chaussures vertes<br />
sur la caillasse --<br />
démarche incertaine<br />
<br />
du bas-côté<br />
les hanches larges<br />
une femme parmi les fleurs<br />
<br />
doucement<br />
le ruisseau pâle<br />
coule sous les arbres<br />
<br />
juste un effluve<br />
accostant mes narines<br />
parfum de femme<br />
<br />
les chaussures vertes<br />
marchent, rient<br />
et ne tombent pas.<br />
<br />
Maya
Cesar et son Bazar
L'aventure nous appelle à l'aurore de chaque matin.
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