tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79056576755862895992011-04-21T19:13:51.168-07:00Mes créations poétiques personnelles.Rimes sur les thèmes de la vie, des plus rose au plus noir Bonne Visite et Merci.Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905657675586289599.post-42029048311279913632007-01-29T08:01:00.000-08:002007-01-29T08:11:24.298-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb4caIUa8dI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ssJN6RizhTg/s1600-h/l%27avion+de+la+jeunesse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025485469427364306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb4caIUa8dI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ssJN6RizhTg/s320/l%27avion+de+la+jeunesse.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Il y a un temps pour tout.</span></em></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Pour les joujoux,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Pour les bisous</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Et même pour les vieux fous.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Il y a le temps...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Qui passe trop lentement,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Qui passe trop rapidement</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Et qui parfois nous lasse...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Mais quand il nous dépasse,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Nous voudrions qu'il repasse.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905657675586289599-4202904831127991363?l=sofypoesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905657675586289599.post-17791568005975198492007-01-29T07:50:00.000-08:002007-01-29T07:58:00.288-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb4ZN4Ua8cI/AAAAAAAAACo/xoY8Yvr5CNI/s1600-h/un+peu....jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025481960439083458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb4ZN4Ua8cI/AAAAAAAAACo/xoY8Yvr5CNI/s320/un+peu....jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Un peu de tes larmes</span></em></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Pour que je me désarme.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Un peu de ton corps</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Pour que j'en redemande encore.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Un peu de ton coeur</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Et je veux le meilleur.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Un peu de ton temps</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Que je te montre comment...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">... Obtenir un bout de moi,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Le garder près de toi.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905657675586289599-1779156800597519849?l=sofypoesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905657675586289599.post-38323977326942678632007-01-29T07:38:00.000-08:002007-01-29T07:49:45.824-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb4XK4Ua8bI/AAAAAAAAACc/WgpQtKCmRZ0/s1600-h/la%2520terre%2520nuit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025479709876220338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb4XK4Ua8bI/AAAAAAAAACc/WgpQtKCmRZ0/s320/la%2520terre%2520nuit.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">La nuit tombe,</span></em></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Je succombe</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">A cette colombe</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Qui, une nouvelle fois incombe.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">La lumière de la lune</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">M'emmène vers des dunes.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Elles représentent mes rêves diurnes</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Comme les nocturnes.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Quand la nuit s'avance,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Elle justifie mon absence.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Je peux me terrer dans mon silence</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Sans subir de remontrance.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">La nuit est pour moi, la seule routine</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Qui ne se fait pas assassine.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Elle serait plus ma meilleure copine,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Parfois même coquine...</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905657675586289599-3832397732694267863?l=sofypoesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905657675586289599.post-5655221112577931022007-01-29T06:08:00.000-08:002007-01-29T07:31:19.728-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb4FkIUa8aI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rCOtjWi8NeE/s1600-h/ta+reine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025460352458617250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb4FkIUa8aI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rCOtjWi8NeE/s320/ta+reine.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Au pays de tes rêves</span></em></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Où tu es la fève,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Où je serais ta reine</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Sans que je m'en donne la peine.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Tu viens vers moi</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Tout comme un roi</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Vient poser sur la tête de sa dulcinée sa couronne</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Pour obéir à ses sentiments qui le lui ordonnent.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Un genou à terre,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Les yeux remplis de vert,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Tu me demandes de t'accorder cette danse,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Si j'accepte, c'est là que commencera notre romance.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905657675586289599-565522111257793102?l=sofypoesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905657675586289599.post-61683416541215121162007-01-29T06:00:00.000-08:002007-01-29T07:32:02.363-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb3_XoUa8ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/BEt-EHBUWV4/s1600-h/15031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025453540640485778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb3_XoUa8ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/BEt-EHBUWV4/s320/15031.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Pourquoi il y a des jours où l'ont voit la vie en rose</span></em></strong> <div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Et pourquoi voit-on leur lendemain couleur morose ?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Il y a cette petite fille qui hésite mais qui ose,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Son courage est tel qu'il mérite un champ de rose.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Elle sort regarder son père,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Il s'en va pour une autre : la guerre.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Elle se retourne, voit son petit frère,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Elle devra endosser le rôle de mère !</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Quelques part dans un coin, cette enfant devenue femme.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Une parmi ces milles qui proclament</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Que leur religion est l'Islam.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Si dieu avait été son père, aujourd'hui, elle ne serait pas au bord de la lame...</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905657675586289599-6168341654121512116?l=sofypoesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905657675586289599.post-28530615657732762732007-01-29T05:49:00.000-08:002007-01-29T07:32:54.487-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb38boUa8XI/AAAAAAAAABo/p9ElCyD5U9g/s1600-h/Capt-1324104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025450310825079154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb38boUa8XI/AAAAAAAAABo/p9ElCyD5U9g/s320/Capt-1324104.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Il y a cet homme,</span></em></strong> <div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Tel une gomme</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Effaçant ceux</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Qui ne me semble guerre mieux.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Il y a mon coeur,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Tel une grenade dégoupillée</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Attendant l'heure</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Où elle sera jetée.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Il y a nous,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Perdus je ne sais où...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Peut-être dans un coin</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Où nous ne ferions plus qu'un ?...</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905657675586289599-2853061565773276273?l=sofypoesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905657675586289599.post-81496907552900921702007-01-29T05:42:00.000-08:002007-01-29T07:33:31.183-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb365oUa8VI/AAAAAAAAABU/xY-qCvkdga4/s1600-h/Capt-1259195.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025448627197899090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb365oUa8VI/AAAAAAAAABU/xY-qCvkdga4/s320/Capt-1259195.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Si tu veux m'écrire...</em></strong></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Il faudra apprendre à me lire.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Si tu veux me dessiner...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Il faudra d'abord me deviner.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Si tu veux me photographier...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Il faudra d'abord me capturer.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Si tu veux me peindre...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Il faudra d'abord m'éteindre.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Si tu veux me réinventer...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Il faurdra changer d'idée !</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905657675586289599-8149690755290092170?l=sofypoesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905657675586289599.post-51544178550955291672007-01-29T05:32:00.000-08:002007-01-29T07:34:02.977-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb35ZYUa8UI/AAAAAAAAABI/Szxh6dMfm0Y/s1600-h/notre+livre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025446973635490114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb35ZYUa8UI/AAAAAAAAABI/Szxh6dMfm0Y/s320/notre+livre.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Je prends les feuilles de ta peau</span></em></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Pour en faire un livre en braille.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Je prends ma plume,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">La trempe dans ton sang</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Pour écrire les lignes de mes veines.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Je prends tes yeux </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Pour lire ce livre,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Te donne mon coeur </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Pour que tu le vives.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905657675586289599-5154417855095529167?l=sofypoesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905657675586289599.post-8071168592032300042007-01-28T12:30:00.000-08:002007-01-29T07:34:45.358-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb0OFYUa8TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kwmdOTIMW14/s1600-h/poup%C3%A9e+de+cire.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025188244805579058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb0OFYUa8TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kwmdOTIMW14/s320/poup%C3%A9e+de+cire.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Je suis une poupée de cire</em></strong></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Dont tu as assez et que tu vires.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Je pleurs des larmes d'acides</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Pour que ma douleur se vide.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Elles font fondre mon visage</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Comme ces pages</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Dont tu serres pour allumer la cheminée</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Les jours d'hiver gelés.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Tu ne veux plus jouer</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>A me déshabiller</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>A me rhabiller,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Tu ne veux plus me câliner.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Tu m'as jeter</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Dans la malle à vieux jouets</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Plantée dans un coin du grenier</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Parmi toutes ces choses que tu as décidé de renier.</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905657675586289599-807116859203230004?l=sofypoesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905657675586289599.post-62764709997423525132007-01-28T12:14:00.000-08:002007-01-29T07:36:42.811-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb0GoIUa8SI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TGuyMe7uUiU/s1600-h/rennes_le_chateau_torre_magdala4.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025180045713010978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb0GoIUa8SI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TGuyMe7uUiU/s320/rennes_le_chateau_torre_magdala4.gif" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Je me suis construit un château.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>A l'intérieur des pièces avec ton écho.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Sur les murs tes photos dans des tableaux.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Dans ma chambre, un lit fait de tes idéaux,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Une bibliothèque dont les livres sont fait de tes mots,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Sur ma table de nuit, notre vie dans un album photo,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong><em>Dans mes draps, ton corps qui me tient chaud...</em></strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905657675586289599-6276470999742352513?l=sofypoesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905657675586289599.post-9939027501789056982007-01-28T11:49:00.000-08:002007-01-29T07:36:59.198-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb0BwIUa8RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/br2joUuNuwg/s1600-h/Capt-1332182.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025174685593825554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHAwU2wxFG8/Rb0BwIUa8RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/br2joUuNuwg/s320/Capt-1332182.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>De tous nos amis,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>Nous sommes les pires.</em></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>On se pourrit la vie </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>Avec tant de désir.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>Derrière nos querelles</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>Se cache une attirance charnelle,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>Une chaleur corporelle</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>Qui se languit que l'autre la révèle.</em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>Je suis l'ode </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>De tes pulsions les plus chauds.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>Tu es le dominateur </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>De mes excès de clameur.</em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>Rendez-vous cette nuit</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><em>Dans les draps de mon lit...</em></span></div></div><a title="Ce blog a été selectionné par Côtéblog" href="http://www.coteblog.com/blog/la-poesie-de-sofy_5120.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.coteblog.com/_logo/logo_coteblog.php?blog=5120" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905657675586289599-993902750178905698?l=sofypoesie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sofyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11806438836229656230noreply@blogger.com0