Elfes \u00e9vanescentes, princesses des temps anciens,
Silhouettes entraper\u00e7ues dans un mouvement subtile;
Demoiselles passantes sous des regards f\u00e9briles
Qui firent battre mon c\u0153ur d’un \u00e9lan souverain<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aujourd’hui n’\u00eates plus que souvenirs perdus.
Spectres d’ombre, fum\u00e9es et brumes vaporeuses
Aval\u00e9es par le Temps et sa course furieuse,
De nos histoires ne restent que mon amour d\u00e9chu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Le Monstre jamais repu sur moi n’a pas de prise
Hormis de m’infliger d’innombrables blessures.
Il torture mon \u00e2me, la malm\u00e8ne, la fissure
Maintenant sa pressions jusqu’\u00e0 ce qu’elle se brise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sur bien des \u00e9ons, il en jette les fragments,
Me pla\u00e7ant en t\u00e9moin d’une fuite inexorable:
celle de son app\u00e9tit, f\u00e9roce et redoutable
Qui conduit toute vie vers ses derniers instants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dans mes veines, il r\u00e9pand son funeste poison,
Envahit mon esprit de son sinistre glas,
Fiche dans mon pauvre c\u0153ur de la peine chaque \u00e9clat
Que ravivent les flots d’anciennes \u00e9motions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pleure mon \u00e2me de tant de passions oubli\u00e9es,
Coulent les larmes huileuses, regrets, incertitudes;
Tout mon \u00eatre s’\u00e9tiole, p\u00e9trit de solitude,
N’\u00e9tant jamais per\u00e7u qu’en triste passager.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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