Barcelone
\nDes pav\u00e9s, du soleil, des visages
\nUn \u00e9t\u00e9 plein d’images
\nEt de fleurs
\nBarcelone<\/p>\n
Dans le port un bateau qui s’amarre
\nLe bourdon des guitares
\nEt mon coeur
\nJ’ai revu
\nCette rue sous le ciel de septembre
\nJ’ai revu
\nLa fen\u00eatre grill\u00e9e de sa chambre
\nJours trop courts
\nLe vent chaud caressait nos visages
\nEt l’amour
\nNous jetait des \u00e9toiles au passage
\nBarcelone<\/p>\n
Souvenir de nos nuits haletantes
\nD’un \u00e9t\u00e9 qui me hante
\nBarcelone<\/p>\n
Ce matin
\nJe reviens dans la rue douce et triste
\nLe chemin
\nM’a men\u00e9 jusqu’au banc de jadis
\nEt soudain
\nTe voil\u00e0 c’est bien toi rien n’existe
\nD\u00e8s demain
\nTous les deux nous irons vers la vie
\nBarcelone<\/p>\n
Sur le port, dans le vent qui se l\u00e8ve
\nJe vois vivre mon r\u00eave
\nBarcelone<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[],"poems-book":[],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[723],"class_list":["post-15885","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","poete-boris-vian"],"yoast_head":"\n