Moi

Moi, je m’assoi

Seule

La lumière s’étend

Lentement

La voix trouve un coin pour se cacher

Trouvé

Des questions me troublent

Ami

Sont des réponses

Ami de la voix

Le noir dure

Lait de la lumière

Le silence

Dure

Pesant

Silencieux

Des réponses introuvables

Intimes

Un moment

Perdu


Non

Ce n’est pas vrai

Je le croit

Croyais


Vrai

Faux

Réel …non

Seul

Le miroir

L’espoir

Le noir…


Written on 03 June 2002

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