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        <title><![CDATA[Escapade]]></title>
        <link>http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-16562200.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p> </p> <blockquote> <blockquote> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><em>Hommage à Gaston Bachelard et ses rêveries ( éveillées) de l'Eau, de l'Espace, de la Terre, de l'Air<br></em><br> <br> <br> Où est passée la douce <em><strong><a href="http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-14809047.html">lumière</a></strong></em> du soir<br>      qui creusait sous les mots<br>            un grand berceau sans tache ?<br> <br> Où se cache le crû<br>      des matins de venin?</span> </blockquote> <blockquote> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">Ce qui dessine en silence</span> </blockquote> <blockquote> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">[...]</br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></span></blockquote></blockquote>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 08:38:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-16562200.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Ombre]]></title>
        <link>http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-ombre-54386584.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p style="padding-left: 150px;"> <br> <br> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: 10pt;"><br> <br> <br> L'<em><strong><a href="http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-13786207.html">Ombre</a></strong></em> venue des flammes vertes</span><br> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: 10pt;">   coulée dans l'épaisseur vivante des arbres</span><br> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: 10pt;">        ruisselait plus noire autrefois<br> et sa noirceur</span><br> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: 10pt;"> sur le pain du jour posée comme une lame</span><br> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: 10pt;">       pourquoi était-elle plus lumineuse<br> que cette ronce sur nos âmes ?</span><br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> </p></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2010 10:14:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-ombre-54386584.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Une souche au fond du jardin]]></title>
        <link>http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-10889521.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p> <span style="color: #000080;"><br></span> </p> <blockquote> <blockquote> <span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: #000080; font-size: 10pt;">Tu croyais promener dans une langue connue</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: #000080; font-size: 10pt;">     </span> <span style="font-family: Verdana; color: #000080; font-size: 10pt;">les petites différences</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br></span><span style= "font-family: Verdana; color: #000080; font-size: 10pt;">   dans l’<em><strong><a href="http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-10889923.html">eau</a></strong></em> brune de l’écorce</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: #000080; font-size: 10pt;">       te disaient l’aventure de l’hiver en été</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: #000080; font-size: 10pt;">pas peur du sang dans l'herbe</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br> <br></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana; color: #000080; font-size: 10pt;">                elle</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: #000080; font-size: 10pt;">   t'empêche</span><span style= "font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br> <br></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana; color: #000080; font-size: 10pt;">violence déroulée aux terres où tu vis</span><span style= "font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: #000080; font-size: 10pt;">tirant sur tes ficelles un jour non un[...]</br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></blockquote></blockquote></br></span>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 07:02:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-10889521.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Le pays de la présence légère]]></title>
        <link>http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-12801212.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p> </p> <blockquote> <blockquote> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br> <br> <br></span> <span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;">Tu</span></span> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">sais, je l'ai trouvé</span> <span style="font-size: 10pt;"><em><strong><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a onclick= "window.open(this.href,'','resizable=yes,location=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,status=yes,toolbar=yes,fullscreen=no,dependent=no,width=300,height=30,status'); return false" href= "http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-10890424.html">le lieu</a></span></strong></em></span> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">où me poser</span><span style= "font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br></span><span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">il se tait il t'écoute n'attend rien de précis</span><span style= "font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br></span><span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">rien ne vient quereller ses courbes tranquilles et pleines</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br> <br></span> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">J’ai aimé ces endroits où la lumière claque et vient se bouturer au fond de la prunelle</span><span style= "font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br></span><span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">mais tu vois c’est ici que mes pieds s’enracinent</span>[...]</br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></blockquote></blockquote>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 08:15:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-12801212.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Fermeture des commentaires]]></title>
        <link>http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-fermeture-des-commentaires-51455005.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p style="padding-left: 30px; text-align: justify;"> </p> <p style="padding-right: 60px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 30px;"> <br> <span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;"><span style="color: #000080;"><br> <br> <br> Depuis des années, l'envie me taraude de fermer l'option commentaires sous mes articles.<br> Pour la simple raison que ce temps passé dans la dimension " échange-au-sujet-de-l'article " est un gouffre qui peu à peu a rongé mon propre temps d'écriture et de création.<br> Nous nous sommes[...]</br></br></br></br></br></span></span></span></br></p>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 10:23:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-fermeture-des-commentaires-51455005.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Rien]]></title>
        <link>http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-rien-50865609.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p style="padding-left: 210px;"> <span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;"><span style="color: #000080;"><br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> Tu dors et le jour se lève<br> tu oeuvres et le jour se lève<br> tu parles et le jour se lève<br> tu vois bien que tu n'es rien!</span></span></span><br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> </p></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 00:08:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-rien-50865609.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Les hier bleus de l'ombre]]></title>
        <link>http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-14809047.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<blockquote> <blockquote> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br> <br> Il n’y eut qu’une fois<br> étrange et belle<br> <br> <em><strong>L</strong><strong><a href="http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-11228930.html">umière</a></strong></em> de septembre<br> aucune déchirure n'en menaçait la brise tiède<br> <br> Je me suis endormie<br> dans le tintement lumineux des vagues<br> et je fus tour à tour le bateau et l’oiseau<br></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><em><strong><a href= "http://www.vlamarlere.com/categorie-10063337.html">s’accomplissant</a></strong></em></span> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">au loin dans leurs ailes mêlées<br> <br> Comment poursuivre un rêve dans[...]</br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></span></blockquote></blockquote>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 00:32:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-14809047.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[L'heure de personne]]></title>
        <link>http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-10916105.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p> </p> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br> <br> <object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.over-blog.com/_dewplayer.swf?son=http://s3.archive-host.com/membres/playlist/1543578952/heuredepersonne.mp3" width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="_dewplayer.swf?son=http://s3.archive-host.com/membres/playlist/1543578952/heuredepersonne.mp3" /></object></span> </div> <blockquote> <blockquote> <span style="color: #000080; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br>                  <br> <br> <br>                        C'était l’heure<br>                       de <em><strong><a href= "http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-10890818.html">personne</a></strong></em><br>   la bise était de biais<br>               <em><strong><a href="http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-10916753.html">les ombres à godets</a></strong></em> se terraient sous les angles<br> <br>               <br>    [...]</br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></blockquote></blockquote></br></br></span>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 02:59:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-10916105.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Le jour, ni bien, ni mal.]]></title>
        <link>http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-le-jour-ni-bien-ni-mal-48651044.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: right;"> <div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 210px;"> <span style="color: #0000ff;"><em><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <span style="font-size: 8pt;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.over-blog.com/_dewplayer.swf?son=http://s3.archive-host.com/membres/playlist/1543578952/le_jour_ni_bien_ni_mal.mp3" width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="_dewplayer.swf?son=http://s3.archive-host.com/membres/playlist/1543578952/le_jour_ni_bien_ni_mal.mp3" /></object><br></span><br> <br> <br> Au loin</span><br>   <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;">le jour</span><br>    <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;">ni bien ni mal</span><br> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br> Et toi</span><br>       <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;">passante que tordait la torche sans répit</span><br>  <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;">de ces mains qui prétendent</span><br> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;">tu hantais chaque puits fendu vers l'infini</span><br>         <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;">la fleur ou la[...]</br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></span></em></span></div></div>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 09:46:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-le-jour-ni-bien-ni-mal-48651044.html</guid>
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        <title><![CDATA[Paquerettes]]></title>
        <link>http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-33556197.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[<p> <br> <br> </p> <div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;"></div> <div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;"> <span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #000080;">Il fait beau<br>    les pâquerettes m'ont ouvert la poitrine</span></span><br> <span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #000080;">et je vais</span></span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;"> <span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #000080;"> </span></span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;"> <span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #000080;"> </span><span style="color: #000080;">contemplant mes semailles</span></span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;"> <span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #000080;">quand </span></span><br> <span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #000080;">pétales de peinture jaunie où se mêlent l'ardeur du vivre</span></span></span> <span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;"><br>   <span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #000080;">et le désespoir de n'être qu'un vert-nie</span></span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;"> <span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #000080;">         je vois l</span></span><span style= "font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #000080;">a boite aux lettres qui s'écaille</span></span><br> <span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #000080;"><br> Enveloppes débordant<br>  [...]</br></br></br></br></br></br></br></span></span></span></div></br></br>]]></description>
        <pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 07:26:00 +0200</pubDate>        <guid >http://www.vlamarlere.com/article-33556197.html</guid>
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