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80 x 40

Terre cuite et acrylique

VENDU

Sur un rocher

Notre amour s'est crashé

Sur le rivage de l'éternité

Ton sang s'est glacé.

Comme ce bébé morse,

Perdu en Corse,

Blancheur de la mouette

Miroir aux alouettes.

De cette adversité

                                                                                La célébrité

                                                                                Notes et mots

                                                                                    Coulaient à flots,

                                                                                  La houle agitée

                                                                                  T'as fait tourbillonner.

                                                                                  Le vent du large

                                                                                    Soufflait sur les marécages,

                                                                                     Il séchait, au matin,

                                                                                       Sur mes joues, les embruns.

                                                                                        Une vague profonde

                                                                                         A englouti nos ondes :

                                                                                       Plus de sable dans les dunes,

                                                                                     Plus de clair de lune.

                                                                                    Une marée noire

                                                                                    Luisait le soir.

                                                                                       Sous le pont de Nantes,

                                                                                        Une musique hante,

                                                                                    Océanique,

                                                                                       Son pacifique.

                                                                                        Elle reste mon héritage,

                                                                                             Petite bouée de sauvetage,

                                                                                       Où tu flottes, 

                                                                                      Sans fausse-note.