Beau temps, mauvais temps,
\n\u00e0 la boulangerie o\u00f9 j\u2019\u00e9cris,
\ndes hommes magnifiques
\ntraversent l\u2019endroit pour un caf\u00e9.
\nAffam\u00e9s, intrigu\u00e9s, maladroits,
\nils sourient, zieutent les viennoiseries
\net commandent leur caf\u00e9,
\nle plus souvent pour emporter.
\nDe silencieuses pens\u00e9es volettent
\n\u00e0 petits coups d\u2019ailes et plongent
\ndans la mousse des doubles latt\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
De loin, mon c\u0153ur de jeune poulette
\ntournaille et sautille telle une girouette.
\nLe vent souffle et j\u2019imagine
\ntous ces beaux hommes projet\u00e9s \u00e0 ma table,
\nleurs yeux noy\u00e9s dans les miens.<\/p>\n
Tout l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9, jusqu\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019automne avanc\u00e9,
\nil y eut cet homme d\u00e9guis\u00e9 en golfeur
\nvenant chaque jour vers dix\u00a0heures.
\nJe le regardais, je le trouvais si beau!
\nSon sourire me parlait.
\nPench\u00e9e sur mon clavier
\ntelle une nonne en pri\u00e8re,
\nj\u2019attrapais ses chaleureux bonjours.
\nJe ressuscitais de nouveaux mots,
\njuste pour, un jour, lui \u00e9crire.<\/p>\n
Passe et passe le temps
\net l\u2019automne s\u2019endort.
\nLes grands vents de l\u2019hiver
\nam\u00e8nent neige et froid
\net ce fameux 14\u00a0f\u00e9vrier.<\/p>\n
Tous les sapins de mon village
\ns\u2019agenouillent sur un tapis blanc.
\nPour s\u00fbr, ils prient pour moi.
\nPour ma t\u00eate enrubann\u00e9e d\u2019espoir.
\nPour mon c\u0153ur assoiff\u00e9 d\u2019amour.<\/p>\n
Je r\u00e9fl\u00e9chis \u00e0 ce que j\u2019\u00e9cris,
\nje l\u00e8ve les yeux et voici que je le revois.
\nL\u2019homme de mes r\u00eaves entre dans le caf\u00e9
\nhabill\u00e9 d\u2019un splendide complet laineux.
\nMon cerveau s\u2019agite, mon c\u0153ur s\u2019enflamme,
\nmes doigts figent sur le clavier.<\/p>\n
Lorsque l\u2019homme qui me regarde me sourit,
\nj\u2019ai envie d\u2019arr\u00eater l\u2019aiguille du temps.
\nCet homme de mon \u00e2ge assagi,
\nme dira-t-il quelques mots?<\/p>\n
Remplies de pattes de mouche,
\nmes pages implorent le printemps,
\nle sec des immenses gazons,
\nle chant joyeux des pinsons.<\/p>\n
Toujours, toujours, mon c\u0153ur esp\u00e8re.
\nJe r\u00eave de succomber \u00e0 la tentation
\ndes petites balles blanches atterries dans ma cour,
\ndes grands latt\u00e9s aval\u00e9s sous l\u2019\u00e9rable argent\u00e9.<\/p>\n
J\u2019imagine sa carrure,
\nsa poitrine accueillante.
\nSes bras si forts, si longs,
\nses jambes muscl\u00e9es,
\nenrob\u00e9es de caramel exotique.
\nSes yeux bleu mauve magnifiques.
\nSes joues, des pommes rouge-rose
\nque j\u2019aimerais tellement croquer!<\/p>\n
Je r\u00eave, je fabule, j\u2019imagine sa t\u00eate
\nremplie de tournesols g\u00e9ants.
\nSa chevelure gris-blanc, boucl\u00e9e,
\nentrem\u00eal\u00e9e \u00e0 mes couettes laqu\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
\u00ab\u00a0Vingt mille lieues sous les mers\u00a0\u00bb
\nJe badine, je rigole.
\nJ\u2019invente un quatorze f\u00e9vrier
\npour tous les \u00eatres esseul\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
CORA
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