tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413399168428498482.post-21108490207371721732008-07-07T18:00:00.001+02:002008-07-07T18:03:08.307+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Comment encore reconnaître</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ce que fut la douce vie ?<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">En contemplant peut-être<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">dans ma paume tous les souvenirs<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">de ces lignes et de ces rides que l’on entretient<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">en fermant sur le vide cette main de rien.</span></span><br /></div></span>Coriolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00874410924126391641echatelan@yahoo.fr