mardi 4 juin 2013

Les jours de pluie




                                                                                    Seule
                                                                                    sous le parapluie
                                                                                    les jours de pluie
                                                                                    ma tristesse
                                                                                    est infinie

                                                                                    et quel autre choix
                                                                                    y a t il que
                                                                                    de s'y abandonner

                                                                                    comme un oiseau blessé
                                                                                    sans tête
                                                                                    l'aile fracassée
                                                                                    sur les dalles
                                                                                    sous la pluie

                                                                                    là d'où l'on vient
                                                                                    n'est plus
                                                                                    là où l'on marche
                                                                                    c'est le désert

                                                                                    nos pas s'enfoncent
                                                                                    dans l'oubli
                                                                                    on avance vers nul part

                                                                                    la pluie se fait compagne
                                                                                    de la mélancolie

1 commentaire:

Patrick Lucas a dit…

et d'ailleurs ... avance-t-on ?