{"id":541,"date":"2013-10-15T09:04:00","date_gmt":"2013-10-15T07:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/?p=541"},"modified":"2024-09-02T09:05:45","modified_gmt":"2024-09-02T07:05:45","slug":"desolation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/2013\/10\/15\/desolation\/","title":{"rendered":"D\u00e9solation"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dans les salles d\u00e9sertes et poussi\u00e9reuses<br>Dans les miroirs p\u00e2les et glac\u00e9s<br>Dans les fauteuils vides et fatigu\u00e9s<br>Dans cette ombre fig\u00e9e \u00e0 la couleur cendreuse<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sur ces horloges lentes, presque immobiles<br>Sous ce ciel gris\u00e2tre et d\u00e9tremp\u00e9<br>Sur cette plaine triste et d\u00e9sol\u00e9e<br>Dans ce vide insondable et st\u00e9rile<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sur ces bougeoirs \u00e9teints, \u00e0 la cire coul\u00e9e<br>Devant cet \u00e2tre froid o\u00f9 le feu s&rsquo;est \u00e9teint<br>Dans les accords grin\u00e7ants de ce lieu en d\u00e9clin<br>Sur ces vitres alourdies par l&rsquo;atmosph\u00e8re gel\u00e9e<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dans ce cristal voil\u00e9 qui cesse de r\u00e9fl\u00e9chir<br>Au fond de ce grenier aux souvenirs pass\u00e9s<br>Dans cette carcasse vide aux chairs d\u00e9chiquet\u00e9es<br>Sur cette lande humide o\u00f9 tout vient \u00e0 pourrir<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dans cet antre perdu, oubli\u00e9 par les ans<br>O\u00f9 moisissent les vestiges de ce qui pourrait \u00eatre<br>Au c\u0153ur de cet enfer o\u00f9 d\u00e9sespoir vient na\u00eetre<br>O\u00f9 r\u00e9sonne en silence le hurlement du temps<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sur cet odieux portait au mod\u00e8le prisonnier<br>O\u00f9 toute vie s&rsquo;efface en une teinte cireuse<br>O\u00f9 son regard mort contemple une mer brumeuse<br>Qui reste sans mouvement pour l&rsquo;\u00e9ternit\u00e9<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dans ce manoir sinistre o\u00f9 flotte la souffrance<br>Entre les lattes disjointes d&rsquo;un parquet \u00e9ventr\u00e9<br>De cette terre monte une plainte murmur\u00e9e<br>Qui tient en un seul mot, et ce mot est: absence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dans les salles d\u00e9sertes et poussi\u00e9reusesDans les miroirs p\u00e2les et glac\u00e9sDans les fauteuils vides et fatigu\u00e9sDans cette ombre fig\u00e9e \u00e0 la couleur cendreuse Sur ces horloges lentes, presque immobilesSous ce ciel gris\u00e2tre et d\u00e9tremp\u00e9Sur cette plaine triste et d\u00e9sol\u00e9eDans ce vide insondable et st\u00e9rile Sur ces bougeoirs \u00e9teints, \u00e0 la cire coul\u00e9eDevant cet \u00e2tre froid [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-541","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-eclats-dame"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/541","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=541"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/541\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":542,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/541\/revisions\/542"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=541"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=541"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=541"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}