Tout est affaire de d\u00e9cor
\nChanger de lit changer de corps
\n\u00c0 quoi bon puisque c\u2019est encore
\nMoi qui moi-m\u00eame me trahis
\nMoi qui me tra\u00eene et m\u2019\u00e9parpille
\nEt mon ombre se d\u00e9shabille
\nDans les bras semblables des filles
\nO\u00f9 j\u2019ai cru trouver un pays.<\/p>\n
C\u0153ur l\u00e9ger c\u0153ur changeant c\u0153ur lourd
\nLe temps de r\u00eaver est bien court
\nQue faut-il faire de mes nuits
\nQue faut-il faire de mes jours
\nJe n\u2019avais amour ni demeure
\nNulle part o\u00f9 je vive ou meure
\nJe passais comme la rumeur
\nJe m\u2019endormais comme le bruit.<\/p>\n
C\u2019\u00e9tait un temps d\u00e9raisonnable
\nOn avait mis les morts \u00e0 table
\nOn faisait des ch\u00e2teaux de sable
\nOn prenait les loups pour des chiens
\nTout changeait de p\u00f4le et d\u2019\u00e9paule
\nLa pi\u00e8ce \u00e9tait-elle ou non dr\u00f4le
\nMoi si j\u2019y tenais mal mon r\u00f4le
\nC\u2019\u00e9tait de n\u2019y comprendre rien<\/p>\n
Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent
\nEt leurs baisers au loin les suivent
\nDans le quartier Hohenzollern
\nEntre La Sarre et les casernes
\nComme les fleurs de la luzerne
\nFleurissaient les seins de Lola
\nElle avait un c\u0153ur d\u2019hirondelle
\nSur le canap\u00e9 du bordel
\nJe venais m\u2019allonger pr\u00e8s d\u2019elle
\nDans les hoquets du pianola.<\/p>\n
Le ciel \u00e9tait gris de nuages
\nIl y volait des oies sauvages
\nQui criaient la mort au passage
\nAu-dessus des maisons des quais
\nJe les voyais par la fen\u00eatre
\nLeur chant triste entrait dans mon \u00eatre
\nEt je croyais y reconna\u00eetre
\nDu Rainer Maria Rilke.<\/p>\n
Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent
\nEt leurs baisers au loin les suivent.
\nElle \u00e9tait brune elle \u00e9tait blanche
\nSes cheveux tombaient sur ses hanches
\nEt la semaine et le dimanche
\nElle ouvrait \u00e0 tous ses bras nus
\nElle avait des yeux de fa\u00cfence
\nElle travaillait avec vaillance
\nPour un artilleur de Mayence
\nQui n\u2019en est jamais revenu.<\/p>\n
Il est d\u2019autres soldats en ville
\nEt la nuit montent les civils
\nRemets du rimmel \u00e0 tes cils
\nLola qui t\u2019en iras bient\u00f4t
\nEncore un verre de liqueur
\nCe fut en avril \u00e0 cinq heures
\nAu petit jour que dans ton c\u0153ur
\nUn dragon plongea son couteau
\nEst-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent
\nEt leurs baisers au loin les suivent<\/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":[931],"poems-book":[859],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[281],"class_list":["post-16382","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-931","poems-book-le-roman-inacheve","poete-louis-aragon"],"yoast_head":"\n