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Extrait de Itinéraires <\/span>– Le Pinceau et la plume – © 2016<\/em>
écrit d’Après les oeuvres du Peintre Roland BOUSQUET<\/span>
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Hier, je me suis assis et me suis perdu, consentant…<\/p>\n

Le monde n’avait plus rien de cruel, mes frères dansaient.<\/p>\n

Voyageur immobile, j’écoutais la ferveur de leurs chants<\/p>\n

et rêvais de franchir les fenêtres, devant moi, qui s’ouvraient.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Ombre et couleur, lumière, merveilleux échafaudages,<\/p>\n

au-delà du paraître, revenir où mes rêves furent déchus,<\/p>\n

retrouver l’innocence perdue, l’inconscient courage,<\/p>\n

avant que je ne devienne un homme soumis et fourbu.<\/p>\n

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Hier, je me suis assis et me suis perdu, consentant…<\/p>\n

J’écoutais la chanson éternelle et comprenait ta quête.<\/span><\/p>\n

Soudain, je me suis senti léger, libéré, enfin vivant,
sous ton pinceau, ami, ma poésie rêvait de conquêtes.<\/p>\n

 Septembre 2016 – Jean-Claude Di Ruocco<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n


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Extrait de Itinéraires – Le Pinceau et la plume – © 2016écrit d’Après les oeuvres du Peintre Roland BOUSQUET  Hier, je me suis assis et me suis perdu, consentant… Le monde n’avait plus rien de cruel, mes frères dansaient. Voyageur immobile, j’écoutais la ferveur de leurs chants et rêvais de franchir les fenêtres, devant moi, qui s’ouvraient.   Ombre… Lire la suite »Sous ton pinceau<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10291,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"neve_meta_sidebar":"","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"","neve_meta_content_width":0,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-98173","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poemes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98173","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=98173"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98173\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10291"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=98173"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=98173"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanclaude-diruocco.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=98173"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}