Certes, aujourdh’hui mes soirées
Ne se passent plus en réunions
J’aime mieux rester dans le silence de mon bureau
Même si sans doute je me sens un peu coupable
De ne passer mon temps qu’à cultiver des états d’âme
Vaguement à l’écoute des rares bruits de la nuit
D’une corne de brume par exemple
Lorsqu’un bateau quitte l’estuaire
Et le refrain de son moteur lent
Saluant de sourdes vibrations
Les fondations de la maison
Semble ausculter les profondeurs nocturnes…..
J’habite ici, Jean-Claude Pinson
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
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