tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84905894277753449882024-03-13T19:45:35.746+01:00 DERIVES SAISONNIERESL'ECRITURE EST A L'AUTEUR CE QUE LE RÔLE EST A L 'ACTEUR UNE SECONDE PEAU LE TEMPS D'UN BRAVO.....
ALORS APPLAUDISSEZ NOUS N'AVONS RIEN D'AUTRE A NOUS METTRE...M.A.MURCIAderives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.comBlogger718125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-19182548588178084602021-06-14T15:13:00.003+02:002021-06-14T16:07:16.972+02:00 MESSENGER<p><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFI-c-Fi-lZU_UtscrdGlhVTGM2or6vm9dDccLPOLTq81b1CqebBEorebBdP-LCzXgo3lNa4WUxpRkupg4deby0rFsi5DdjQfv1bEwWvTWyyobYSFH0sBylJm1elV6_brRGcrxvorxRuI/s323/Voix-du-coeur-700+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="156" data-original-width="323" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFI-c-Fi-lZU_UtscrdGlhVTGM2or6vm9dDccLPOLTq81b1CqebBEorebBdP-LCzXgo3lNa4WUxpRkupg4deby0rFsi5DdjQfv1bEwWvTWyyobYSFH0sBylJm1elV6_brRGcrxvorxRuI/w685-h389/Voix-du-coeur-700+%25281%2529.jpg" width="685" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="text-align: left;">Je me change en lueur du jour,</span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">en petites touches sauvages</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">pour effleurer ton visage,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">essuyer tes larmes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">et te transmettre mon âme.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Je te vois et je te verrai toujours</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">comme mon unique amour.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Là ou je vais, tu y seras.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">J'ai eu si peur de ne plus jamais te revoir,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">d’être seul dans le noir.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Mais regarde bien, regarde,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">je monte la garde.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Ne me cherche plus.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A tes cotés je suis et je resterai.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p>derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-7359175281650144062020-11-12T13:52:00.001+01:002020-11-12T13:52:34.892+01:00SOUPIRAIL<p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Du fond de mes entrailles,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">ou que j'aille, je pense à toi.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Dans cette immense pagaille</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">vaille que vaille,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">je vais je viens je travaille.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Si je ferme un instant les yeux,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">ce sont des retrouvailles</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">de fantômes, d’épouvantails..</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Alors pardonne moi il faut que je m'en aille.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span>Ni épousailles, </span>ni funérailles.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Je tourne les talons, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">en feu de paille,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span>je brûle je brûle, </span>regarde moi brûler,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">m’évanouir, me décomposer </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">je passe, je suis passée.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Je bataille,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">je suis en fin de baille....</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p> </p>derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-18983398572906053512020-11-05T14:46:00.000+01:002020-11-05T14:46:43.036+01:00VIEILLE EN VEILLE<p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Une dame sans ses atours </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">est une dame sans amour,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">une dame dans sa tour.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sans meme le gout de chanter</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">presque endormie,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">comme dans un conte de fées.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Irréelle pas si loin d’être belle</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">dans son lit de dentelle.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">A elle seule, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">un bouquet de merveilles,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">un bouquet d'immortelles.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span>Mise en veille,</span> en vieille</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">à nulle autre pareil ..</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span></p><p><br /></p>derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-87632115216119150782020-11-01T13:23:00.000+01:002020-11-01T13:23:51.628+01:00NOM DE DIEU<p><span style="font-size: x-large;">D'un seul coup d'un seul</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">on étête, on décapite .</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Comme une guerre de cent ans</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">qui dure depuis si longtemps.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">On se dispute nos Dieux.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">On tue au nom de Dieu.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Le tien, le mien,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">celui de tous les saints.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">En overdose de sacrifices,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">croyances en guise d'intolérances</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">en bandoulière comme des prières...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Que cesse le feu au nom de Dieu !!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"NOM DE DIEU"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p>derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-7616425154640819552020-10-31T13:35:00.002+01:002020-10-31T13:49:40.164+01:00PAÏENNE DERRIÈRE SES PERSIENNES<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Soleil,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">chauffe donc un peu plus.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Balaye nos inutiles artères.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Plus personne se rue dans nos rues.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Le bruit s'est tu.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Balancé comme un pendule,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">il se dit, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">écoute moi,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">ce sera toi, ce sera moi</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">ou bien celui la, là bas...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Alors......alors,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Lave toi les mains,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">ne crache pas ton venin,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tiens toi loin des miens, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span>des siens, </span><span>de tous les autres</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Aère, aère, aère</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">de courant d'air et de vent</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">comme autant en emporte devant ma porte.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sous protection</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">des murs de ma maison,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">sans eau bénite ni sermon,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">ceci est le message </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span>d'une païenne </span><span>derrière ses persiennes</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span></p><p>reconfinement du 30 octobre 2020</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-69463462196478511242020-04-27T13:15:00.001+02:002020-04-27T13:15:49.022+02:00ENTRE TOI ET MOI<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Voilà voilà, te revoilà.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Est ce bien toi là?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ce roi de l'ivresse sans tendresse,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de si belles promesses</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">et de mes heures irréelles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Voilà voilà, encore toi.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">En confinement comme moi.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Voilà voilà le roi c'est toi. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Non, non,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">je ne dirai pas quoi,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">c'est juste et seulement </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">entre toi et moi.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span><br />
<br />derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-30658628198277568652020-04-22T13:29:00.000+02:002020-04-22T13:29:47.327+02:00CALAMITÉ <span style="font-size: x-large;">Le temps sans son printemps</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">comme nous, pauvre de nous</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">derrière notre muraille de chine</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">et nos murs de béton,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">empêchés de pêcher</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">qu'en sera t il de notre été?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de notre saison préférée?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Une année pour rien </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">que cette année 2020.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Bien malin celui qui fut devin</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">qui ne devina rien et prédit en vain.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Bien chanceux celui qui verra demain,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">reprendra son chemin, poursuivra son destin.</span><br />
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<br />derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-29950656544736785542020-04-21T12:07:00.000+02:002020-04-21T12:07:46.084+02:00DÉLIVRANCE<span style="font-size: x-large;">Puis je encore une fois, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">longer le corridor,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">aux effluves que je subodore,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sans succomber à la tentation,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">mais délivrez moi du mal</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">d'ouvrir grand les portes,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">balancer les fenêtres,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ne plus jamais les fermer</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ne plus jamais s'enfermer?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">et, et bien entendu </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">prier le soleil d'entrer sans frapper......</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span>derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-3131394338241884882020-04-20T12:37:00.000+02:002020-04-20T14:25:15.878+02:00PLAINTES ET COMPLAINTE<span style="font-size: x-large;">C'est comme une grande fatigue, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">une lassitude pire qu'une habitude,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">une rengaine pire que la haine.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">une complainte sans but.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Un silence, une absence, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">le tout sur ordonnance.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Une vie sans vie, sans envie,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">une lente agonie.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Une pluie sans abris.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Les jours comme les nuits,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">à surveiller sa fièvre, ses rêves,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ses nerfs, ses colères.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Et toi pauvre de toi,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">comme moi pauvre de moi,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">éloignée, épargnée mais cloîtrée.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Enlisée, dématérialisée.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Virtuelle sans ailes. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Oiseuse, vaseuse,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">inutile valseuse,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">inutile bienheureuse ...</span><br />
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<br />derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-49542934569844485432020-04-03T18:11:00.000+02:002020-04-03T18:11:33.853+02:00ÉPOUVANTABLEMENT<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sur nos affiches le luxe s'affiche,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">le monde en friche, s'en fiche.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Nos rues vides pour cause de covid,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">en jachère pour cause de guerre.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">L'urgence n'a plus de sens</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">et c'est au petit bonheur la chance.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Arrêt sur mirage, le tout sur image.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">En surdose, en overdose,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">le silence fait rage.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dans nos cages, en otages,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sur le pas de nos portes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">le virus emporte ...</span><br />
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<br />derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-56097954636752722532020-03-27T10:27:00.001+01:002020-03-27T10:27:46.094+01:00PRINTEMPS PERDU<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ce printemps si dangereux</span><div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sans Rameaux, sans Pâques sans amoureux.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sans dimanche, sans lundi,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sans ballade, sans folie</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">et les marchés de plein vent aussi,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">dans toute l’Occitanie,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">un monde sans monde toute la planète le dit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Nos maisons comme des prisons.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Soumis a conditions,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">à permission de sortie.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Nos ballades virtuelles</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">nous fatiguent autant que les réelles.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Le danger est de sortie. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Le danger est de sortir.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Pas sortir pour s'en sortir.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span></div>
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derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com011100 Narbonne, France43.184277 3.00307842.9989225 2.6803545 43.369631500000004 3.3258015tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-14807504976431219422020-03-26T10:05:00.000+01:002020-03-26T10:05:04.246+01:00A MES SOUHAITS <span style="font-size: x-large;">J'aimerai bien encore une fois </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">te voir, te parler,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">reconnaître ta voix</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">et en avoir tous les émois.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Penser à haute voix</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">pour enfin dire tout ce que je ne peux pas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">tout ce que je pense tout bas.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Marcher à tes cotés</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">comme dans l'histoire d'un conte de fées,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">juste pour te suivre sans savoir ou je vais.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Et toi ou iras tu lorsque je ne serai plus?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Et si tu pensais tout bas ce que tu ne me diras pas.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Allons viens battre la campagne,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">avec moi,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">souffler comme le vent </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">portés par ce vent,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">dégringoler les collines </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">rieurs comme des farceurs,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">heureux comme des amoureux.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">J'aimerai tant comme un enfant,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">j'aimerai tant c'est évident...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">viens t'en donc pour un instant,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">me tourner autour </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">comme un amant....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span>derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-62327887156315985702020-03-25T11:43:00.000+01:002020-03-25T11:43:56.372+01:00POUR TOI COMME POUR MOI<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ni deux ni trois, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">seulement toi,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">comme un soldat</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">qui veille sur moi, de loin, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">pas plus d'un mètre je crois.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Nos corps sans se toucher,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">nos mains sans se frôler</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">et cette folie qui ôte toute envie.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Les comptes et les décomptes,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">nous en racontent...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">serons nous du nombre?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de cette hécatombe?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">La terre, un immense cimetière.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ni deux ni trois,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">seulement toi,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">en urgence, en désarrois,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">comme moi .....</span><br />
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<br />derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-45551829777421041522020-03-24T15:13:00.000+01:002020-03-26T15:16:47.658+01:00C'EST L'HEURE<span style="font-size: x-large;">La nuit je m'ennuie,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">je me retourne dans mon lit,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">le sommeil s'enfuit.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Le coté frais de l'oreiller </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">me procure un instant de répit.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Mes bras se glissent, s'enfouissent,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">cette position me va,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">mon corps récalcitrant en a décidé autrement.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Les pieds hors des draps,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">un instant ça va, puis il fait trop froid.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Comment peut on rêver ainsi,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">le rêve c'est vital, on dit,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">je voudrais tant plonger</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">dans les bras de Morphée,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">me reposer, fermer les yeux,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">je voudrais dormir seulement dormir...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span><br />
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derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-86156632460753938022020-03-23T02:37:00.000+01:002020-03-27T10:18:23.449+01:00L'INVISIBLE<span style="font-size: x-large;">Pluie et vent</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">dans cette ville pas comme avant.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Muette, </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">repus, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de ses habitants en confinement.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Demain, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">les rues lavées de tous soupçons,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">prendront des airs de tentations</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">pour imprudents et récalcitrants.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Les barreaux ne suffisent plus,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">les portes ne ferment plus</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">si l'invisible nous rend visite,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">si l'invisible nous prend pour cible....</span><br />
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<br />derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com011100 Narbonne, France43.184277 3.00307842.9989225 2.6803545 43.369631500000004 3.3258015tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-58280896307617918512019-11-11T11:36:00.001+01:002019-11-11T11:36:23.984+01:00Esprit Frappeur | Épisode 11 | Dérives Saisonnières<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TgEVr9ZB9dg" width="480"></iframe>derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-34161244470335651962019-10-20T13:43:00.000+02:002019-10-20T13:43:48.145+02:00SANS COMMENTAIRE <span style="font-size: x-large;">les fourbes et menteurs,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">les hypocrites et les voleurs,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">les sans scrupules, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">les moins que rien, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">les pas bons, les pas bien,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">les sans figure, les ordures,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">les ravisseurs les embaumeurs</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">enfin toutes une cohorte de profiteurs</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">confondant gentillesse tendresse </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">avec escarcelle....</span><br />
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<br />derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-67961810875878842932019-10-17T13:45:00.000+02:002019-10-20T13:48:13.637+02:00TESTIGO <span style="font-size: x-large;">Un nouvel article, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">une nouvelle forme de le dire,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">en écriture c'est plus sure.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Les écrits restent,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">imprimés à tout jamais.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ils nous donnent le gout de l'instant,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de ce qui fut,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de l'air du temps, du mouvement</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de la couleur de nos vêtements.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Je puise et je m'épuise</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">dans ce travail de chaque instant</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Je regarde passer le verbe être sans avoir été,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">le verbe avoir sans pouvoir.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">j'invente pour exister</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">je raconte </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">un monde, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">en une fraction de seconde..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span><br />
<br />derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-74346671125488798062019-10-16T01:27:00.000+02:002019-10-16T01:28:07.436+02:00BUVARD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Voila, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">tu voulais que j’écrive</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">alors j’écris.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Je racle mon cerveau</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">à la recherche d'un bon mot,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">d'une rumeur ou d'un bonheur.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dois je écrire "je" ou "jeux"?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">la différence entre les deux,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">c'est l’écrire, le dire ou le lire.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">On y verra que du feu</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">ou un peu d'encre bleue</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">comme sur les buvards</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">assoiffés et bavards.</span></div>
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derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-29487413712064282392019-08-06T16:56:00.000+02:002019-08-06T16:56:37.959+02:00CACHE CACHE<span style="font-size: x-large;">Parce que tu crois que je ne sais pas,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">tu penses que je ne peux pas savoir ,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">les ondes parviennent à mon monde.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">La vérité servie sur un plateau</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">comme un énorme gâteau.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Même si l'indigestion me guette, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">quelques nausées quelques vertiges.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Çà tangue un peu,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de bâbord a tribord, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">un petit roulis comme un mépris.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Et ce vide ce silence </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">qui empêchent la danse.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Parce que tu crois que je ne sais pas ..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Mais voyons, allons donc, tu sais que je sais....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span>derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-34718285299356227412019-08-04T13:25:00.000+02:002019-08-04T22:28:16.154+02:00LISBOA<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Au rythme de tes hanches</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">je prends la cadence,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">j’emboîte ton pas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sur la calçada de Lisboa.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Deux étrangers au paradis,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">en océan, en atlantique,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sur la route des Amériques.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Au rythme de tes hanches</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">je m'balance,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">comme un bateau ivre</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">pour couvrir la distance.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sur la calçada de Lisboa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">comme un tour avec toi,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">un petit tour à ton bras..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span><br />
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<br />derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-71172522832527128112019-07-11T10:40:00.000+02:002019-07-11T10:40:56.639+02:00SOLILOQUE<span style="font-size: x-large;">PART I</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">mardi 2 juillet 2019</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">C'est comme un mirage, un naufrage,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">cette île qui apparaît sous forme d’écriture, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">un dialogue, une pirogue, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">un radeau qui me méduse,qui m'amuse.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">J'ai, c'est vrai, longtemps marché sans me retourner,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de peur de te croiser sans pouvoir m’arrêter.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Là, le temps prend tout son temps </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">et nous laisse déguster, </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">à petites gorgées, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">une liqueur presque un bonheur .</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">je te regarde vivre en équilibre, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">pétri de sensations.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">La moindre de tes vibrations nous remet en question.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">J'ai peur si peur que tu disparaisses </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">en quelques maladresses ..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Par magie les mots nous coulent dans le dos,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">entre les doigts, entre les bras et sur la peau...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Pour lire, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">nous n'auront que nos dire</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">pour alimenter notre délire</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">on pourrait croire </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">que ce n'est pas notre histoire,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ne pas la vivre, se rater, ni se voir.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">S</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">ans plus rien à se dire on pourrait aussi mourir </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">mais on a décidé de s’écrire,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">comme le vent, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">qui nous caresse et nous prend,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">on se surprend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">PART II</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">mercredi 3 juillet 2019</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sans réponse je continue donc.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Nous voila à toucher du doigt </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">la réalité de nos débats.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Nous entremêlons</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">inquiétude, incertitude, fragilité et jalousies.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Pourtant ici, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">à l'abris des regards indiscrets des ragots et de la méchanceté,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">nous fabriquons notre médicament,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de quoi panser nos rancoeurs aussi nos crises de douleurs, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">faire sortir le mal que l'on trimbale.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Parler, on parle tant,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">on rase les murs vêtus d'armure </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">on se protège des ouragans,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">le peu de lettres que nous utilisons </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">font le tour de nos tourments.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Le peu de temps qu'il nous reste </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">nous rend impatient.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Calme toi, regarde moi,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">je suis celle là qui prend soin de toi,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">qui t'apprend par cœur </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">juste pour ne pas que tu pleures.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">PART III</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">jeudi 4 juillet 2019</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Aux heures les moins chaudes, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">nous partons en maraude,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">par la ville, évidée, décérébrée.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">La rue est à nous.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Comme deux"cerf volant"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">deux </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">effervescents,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">nous la survolons,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sur les traces de Charles Trenet,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">prés de la voie ferrée. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dans quelques rues perdues,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sempiternelles ruelles par le vent défendues,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sans âme qui vive, sans respiration, sans tentation</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">il est là le bon temps.</span><br />
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derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-83456869132187666712019-06-26T13:07:00.000+02:002019-06-26T13:07:00.725+02:00BRÈVES<span style="font-size: x-large;">Le jour se lève</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">avec lui tout se soulève,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">le vent, l’été </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">et quelques alizés, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">les rumeurs le bonheur</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">et toutes les couleurs...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Peur sur mon cœur</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ou sur presque tout mon bonheur,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">peur, encore peur, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sur les traces d'un voleur</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">effrayé par le bruit de mon cœur....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Et cette chance de plaire </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">plus que tu ne penses,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ce grain de folie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">parfois meme à outrance, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">un remède à ton obsolescence.... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIA ANGE MURCIA</span><br />
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<br />derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-20383544552309024492019-06-25T15:41:00.000+02:002019-06-26T00:33:35.627+02:00MÉCHANTE<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dans un royaume très loin d'ici,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">très très loin d'ici,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">vivait une abrutie. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">le regard ailleurs, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">la bêtise en bandoulière</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">quelques crises en guise de douceur.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Electrique ou hystérique</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">souvent pathétique,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">enfin, méchante, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">très très méchante,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">très très très méchante.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA </span><br />
<br />derives saisonniereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682163785309954439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490589427775344988.post-48537733481222387142019-06-23T00:45:00.000+02:002019-06-24T09:47:59.394+02:00TEMPTATION<span style="font-size: x-large;">Tu n'as plus </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ce regard qui m'a plu.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Tu n'es plus cette illusion </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">qui fait naître la passion.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Tu n'es plus mon miroir, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">tu n'es plus mon grimoire,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">mon inspiration, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">le sens de mes chansons.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Tu deviens mon poison</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">mon plus vaste océan.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Un inconnu</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">qui passe dans ma rue.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Mon éphémère,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">mon plus grand mystère,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">la plus sombre de mes passions</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ma dernière tentation....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">MARIE ANGE MURCIA</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">science fiction vous avez dit science fiction ?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">mais oui c'est de la science fiction ...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">pourquoi vous pensiez quoi que je parlais de moi? ....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">mais non c'est juste une histoire sans nom </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">comme on en écrit tant !!</span><br />
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