h/vacances+07-08+116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224616176170314226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SIGQuyRkKfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OxP3tdYFujY/s320/vacances+07-08+116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div> </div><div>Sol liquide, joyeux,</div><div>îles broussailles, à portée de vagues.</div><div>l'arrière du bateau</div><div>peigne l'écume</div><div>mousse oblique, </div><div>galop franc</div><div>se jettera dans le sillage</div><div>d'un voilier, plus loin.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-8775311064729390926?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-9561124001100300122008-07-17T12:30:00.000-07:002008-07-17T23:53:33.255-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SH-eUKrwMUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dbXOcSizLXw/s1600-h/vacances+07-08+129.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224068162075504962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SH-eUKrwMUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dbXOcSizLXw/s320/vacances+07-08+129.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Vide au gris des fenêtres</div><div>ciel sans artifice</div><div>plus de tramways</div><div>rails luisants au soleil bas.</div><div>Une seule terrasse</div><div>sur la trop grand'place.</div><div>Un vieux noir ivre</div><div>commente</div><div>mots touchés coulés</div><div>au caniveau.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-956112400110030012?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-67490902303355942008-07-07T06:02:00.001-07:002008-07-09T13:43:38.968-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SHIUJdob4LI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YCTz8HKkKMQ/s1600-h/avril+07+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220257070881431730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SHIUJdob4LI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YCTz8HKkKMQ/s320/avril+07+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Creux, touffu,</div><div>traverse l'île. Mais</div><div>qui a vu la terre se jeter à la rivière ?</div><div>L'eau jamais ne lui sera miroir,</div><div>mouroir.</div><div>Au ras de l'eau</div><div>offre son peu de corps</div><div>aux herbes piquantes</div><div>cerné de hauts arbres nus</div><div>au ciel et</div><div>dans l'eau.</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-6749090230335594?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347529151045028.post-11583790354776182462008-06-30T13:26:00.000-07:002008-07-01T12:59:37.311-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SGlCubMjs-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/raYOTRdQx8Q/s1600-h/foire06-08+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217775008627274722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0ewdl07omM/SGlCubMjs-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/raYOTRdQx8Q/s320/foire06-08+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Plus légère que l'air...</div><div>Dimanche de juin,</div><div>fin d'après-midi,</div><div>juste avant la pluie.</div><div>Elle invente l'été, soudain.</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3762347529151045028-1158379035477618246?l=lerappeldesoiseaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LE RAPPEL DES OISEAUXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01883897160636626530noreply@blogger.com1