L\u2019esprit na\u00eet certains jours plus cassant que du verre
Impr\u00e9gn\u00e9 de douleurs, demeurant solitaire
Les miroirs lui renvoient son image fragile
Il ternit, se sent las, encombrant, inutile<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Venues des profondeurs de ses tristes pens\u00e9s
Des ondes le secouent, pr\u00eates \u00e0 le fissurer
Surgissent alors des vagues de violentes \u00e9motions
Sa surface s\u2019\u00e9toile sous leur forte pression<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tous ces violents remous le torturent, le d\u00e9vorent
Animant en son \u00eatre de t\u00e9n\u00e9breux d\u00e9cors
De vieux tableaux fan\u00e9s, des souvenirs malheureux
Creusent en lui plus profond un gouffre vertigineux<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ces coups sourds l\u2019\u00e9branlent, il est pr\u00eat \u00e0 c\u00e9der
Sa surface s\u2019\u00e9caille. L\u2019esprit est \u00e9puis\u00e9
Ne pouvant plus tenir, il se brise et se fend
Ses \u00e9clats s\u2019\u00e9parpillent, perdus aux quatre vents<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Son enveloppe est intacte, lui n\u2019est plus que d\u00e9bris
L\u2019ombre jaillit des blessures, s\u2019\u00e9coule hors de lui
Emportant ses paillettes dans un flot continu
Dessinant une fresque avec l\u2019esprit fichu<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Certains ont essay\u00e9 d\u2019assembler les morceaux
De lui rendre sa forme, le gu\u00e9rir de ses maux
Mais il est trop fragile et ses \u00e9clats tranchants
Chutent, s\u2019\u00e9crasent au sol, le ruinent chaque instant.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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