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<title><![CDATA[Saisir une pensée.]]></title>
<link>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/?p=74</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 13:49:36 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elsekampf</dc:creator>
<guid>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/?p=74</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Saisir une pensée qui vous quitte,
Saisir par la peau rose des fesses
Du cou, des mains, ce jour qu]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Saisir une pensée qui vous quitte,</p>
<p>Saisir par la peau rose des fesses</p>
<p>Du cou, des mains, ce jour qui fut,</p>
<p>Dont les lignes dévoilent un regard,</p>
<p>Dérangent vos papiers, vos tiroirs,</p>
<p>Et se perdent, pour ne pas répondre.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Poésie, ma demeure!]]></title>
<link>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/?p=73</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 13:43:21 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elsekampf</dc:creator>
<guid>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/?p=73</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Donne un ciel à mes murs,
A ma misère, du vert
Quand je n&#8217;ai rien à dire,
Il pousse en moi ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Donne un ciel à mes murs,</p>
<p>A ma misère, du vert</p>
<p>Quand je n'ai rien à dire,</p>
<p>Il pousse en moi du lierre,</p>
<p>Dans mes nuits, un jour brille.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Hier j’ai rencontré !]]></title>
<link>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/?p=72</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 16:55:32 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elsekampf</dc:creator>
<guid>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/?p=72</guid>
<description><![CDATA[                         Hier j’ai rencontré
 Cette pauvre petite ma par]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="left"><span><font face="Times New Roman">                         Hier j’ai rencontré</font></span></p>
<p align="left" style="margin:0 0 0 72pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman"> Cette pauvre petite ma pareille</font></p>
<p align="left" style="margin:0 0 0 72pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman"></font></p>
<p align="left" style="margin:0 0 0 72pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman"> L’image de moi-même.</font></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Times New Roman">                         </font><span><font face="Times New Roman">Hier j’ai rencontré</font></span></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Times New Roman"><span>                         </span><span><font>Un passé désemparé</font></span></font></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Times New Roman"><span>                        </span><span><font>Au présent pareil.</font></span><span><font> </font></span></font></p>
<p align="left" style="margin:0 0 0 72pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">Hier j’ai rencontré</font></p>
<p align="left" style="margin:0 0 0 72pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman"></font></p>
<p align="left" style="margin:0 0 0 72pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">Quinze ans plus tard, sur le seuil</font></p>
<p align="left" style="margin:0 0 0 72pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman"></font></p>
<p align="left" style="margin:0 0 0 72pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">Les pas d’antan parlent.</font></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Le bleu.]]></title>
<link>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/2007/10/21/le-bleu/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 15:22:34 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elsekampf</dc:creator>
<guid>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/2007/10/21/le-bleu/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[  Sauvage, sauf âge, ce bleu des yeux, ces bleus ,morts à la fleur de l&#8217;âge, un jour à De]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/files/2007/10/bleu-sauvage.jpg" title="bleu-sauvage.jpg"><img src="http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/files/2007/10/bleu-sauvage.thumbnail.jpg" alt="bleu-sauvage.jpg" /></a>  Sauvage, sauf âge, ce bleu des yeux, ces bleus ,morts à la fleur de l'âge, un jour à Deïr El Qamar, par une nuit sans lune, en 1983!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Le bleu sauvage.]]></title>
<link>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/2007/10/14/le-bleu-sauvage/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 16:29:37 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elsekampf</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Le bleu sauvage   
Dans les branches, ils couraient
Epouvantés, des toiles collaient à leur vis]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><em><span style="font-size:18pt;color:#993366;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Le bleu sauvage</span></em></strong><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Dans les branches, ils couraient</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Epouvantés, des toiles collaient à leur visage.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Ils fonçaient dans les troncs, les branches pleuvaient,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Regardaient derrière eux, roulaient des yeux d’orage.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Dans les forêts d’ombres chassaient</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Des meutes d’hommes aux abois, s’enfonçaient.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Dans les branches, ils couraient</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Epouvantés, des toiles collaient à leur visage.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Entre les bois, où traîne le jour en cage</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Courent, les meutes reniflent, louvoient</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Les petits livides trébuchent de peur, sans voix</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Soudain une machette tranche l’air froid.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Sous le vert des branches, le rouge serpentait</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Une petite tête regardait le dernier bleu sauvage</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Dans le blanc nuage des yeux la mort se lisait.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Liban, as-tu gardé la mémoire de ces doux visages ?</span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[La vitrine de l’orient.]]></title>
<link>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/2007/09/30/la-vitrine-de-l%e2%80%99orient/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 16:44:32 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elsekampf</dc:creator>
<guid>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/2007/09/30/la-vitrine-de-l%e2%80%99orient/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Il n’avance vers nulle part.
Il consomme.Il consume.
Trop d’artifices.Trop d’apprêts.
La vitr]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Il n’avance vers nulle part.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Il consomme.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Il consume.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Trop d’artifices.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Trop d’apprêts.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">La vitrine de l’orient.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Tout est façade.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Le Liban.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Ce pays enchevêtré</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">est un buisson d’émotions,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Friables </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">comme l’amour,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Les façades,</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">l’histoire meringuée.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Un système approximatif.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Un peuple approximatif,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Métissé de Baal et d’Astarté ;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">D’idées et de croyances.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Les bras de pierre </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">du Christ Roi</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Restent ouverts</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"><span> </span>au large</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Sur le vide.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Œuvre blanche</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"><span> </span>de notre esprit.</span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Khtote Tamas!]]></title>
<link>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/2007/09/23/khtote-tamas/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 14:48:22 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elsekampf</dc:creator>
<guid>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/2007/09/23/khtote-tamas/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[ The green ugly line between Beyruth east and west.
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<title><![CDATA[Feu ! La ligne de tir]]></title>
<link>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/2007/09/23/feu-la-ligne-de-tir/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 14:46:02 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elsekampf</dc:creator>
<guid>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/2007/09/23/feu-la-ligne-de-tir/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Feu ! La ligne de tir  
 Arbres déracinés 
Chaussée défoncée 
Taches de sang rouillées ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><em><span style="font-size:18pt;color:#993366;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Feu ! La ligne de tir</span></em></strong><span style="font-size:18pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Arbres déracinés</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Chaussée défoncée</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Taches de sang rouillées</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Façades rires carbonisés.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Au loin des rafales crépitent</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Feu ! La ligne de tir.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Entre les ruines, nichés</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Des tireurs armés indisciplinés</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Pavanent leur virilité.</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Complexe excité comblé</span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"></span><span style="font-size:16pt;font-family:'Goudy Old Style';">Un treillis fait guerrier.</span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Une invitation.]]></title>
<link>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/2007/09/23/une-invitation/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 14:40:14 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elsekampf</dc:creator>
<guid>http://elsekampf.wordpress.com/2007/09/23/une-invitation/</guid>
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