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	<title>Fallon Mayanja</title>
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		<title>Page d'accueil</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 16:25:48 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Fallon Mayanja</dc:creator>

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	FALLON&#38;nbsp;MAYANJA
	

	


	


	


	



- COMPOSITIONS&#38;nbsp; 
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; Speech
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; Soundscape
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; Live Music&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; Dj set

- PERFORMANCES 
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt;&#38;nbsp;IRIS
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; Nightfall&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; Technopoetics&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; Black Aquatics&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; The Time Has Come 
- SHOWS
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; To The Fullest
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt;&#38;nbsp;HYMN

- PROJECTS&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; AXECIDYR&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; BEA - Black Electronic Artistry&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; Black(s)totheFuture

&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; Joy Boy : A Tribute to Julius Eastman 
- RESEARCH&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; &#38;gt; Listening Practices&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;gt; Julius Eastman

- CV&#38;nbsp;


	TransFormer&#38;nbsp;



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	_




	

“ Activism is engaging in healing work. It means putting our hands in the dough and not merely thinking or talking about making tortillas. It means creating spaces and times for healing to happen, espacios y tiempos to nourish the soul . . . It’s frustrating when healing doesn’t happen immediately. Some of us choose to slow down the healing work or choose not to heal because we’ve become familiar and comfortable with our wounds. We may be afraid that our entire life will change if we heal. And it will . . . plunge your hands into the mess, plunge your hands en la masa, into embodied practical material spiritual political acts. ” Gloria Anzaldúa

	
	

Les plantes pousseront à travers le béton Car plantes nous sommes Et nos feuilles elles assomment Nous planterons - Nous hanterons &#38;nbsp;Sans enterrer - Nous serons

	
	

	
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&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Sachez que mon astre s'est égaré en ce jour le plus court de l'année


















	
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&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; still in silence&#38;nbsp; howling resistance
	

	
	
	#InTheNoiseOfBeing&#60;img width="3993" height="2668" width_o="3993" height_o="2668" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/3973bda6f895cb0eac3f6e0b8714c5ed2e03e1668c7373d5b0fbc76f859ae4b2/Anne-Reijniers-2.JPEG" data-mid="135771487" border="0"  src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/3973bda6f895cb0eac3f6e0b8714c5ed2e03e1668c7373d5b0fbc76f859ae4b2/Anne-Reijniers-2.JPEG" /&#62;


	

	
	

	
Representation&#60;img width="750" height="1334" width_o="750" height_o="1334" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/107ce390b81da5805c62dc5d12c8c38362353cd7a0b0e4c3ce252aab4dd17ca7/IMG_4178.PNG" data-mid="46257900" border="0"  src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/750/i/107ce390b81da5805c62dc5d12c8c38362353cd7a0b0e4c3ce252aab4dd17ca7/IMG_4178.PNG" /&#62;

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or the&#38;nbsp;
inescapable&#38;nbsp;



	J’entends ruisseler sous ma chair ces eaux 
Elles se font mers - Elles se font taire
Je me fais ruisseau dans ces os 
Entre craquement là où nos chères 
Entendent les sons comme un fardeau
Face aux souvenirs de nos mères
Qui se sont tout pris sur le dos


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WE
SHALL&#38;nbsp;
BE&#38;nbsp;
.
WE&#38;nbsp;
SHALL&#38;nbsp;
REMAIN&#38;nbsp;
.
WE 
SHALL
SEE



	
	#Femenine

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So I went back to the sea to find life &#38;amp; energybut I was sent to the sky to be the rain for me to see




	
	
	
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	the Nile starts in my bloodBut my real name ain’t VictoriaI am a spring called Mayanjathrough egypt it goes as reminder of truthTo arrive in a new landbe reminded what we had lendAn identity, A futuritySo I’ll melt to become memory
	
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
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	As the resistance take shapeThey chose to analyze society and fight 
and 
do things better
	
	
	

	
	
	

	



	#SESA
&#60;img width="3278" height="4912" width_o="3278" height_o="4912" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/8d4ea9a7a47f6ad0eb656d05358ea5fd973871465af1c9307090c46de96ffef4/lowres-0055.jpg" data-mid="135773148" border="0" data-scale="100" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/8d4ea9a7a47f6ad0eb656d05358ea5fd973871465af1c9307090c46de96ffef4/lowres-0055.jpg" /&#62;


	&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;

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	Dans ce marché de planètes où l'ocean m'a déposé 
la lumière de la pluie à inondé mon corps Lui permettant d'atteindre phosphorescence 
d'être muté en larme pour assurer sa descendance

 &#38;nbsp;

	

&#38;nbsp;Do we live in a present where our spirits can ever last
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Why can’t we remember our future if we can imagine our past


	
	#SESA&#60;img width="2000" height="1333" width_o="2000" height_o="1333" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/d5dfec51d97aa4bb44253bf7f7ae081f250d77ddfa64bda492e3647774e9d1c3/Diogo-da-Cruz-2.jpg" data-mid="135772241" border="0" data-scale="83" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/d5dfec51d97aa4bb44253bf7f7ae081f250d77ddfa64bda492e3647774e9d1c3/Diogo-da-Cruz-2.jpg" /&#62;

	

	

I heard the blues of all seas calling me there
In the heart of the Nowhere




	I’ve seen deserts and mountains questioned the skies and the seas looking for it looking for you looking for me to find elsewhere in the he. she. we. want to be This evidence - an Earth possibility
	#SESA&#60;img width="4912" height="7360" width_o="4912" height_o="7360" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/05883c08f5223b2760fda8adbdb92665bc93c382b5641dd13f15bd69a840e490/lowres-0061.jpg" data-mid="135773150" border="0" data-scale="76" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/05883c08f5223b2760fda8adbdb92665bc93c382b5641dd13f15bd69a840e490/lowres-0061.jpg" /&#62;
	

	

	
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A défaut de pouvoir être devra t-on se soumettre à paraitre ?car à défaire les défauts je me retrouve encore dans le faux
Oui.&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;
Hier encore&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;j'ai attendu que le sol décide de mon sort &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;


	

	&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Feminism really comes from, like, the existence of resistance, &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; the strength that comes from inequality , fearness and oppression








	
	#SESA&#60;img width="2000" height="1333" width_o="2000" height_o="1333" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/8ddf8b19526d4a7ae1ff85b2f6a844172d11d3d5cf5940e6ec09f2b20278a6b5/DSC_0034.jpg" data-mid="135776376" border="0"  src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/8ddf8b19526d4a7ae1ff85b2f6a844172d11d3d5cf5940e6ec09f2b20278a6b5/DSC_0034.jpg" /&#62;


	


&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;For the sake of the self - as the snake changed his skin to stay
So I’ll dedicate my life to keep saying what we have to say

	
Rain
Run through my veins. 
Be the rivers of my lake. &#38;nbsp;
Nameless. 
Shapeless. 
Eager to be. 
Infinity.We shall be.We shall remain.
Staring in darkness. 
Staying in blackness.



	We&#38;nbsp;shall be.We&#38;nbsp;shall see.We&#38;nbsp;shall remain.We&#38;nbsp;shall be.Tell the story of our insides. we.Still left aside. are See. king. The stories of our insights
We areWe are 
We


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		<title>autres_chemins</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 17:28:32 +0000</pubDate>

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	Douceurs&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
Perdues
	
	Alter &#38;amp; Mézigue



	
	
	&#38;nbsp;
	Collines inondées

	La Lune aux deux Visages /&#38;nbsp;
	Si Bleues Ni Vertes /
	Comme R /
	

	
	
	
	

	
	
	
	

	
	Chaînes°
	Cyanophyte°
	Dense°

	
	Fleurs Bleues
	

	SONIC HEALING
	
	
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		<title>Pluralité</title>
				
		<link>https://mayanjafallon.com/Pluralite</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 20:50:51 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Fallon Mayanja</dc:creator>

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PLURALITÉ

 Être hybride,&#38;nbsp; 
Je ne m’identifie pas comme. 
Mais ma performativité est plus complexe et ambiguë, 
elle est autre part. 
Ce qui veut dire que je me produis autrement. 
Je me produis comme.
 Alternant. Un jeu, non pas comme futilité 
Mais comme dérivé. 
Je me joue des espaces, je joue avec les espaces. 
Je performe. En un mélange de codes donnés 
Et de codes erronés. 
Un être hybride, qu’on bride. 
Aux intersections où l’esprit s’aperçoit 
Aux intersections où le corps se déploie. 
Un hybride, 
à l’interstice.







	HYBRID
	
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		<title>Alter &#38; Mézigue</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 20:49:41 +0000</pubDate>

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		<title>Singular</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 20:49:33 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Fallon Mayanja</dc:creator>

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Singular 

&#38;nbsp;



Do not approve
my &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; words&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; because of my face



&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; Do not
approve my&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; 
behaviours&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; 
because of my face



Do not approve my &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; feelings&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; because of my face







I am who I am







&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Beyond&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; any of your&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; judgement



 
I am who I am







 Beyond &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; any of your&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; statement







Take me as I am






&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; No &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; 
more&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; 
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		<title>interLude</title>
				
		<link>https://mayanjafallon.com/interLude</link>

		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2019 13:10:59 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Fallon Mayanja</dc:creator>

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J’écris pour parler des expériences 


J’écris pour témoigner des existences 


J’écris pour entrer en trans – être trans – et transmettre &#38;nbsp;cet être si dense


dans ses complexités ses interstices et ses velléités




Un jour de l’écrit je suis passé.e au slam 


Pour objectifs d’atteindre enfin toutes ces belles âmes 


Que cette voix, que ces sons sortent et se déclament 


Qu’enfin les mots dans mes espaces j’incarne




Apparemment 


prononcer des mots c’est parler 


Apparemment 


y apporter un peu de musicalité c’est slamer 


Certains diront que la frontière est mince avec rapper 
Alors,



 je m’y essaye car ça me permet d’exister - de résister - de respirer 


De vous partager le fond de ma pensée insensée mais inspirée



Car l’inspiration est la suite de l’imagination 


Et l’imagination nous a sortie de la soumission


Et ma mission reste la même 


je ramasserai tout ce que l’on sème


S'aimer pour exister - pour résister - pour respirer</description>
		
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		<title>Buttons for blouses</title>
				
		<link>https://mayanjafallon.com/Buttons-for-blouses</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 20:50:57 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Fallon Mayanja</dc:creator>

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&#38;nbsp; Luminescence
La nuit est belle dis-je


&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; inatteignable

belle nuitaux astres multiples

&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; tu es belle dis-je

emerveillé.e


&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; tu me pousses à être inspiré.e

habité.e


jusque toi pour briller.&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;

Le prisme


&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; exclu de tes lieux&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; attend sa place


&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;attend son tour


&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; cherche l’espace


&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;cherche l’autourespérant t’atteindre un jour.&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;Sans lumière




 rainbow


contemple




&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; et si je ne peux te trouver dans les cieux


&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; fais moi donc voguer sur tes océans
toi faite d’eau douce



&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; toi faite d’eaux agitées


j’y resterai&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;



fugitive d’une source&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;


étirant mon reflet sur tes interminables ondes


me paraissant au loin si trouble et profonde.


L’étreinte s’est prolongée&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;


&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; J’ai marché les déserts et les montagnes
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; questionné les ciels et les mers




&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; en quête de ça
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; en quête de toi
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; en quête de moi
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; puis j ‘ai trouvé&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;Là &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; en toi cette évidence&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;

&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; toi qui me traverse&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
toi qui m’illumine&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
toi qui m’anime&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;


ta chaleur si forte me consume&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;


 &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Moi


 &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;Feu.


&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Si nos âmes s’enlacent à la moindre occasion
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; c’est que leur amour si grand déborde
 &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; déborde à travers nos deux corps pleins d’émotions.

	

CORAIL USÉ &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; J’ai cru entendre le bleu de la mer m’appeler
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; t’y voir, sans pouvoir t’approcher


&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; J’ai cru entendre les sons de ton corps formuler
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; des sons qui me sont étrangers



&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je te vois au loin
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Et te sens si proche
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Rester de marbre
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Rester de rocheJ’investigue le visible&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
L’audible&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
Le lisible &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;

Je crois enfin entendre le vent me souffler
les codes pour pouvoir t’enlacer

IMMOBILITÉ - ORGANE D’ESSENCE


	
		
		
	
	
		
			
				
					
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je suis&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je sens&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je la sens
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je la sens&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; sans la saisir
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;Je la vois
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je la veux&#38;nbsp; près de moi&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je la vois&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je la veux&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;dans mes bras&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;Je suis grande&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je suis grand
 &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je suis&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;Même si
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;Je fuis
 &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Et


	
		
		
	
	
		
			
				
					

J’irai&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;
J’y vais&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Laisse moi du temps &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;
Je serai &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; À travers toi&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;
Pour toi&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
Si doux - Si douce
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je serai grand - Je serai grande

					&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;Car je suis grande &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je suis grande&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;Je suis&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;
Je&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;

				
			
		
	



	
		
		
	
	
		
			
				
					



	
		
		
	
	
		
			
				
					


	
		
		
	
	
		
			
				
					
Magie Solaire&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;

				
			
		
	

&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Tu habites la nuit

&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;Petite plante Alien
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; explorant l’espace lumière


				
			
			
				
					
nous futur.s&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;nous présent.s&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;nous armure.s&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;nous changeant.s&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;

	
		
		
	
	
		
			
				
					
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; À ses côtés pour défier le solaire
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Le soleil qui nous fait briller
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; À ses côtés pour défier le solaire
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; L e soleil qui nous fait brûler
sceptique nous restons&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;

				
			
		
	



				
			
			
				
					
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;si tu es dure

					
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;si tu es doux
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;c’est que tu es sure
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;c’est que tu es fou
				
			
			
				
					

				
			
		
		
			
				
					
La sorcière détient ton âme&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Te plongeant dans la mélancolie
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&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;Tu n’es pas si petit
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; Tu n’es pas si modèle

Pourtant tu acceptes&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
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&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Remplis de tristesses heureuses

					
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; La terre m’amène à la mer&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Et la mer me mènera au ciel 
Si tu es l’eau qui m’emportera

Tu es aussi la terre qui me grandira

					
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Où je serai ce rayon
Long rayon venu de l’horizon&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;

				
			
		
	
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		<title>Collines Inondées</title>
				
		<link>https://mayanjafallon.com/Collines-Inondees</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 20:50:55 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Fallon Mayanja</dc:creator>

		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://mayanjafallon.com/Collines-Inondees</guid>

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&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Tu m’as coupé&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Tu m’as saigné&#38;nbsp;
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&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Si tu coules en moi&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; Je fais tout pour me défaire de toi
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&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Généré par la liqueur&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; Mensonges

&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Les non dits me forgent&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Les non dits m’égorgent&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Laissant place au silence et aux suppositions
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Laissant place aux errances et aux sombres visions

					&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; On me dit que le pardon mènera à la raison
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Mais je ne peux l’accepter&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je ne peux abdiquer

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&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Autre&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Que&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; Je

				
			
		
		
			
				
					&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;Et Je est fort&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;Je suis fort&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Même si eux disent que j’ai tort&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;Je serai fort

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&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Chaque année je te découvre

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		<title>Fleurs Bleues</title>
				
		<link>https://mayanjafallon.com/Fleurs-Bleues</link>

		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2019 09:32:16 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Fallon Mayanja</dc:creator>

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Is my body invisible or too pronounced




I see him wavering in the night



Yes at night
 sway at night
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Falls at night
Fallen into oblivio
 Fallen into contempt



 
Has my body been stated 
Too stated



Has my body been stated
Despite his will






Is my body



Existing



Otherwise
 



Is my body persistent



So persistent


To people



To time



Invisible or transparent
 
Waiting



The hypothesis of an answer
The hypothesis of someone



 



My body could be



seeking



The light



My body could be



seeking



The border



pulling



the look 



receding



Fleeing the eyes






In this imperceptible space



In this intelligible space



In the void



Only



Fluid or solid



lies Lonely 






Wandered
 wandered



Come back
 remember



Wake up
 surrender






Is my body floating there



Rolling, rolling



invisibly



Is my body floating there



In the environment



waiting



Peacefully waiting






Is my body wrong
Wrong
Strong
My body a is song



However



The wave sounds so loud



Sound Vibration
Sound in unison



 



Is my body lying



Is my body shuting



Locked in



Locked in silence



Locked in dependance 



Howling 



Creating another reality



Fooling himself on his temporality



 



Has my body resisted
Has my body insisted
Has my body desisted



Ubiquity



Spectator



Of the other 
me



Of you
Me
Over there
Here



Wake up
 stand up



You floating sail
You little snail






My body is consuming



My body is burning



Yes my body burns



Yes my body turns






This body thought to be 
in



This body thought to be 
in this world



This body thought to be 
of this world



Seeking air
 seeking air



 



Was my body wrong



Did my body cheat



FlippedFreaked



This floating body



frustrating
touching



 



Touching body
Touched body
This whole body 



Always as before
Always as soon
Soon will before be



 



My body remembers other lives
My body does not remember here



Physically measured 
Clearly compared



To another
To the other
To the unknown
To the invisible






My crazy and timid body tends to be exhausting



Soft and porous bodies tend to be absorbent



My crazy and timid body tends to be captivating



 



Often



My body in dreams



Lies in those streams



Overflowing






Stuck in these memories
Imagined memories



Stuck in this reality
Imagined reality



Lacunar Consciousness



Made of flesh this body needs to rest






This organic body



This mechanical body



Dynamic and static



 



Is my body wild



My wild plant body






Going through movement



Body movement



Changing movement






My nomadic body



Listen to the sirens



Wandering
Wandering



Listening
Questioning 



The clear



My dear



Partner



 



Trapped in cell



Because if cell is house
house is shell




This body



Trimmed to fit



Succeeded in deploying



This body



Procession Crushing



Succeeded to exist



This body correctable 



Because laughable



This fallible body



Tends
extends
Radiant



Yes this 
body&#38;nbsp;
became apparent















				
			
		
	

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		<title>Douceurs Perdues</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 20:49:50 +0000</pubDate>

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					Doux voile

C’est toujours pareilLes disques se rayent
SûrementSynonyme de rayonnant
Rayonne Rayonne
Sans te railler
J’ai voulu lui dire je t’aime
Je lui disais je t’aiJe voulais lui dire je t’ai
Je lui ai dit je t’aimeAlors
J’ai dit

				
				
					je me tais
Avec des mots, des regards et des caresses

l’étreinte s’est prolongéeAvec des intentions et des illusions

des émotions se sont créées
SolidesPlongé.e.s dans la complexité des os
Sa sueur comme odeur enivrante &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Sa sueur comme chaleur rassurante
 Touché.e.s par la complexité des eauxLiquides


				
			
			
				
					
Est venue la tentationLa tentation des mauvaises idées

				
			
			
				
					La mauvaise idée

Une intention

Source de tensions
Je ne te connais pas
Tu ne me parles pas

Tu ne me trompes pasJ’ai grande confiance en mon inconscience
Confiance

				
			
			
				
					

					
Doux voileTu penses que je te maîtrise

Tu penses que je te méprise

				
			
		
		
			
				
					
NonJe suis bien en priseDoux voileJe peux te voir

Et c’est en fermant les yeux

que je te vois le mieuxDoux voile

Pour mieux te savoir
Comprendre ce que j’ai pu omettre

Comprendre ce que j’ai fait disparaître


				
			
			
				
					&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je&#38;nbsp; fabrique ton odeur &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Je trafique ton odeurJe m’éloigne
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;Pour mieux te servir&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Pour mieux te sentir

				
			
			
				
					
Si tu as douté sens toi rassuré.e

Car nous sommes làSans moiTu es là &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;

				
			
		
	
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