<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024</id><updated>2012-01-26T15:17:45.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandre Bénard</title><subtitle type='html'>Poèmes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-358401826645550392</id><published>2008-11-20T01:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:04:53.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le noir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Le noir dans le monde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Le noir dans la mort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Le noir dans ma vie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Le noir dans ma tête&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sombres pensées&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dans ma tête bousculé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sombre période&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dans la vie peu commode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Noirceur de l'automne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nuit de ténèbre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Couleurs monotones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Le noir m'est célèbre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tristesse noire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sombre miroir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Teint de cendre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Froideur tendre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Terreur de feu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sourire malheureux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ciel boueux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vêtements désastreux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lumière noire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;La mort dans le tiroir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Être éventré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Existence sinistrée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Le noir dans la tête&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Le noir dans la vie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Le noir dans ma mort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Le noir dans mon monde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-358401826645550392?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/358401826645550392/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=358401826645550392' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/358401826645550392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/358401826645550392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2008/11/le-noir.html' title='Le noir'/><author><name>A. 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	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Une femme dans le passé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aucune dans le présent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Et une dans le futur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles existent toutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles sont toutes dans ma tête &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;En fait trois femmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Une qui existait, une imaginaire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Une autre tout aussi réel que imaginaire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles existent toutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles sont toutes dans ma tête.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;La passée, pleine de regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;La présente, uniquement de l'espoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;La future, uniquement imaginaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles existent toutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles sont toutes dans ma tête.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Celle du passé, est éteinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Celle du présent est présente et effacée à la fois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Celle du futur existe mais je ne sais où.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles existent toutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles sont toutes dans ma tête&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hier j'aimais la passée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aujourd'hui, j'aime la présente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Demain j'aimerai la future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles existent toutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles sont toutes dans ma tête&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aujourd'hui, je hais antérieure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Demain, je haïrai celle du maintenant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Un jour, j'aimerai celle du destin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles existent toutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elles sont toutes dans ma tête&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-1115488147324546599?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1115488147324546599/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=1115488147324546599' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/1115488147324546599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/1115488147324546599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2008/11/les-femmes-du-temps.html' title='Les femmes du temps'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-7825659878425641308</id><published>2008-06-01T13:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:38:34.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle urbaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dans le zoo de la ville&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les animaux humains défilent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans la jungle urbaine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les spécimens se promènent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tel des fourmis organisées&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les créatures se déchaînent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À accomplir leurs règnes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur cette terre délissée&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Parmi ces création d'un Dieu médiocre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ils ressemblent plus à de monstrueux&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et déplorables orques&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui ne seront jamais heureux&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Déplorable ère nouvelle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ils chassent en rut&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans ces sombres rues&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leurs malheureuses belles&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Quand Dieu décidera leur fin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce temps barbare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour qu'il ait paix sur terre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pour que justice soit fait enfin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-7825659878425641308?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7825659878425641308/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=7825659878425641308' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/7825659878425641308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/7825659878425641308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/jungle-urbaine.html' title='Jungle urbaine'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-504849074032199017</id><published>2007-12-03T18:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:54:39.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amour infernal</title><content type='html'>Mon cœur est souffrance&lt;br /&gt;Et ma tête en démence&lt;br /&gt;L'amour en attente&lt;br /&gt;Je déboule la pente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En bas d'infâmes démons&lt;br /&gt;Me donnent leurs sermons&lt;br /&gt;C'est d'un amour démesuré&lt;br /&gt;Que mon corps devient purée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment arrêter ses flots&lt;br /&gt;Se disent les anges noirs&lt;br /&gt;Remontons-le en haut&lt;br /&gt;Il empeste l'espoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par la poussé du feu infernal&lt;br /&gt;J'atteins le sommet paradisiaque&lt;br /&gt;De cet infini endroit final&lt;br /&gt;Je l'observai d'un œil maniaque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incapable de voir mon malheur&lt;br /&gt;Le Dieu céleste fit pris d'une peur&lt;br /&gt;La vie sur la terre je du souffrir&lt;br /&gt;Avec ma douce qui ne cesse de fuir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-504849074032199017?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/504849074032199017/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=504849074032199017' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/504849074032199017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/504849074032199017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/12/amour-infernal.html' title='Amour infernal'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-9214442248191213242</id><published>2007-11-04T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:18:25.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Les disciples</title><content type='html'>Dans une cité étrange&lt;br /&gt;J’ai rencontré&lt;br /&gt;De curieux personnages&lt;br /&gt;Aux allures colorés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tous semblaient adorer&lt;br /&gt;Leur ciel autant bigarré&lt;br /&gt;Que leurs jolis&lt;br /&gt;Et extravagants habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ils le vénéraient&lt;br /&gt;De façon abstraite&lt;br /&gt;Et leurs têtes&lt;br /&gt;Ils les perdaient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leurs esprits s’égaraient&lt;br /&gt;Et leurs âmes se perdaient&lt;br /&gt;J’ai donc continué mon chemin&lt;br /&gt;Pour ne pas précipiter ma fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une chose est sûre pour moi&lt;br /&gt;Leur vénération&lt;br /&gt;Les entraîneraÀ leur extinction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-9214442248191213242?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/9214442248191213242/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=9214442248191213242' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/9214442248191213242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/9214442248191213242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/les-disciples.html' title='Les disciples'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-7634693318797086700</id><published>2007-11-04T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:17:44.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le temps gelé</title><content type='html'>J’étais sur une planète&lt;br /&gt;Où on ne faisait pas la fête&lt;br /&gt;J’étais dans un monde&lt;br /&gt;Où il n’y avait point de seconde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tout me paraissait&lt;br /&gt;Des plus insensés&lt;br /&gt;Tout me semblait&lt;br /&gt;Totalement chambardé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le temps n’était plus&lt;br /&gt;Il s’était perdu&lt;br /&gt;Dans un endroit&lt;br /&gt;Sûrement très froid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il s’était arrêté&lt;br /&gt;Pour nous contempler&lt;br /&gt;Il s’était gelé&lt;br /&gt;Pour tout cesser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfin nous aurons&lt;br /&gt;La chance de l’approcher&lt;br /&gt;D’être dans ses environsPour alors l’apprivoiser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-7634693318797086700?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7634693318797086700/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=7634693318797086700' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/7634693318797086700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/7634693318797086700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/le-temps-gel.html' title='Le temps gelé'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-5839575358147251625</id><published>2007-11-04T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:17:08.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le prisonier de la lue</title><content type='html'>Je regardais la lune dans le ciel&lt;br /&gt;Me disant quelle merveille&lt;br /&gt;Mais comment pouvait-elle&lt;br /&gt;Me mettre dans un état pareil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne comprenais pas&lt;br /&gt;Comment je pouvais&lt;br /&gt;En faire tout un cas&lt;br /&gt;Elle m’ensorcelait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle m’immobilisait&lt;br /&gt;Cet être illuminé&lt;br /&gt;Emprisonnait&lt;br /&gt;Toutes mes pensées&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’étais mort d’effroi&lt;br /&gt;De ne pouvoir bouger&lt;br /&gt;Dans cet air glacé J’en suis mort de froid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-5839575358147251625?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/5839575358147251625/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=5839575358147251625' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/5839575358147251625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/5839575358147251625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/le-prisonier-de-la-lue.html' title='Le prisonier de la lue'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-2907732647179437716</id><published>2007-11-04T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:16:29.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le clochard</title><content type='html'>Dans la rue enneigé&lt;br /&gt;J’ai rencontré&lt;br /&gt;Un clochard&lt;br /&gt;D’un type peu rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui-ci parlait&lt;br /&gt;Un langage de son monde&lt;br /&gt;D’ailleurs encore plus laid&lt;br /&gt;Que son propre monde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le peu que j’ai compris&lt;br /&gt;De son long récit&lt;br /&gt;C’est qu’il était dépendant&lt;br /&gt;D’intenses sentiments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’ai tenté de l’aider&lt;br /&gt;En le mêlant à mes aventures&lt;br /&gt;Mais ce qu’il aurait aimé&lt;br /&gt;C’est avoir mes écritures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien entendu&lt;br /&gt;J’ai refusé&lt;br /&gt;Il m’a alors mordu&lt;br /&gt;Et je l’ai abandonné&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’était bien mieux ainsi&lt;br /&gt;Puisque moi aussi&lt;br /&gt;J’étais dépendantDe ce médicament&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-2907732647179437716?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2907732647179437716/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=2907732647179437716' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/2907732647179437716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/2907732647179437716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/le-clochard.html' title='Le clochard'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-742447462715216063</id><published>2007-11-04T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:20:45.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La maladie du désespoir</title><content type='html'>Un inconnu&lt;br /&gt;Se promenait dans la rue&lt;br /&gt;L’air peiné&lt;br /&gt;En route pour se suicider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorsqu’un con&lt;br /&gt;L’a presque fait basculer du pont&lt;br /&gt;Et l’inconnu l’injuria&lt;br /&gt;De vouloir le jeter en bas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’air de rien&lt;br /&gt;Il rebroussa chemin&lt;br /&gt;Entra chez lui, heureux&lt;br /&gt;Et alla se réchauffer près du feu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quant au con&lt;br /&gt;Qui se baladait sur le pont&lt;br /&gt;Il ne fera plus jamais le sot&lt;br /&gt;Puisqu’il a fait le saut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsi se termine cette histoire&lt;br /&gt;Mais ne craignez rien&lt;br /&gt;Car la maladie du désespoir&lt;br /&gt;A maintenant comblé sa faim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-742447462715216063?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/742447462715216063/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=742447462715216063' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/742447462715216063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/742447462715216063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-maladie-du-dsespoir.html' title='La maladie du désespoir'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-7530305726746785646</id><published>2007-11-04T14:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:13:48.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le soleil de nuit</title><content type='html'>Sous la nuit il pleuvait&lt;br /&gt;Mais sous ces larmes il ensoleillait&lt;br /&gt;Trop de cacophonie&lt;br /&gt;Sous ce toit de pluie&lt;br /&gt;Le ciel s’étant révolté&lt;br /&gt;Je dus l’abandonné&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis retourné&lt;br /&gt;Vers cet arbre dépravé&lt;br /&gt;Vers ce squelette de bois&lt;br /&gt;Qui exprimait le désarroi&lt;br /&gt;Et l’intense froid&lt;br /&gt;Au plus profond de moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’est alors que ce soleil d’ombre&lt;br /&gt;Qui planait en travers la pluie&lt;br /&gt;M’est apparue aussi sombre&lt;br /&gt;Que cette éblouissante nuit&lt;br /&gt;Où régnait un calme menaçant&lt;br /&gt;Venant d’un étrange vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’était pourtant un courant d’espoir&lt;br /&gt;Dont le sens j’ai mal interprété&lt;br /&gt;Cette idées du bonheur qu’il puisse exister&lt;br /&gt;Je ne pouvait y croire avant de voir&lt;br /&gt;Aveuglé par un profond désespoirJe me suis réveillé trop tard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-7530305726746785646?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7530305726746785646/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=7530305726746785646' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/7530305726746785646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/7530305726746785646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/le-soleil-de-nuit.html' title='Le soleil de nuit'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-7318403825841243731</id><published>2007-11-04T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:12:51.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La ville des merveilles</title><content type='html'>Dans cette ville venue d'ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;J'explorais ce lieu des rois&lt;br /&gt;Ne comptant plus mes pas&lt;br /&gt;Je parcourais ces rues de feux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petites flammes&lt;br /&gt;Qui illuminent nos âmes&lt;br /&gt;Pour nous diriger&lt;br /&gt;Vers l'unité&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unité individuel&lt;br /&gt;Ville de merveille&lt;br /&gt;Ville de lumière&lt;br /&gt;Qui nous éclaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandiose que tu es sur cette île&lt;br /&gt;Remplie de gens futiles&lt;br /&gt;Se faufilant comme des fourmisDans tes rues à l'infini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-7318403825841243731?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7318403825841243731/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=7318403825841243731' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/7318403825841243731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/7318403825841243731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-ville-des-merveilles.html' title='La ville des merveilles'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-1976014517297871242</id><published>2007-11-04T14:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:11:19.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon solitaire</title><content type='html'>Survolait un dragon dans les airs&lt;br /&gt;Heureux et serein il avait l’air&lt;br /&gt;Mais triste était son cœur&lt;br /&gt;Dans sa vie pleine de malheur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dernier de sa mystérieuse race&lt;br /&gt;C’était trop facile pour les connaisseurs&lt;br /&gt;Trop aisé pour les chasseurs&lt;br /&gt;De suivre ses évidentes traces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans une grotte il du se cacher&lt;br /&gt;Trop longtemps il fut effrayé&lt;br /&gt;D’y sortir il avait trop peur&lt;br /&gt;Il cauchemardait des pourchasseurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon solitaire mourus&lt;br /&gt;Sa race eue disparue&lt;br /&gt;Mais tous se rappelèrentSes origines pleines de mystère&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-1976014517297871242?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1976014517297871242/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=1976014517297871242' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/1976014517297871242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/1976014517297871242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/dragon-solitaire.html' title='Dragon solitaire'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-2433006574601062561</id><published>2007-11-04T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:07:32.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La maladie de vivre</title><content type='html'>Le respire me couple le souffle&lt;br /&gt;Juste d’y penser je m’essouffle&lt;br /&gt;Réfléchir me cause des nausées&lt;br /&gt;Comment pourrais-je subsister&lt;br /&gt;Sans perdre ma fragile lucidité&lt;br /&gt;Vivre ne fait que me perturber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalement j’aimerai vivre&lt;br /&gt;Mais les mots me rendent ivre&lt;br /&gt;Et les images folles m’enivre&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis qu’un fou&lt;br /&gt;Un marabout&lt;br /&gt;Qui vit de tabou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma vie n’est pas facile&lt;br /&gt;Je suis trop fragile&lt;br /&gt;Laissez-moi tranquille&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux plus vous voir&lt;br /&gt;Tout ce que je veux c’est boire&lt;br /&gt;J’ ai de sombres espoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalement j’aimerai vivre&lt;br /&gt;Mais les mots me rendent ivre&lt;br /&gt;Et les images folles m’enivre&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis qu’un fou&lt;br /&gt;Un marabout&lt;br /&gt;Qui vit de tabou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalement ma vie n’est pas si pire&lt;br /&gt;Mon respire je retrouve enfin&lt;br /&gt;Ma mort n’est pas pour demain&lt;br /&gt;Le bonheur je conspireFini de fuir en vain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-2433006574601062561?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2433006574601062561/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=2433006574601062561' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/2433006574601062561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/2433006574601062561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-maladie-de-vivre.html' title='La maladie de vivre'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-6376507272722420949</id><published>2007-11-04T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:06:04.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le couloir de la folie</title><content type='html'>Idées de folie chevauche mon esprit&lt;br /&gt;La nuit dans le noir je prie&lt;br /&gt;Pour un rêve incompris&lt;br /&gt;Pour un bonheur infini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans cette prison d’ennuie&lt;br /&gt;Mon malheur resurgit&lt;br /&gt;Dans ce couloir gris&lt;br /&gt;Inquiétude m’envahit&lt;br /&gt;Heureusement j’ai l’espoir&lt;br /&gt;Mais les gens refusent d’y croire&lt;br /&gt;Pour eux je ne suis qu’un détraqué&lt;br /&gt;Ils ne cesse de me traquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand cela finira-t-il&lt;br /&gt;Quand serais-je enfin tranquille&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi je ne suis que foliePourquoi je tente de fuir la vie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-6376507272722420949?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6376507272722420949/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=6376507272722420949' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6376507272722420949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6376507272722420949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/le-couloir-de-la-folie.html' title='Le couloir de la folie'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-5478596103939549285</id><published>2007-11-04T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:05:00.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le destin de mes rêves</title><content type='html'>Par ce jour de pluie&lt;br /&gt;Je sombre dans l'ennuie&lt;br /&gt;Tourment je ne peux fuir&lt;br /&gt;Malheur ne peut finir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À mes rêves je songe&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir m'emporte alors&lt;br /&gt;Car un jour je vivrais d'or&lt;br /&gt;Ce sera fini les mensonges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fini l'hypocrisie du bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Fini mes sombres malheurs&lt;br /&gt;Enfin libre sera ma vie&lt;br /&gt;Et mon destin accompli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je pourrais dormir en paix&lt;br /&gt;Faire ce qu'il me plaît&lt;br /&gt;Et pour l'éternitéJ'aurais la tranquillité&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-5478596103939549285?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/5478596103939549285/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=5478596103939549285' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/5478596103939549285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/5478596103939549285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/le-destin-de-mes-rves.html' title='Le destin de mes rêves'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-6168764456341920980</id><published>2007-11-04T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:03:56.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L’énigmatique folie</title><content type='html'>Mon cœur est si triste&lt;br /&gt;Mon âme est abattu&lt;br /&gt;Peu d’espoir subsiste&lt;br /&gt;Mais je ne suis pas vaincu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je tente de fuir en me faufilant&lt;br /&gt;Entre ces morceaux de folie&lt;br /&gt;Entre ces moments délirants&lt;br /&gt;Ma vie n’est que mélancolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À mes oreilles chantonne&lt;br /&gt;Une musique monotone&lt;br /&gt;Que je voudrais taire&lt;br /&gt;Car pour moi c’est l’enfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’ennuie comble mes jours&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant trop de travail&lt;br /&gt;Que j’ai toujours&lt;br /&gt;Je cherche la faille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand comprendrais-je&lt;br /&gt;Ces métaphores complexes&lt;br /&gt;Qui me laissent perplexeEt me perturbent les méninges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-6168764456341920980?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6168764456341920980/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=6168764456341920980' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6168764456341920980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6168764456341920980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/lnigmatique-folie.html' title='L’énigmatique folie'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-598901418088914673</id><published>2007-11-04T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:02:27.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L'inévitable départ</title><content type='html'>Depuis quelques temps&lt;br /&gt;Je n'aimais plus ma vie autant&lt;br /&gt;Trop d'intenses stress&lt;br /&gt;Contrôlaient mon existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un père sur protecteur&lt;br /&gt;Me créait plus de malheur&lt;br /&gt;Que je puisse en supporter&lt;br /&gt;Que je puisse en absorber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interminable fut l'attente du départ&lt;br /&gt;Le goût de courir comme un guépard&lt;br /&gt;Grandit plus rapidement chaque jour&lt;br /&gt;Je crus y rester pour toujours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais l'immense vase déborda&lt;br /&gt;Loin la vague m'emmena&lt;br /&gt;Et un plus beau bateau j'aborda Demain un bel avenir s'annonce à moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-598901418088914673?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/598901418088914673/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=598901418088914673' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/598901418088914673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/598901418088914673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/linvitable-dpart.html' title='L&apos;inévitable départ'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-5947641375941560426</id><published>2007-11-01T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:28:20.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roi et reine</title><content type='html'>Tu es ma vision&lt;br /&gt;De la perfection&lt;br /&gt;Tu es mon obsession&lt;br /&gt;Tu es mon ange&lt;br /&gt;Et la principale raison&lt;br /&gt;De mon énorme rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour pour toi&lt;br /&gt;Me ronge les os&lt;br /&gt;Tes somptueuses bosses&lt;br /&gt;Me fait rêver en roi&lt;br /&gt;Et toi ma belle reine&lt;br /&gt;Me met en peine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour ma conscience&lt;br /&gt;L’amour est souffrance&lt;br /&gt;Autant de haine&lt;br /&gt;Émanent de toi reine&lt;br /&gt;Et moi pauvre roi&lt;br /&gt;D’amour je souffre pour toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’aimerais parfois&lt;br /&gt;Être souverain pantois&lt;br /&gt;Devant ta beauté cruelle&lt;br /&gt;Et ne jamais te connaître&lt;br /&gt;Pour être le seul maîtreDe ma vie éternelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-5947641375941560426?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/5947641375941560426/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=5947641375941560426' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/5947641375941560426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/5947641375941560426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/roi-et-reine.html' title='Roi et reine'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-8060188226242001344</id><published>2007-11-01T20:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:27:51.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pourquoi l'amour ?</title><content type='html'>Pourquoi l’amour m’effraie&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour me rend épais&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour me rend fou&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour c’est flou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour fait mal&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour ne peut être banal&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour obsède&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour me possède&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour me donne des ulcères&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour me met en colère&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour me met en pleurs&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour m’écoeure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour se joue de nous&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour je m’en fous&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi l’amour me fait vomirPourquoi l’amour ne peut finir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-8060188226242001344?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/8060188226242001344/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=8060188226242001344' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/8060188226242001344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/8060188226242001344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/pourquoi-lamour.html' title='Pourquoi l&apos;amour ?'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-6964285120285544206</id><published>2007-11-01T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:27:18.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaise conjugale</title><content type='html'>Une Julie et un Marco&lt;br /&gt;tout les jours se disputaient&lt;br /&gt;De pute il la traitait&lt;br /&gt;Et naturellement elle de salau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tout deux eurent essayé&lt;br /&gt;Que l'autre trépasse&lt;br /&gt;Afin de solutionner&lt;br /&gt;Leurs exorbitantes impasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tant de moyens ils prirent&lt;br /&gt;Sans jamais fonctionner&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'au jour où le pire&lt;br /&gt;Leurs aient arrivé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutuellement ils s'empoisonnèrent&lt;br /&gt;Tous les deux moururent&lt;br /&gt;Leur paradis fût intolérableCar pour l'éternité ils furent ensemble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-6964285120285544206?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6964285120285544206/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=6964285120285544206' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6964285120285544206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6964285120285544206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/malaise-conjugale.html' title='Malaise conjugale'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-6201995650058444653</id><published>2007-11-01T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:26:29.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma belle nocturne</title><content type='html'>Tu es ma belle nocturne&lt;br /&gt;Ma fabuleuse déesse de la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Laisse-moi t’aimer sans bruit&lt;br /&gt;Et envahir ton monde nocturne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous regarderons le ciel&lt;br /&gt;Sous ses étoiles merveilles&lt;br /&gt;Sous la blanche lumière&lt;br /&gt;La clarté lunaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le jour nous fuirons&lt;br /&gt;Car trop de pollution&lt;br /&gt;Émane de ces solaire rayons&lt;br /&gt;Par nous tuer ils finiront&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombre sera notre amour&lt;br /&gt;Dans le noir nous serons toujours&lt;br /&gt;Seule notre passion amourachéPourra désormais nous éclairer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-6201995650058444653?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6201995650058444653/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=6201995650058444653' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6201995650058444653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6201995650058444653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/ma-belle-nocturne.html' title='Ma belle nocturne'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-1431871178473538708</id><published>2007-11-01T20:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:25:56.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le bonheur du destin</title><content type='html'>Le soleil dansait&lt;br /&gt;Sous mes yeux&lt;br /&gt;Et parmi ce monde joyeux&lt;br /&gt;Je me sentais&lt;br /&gt;Des plus heureux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie me souriait&lt;br /&gt;Elle me donnait&lt;br /&gt;L’amour&lt;br /&gt;Son plus beau&lt;br /&gt;Cadeau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De toute ma vie&lt;br /&gt;Je n’ai été aussi&lt;br /&gt;Comblé de bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Et d’amitié&lt;br /&gt;Mais j’avais peur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je doutais&lt;br /&gt;Que l’ampleur&lt;br /&gt;De mes malheurs&lt;br /&gt;Reviendrait&lt;br /&gt;Mais je gardais mon humeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’est en voyant les étoiles&lt;br /&gt;Se réveiller&lt;br /&gt;Que j’ai réalisé&lt;br /&gt;Ce qu’était ma destinéDevenir ma propre étoile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-1431871178473538708?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1431871178473538708/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=1431871178473538708' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/1431871178473538708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/1431871178473538708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/le-bonheur-du-destin.html' title='Le bonheur du destin'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-700254529326344789</id><published>2007-11-01T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:25:27.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L'amour un jour</title><content type='html'>Depuis toujours&lt;br /&gt;Je recherche l’amour&lt;br /&gt;Le trouverais-je un jour&lt;br /&gt;Sans qu’on me joue de tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera-t-elle blonde&lt;br /&gt;Ou plutôt ronde&lt;br /&gt;Sera-t-elle belle&lt;br /&gt;Ou bien rebelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fera-t-elle mal&lt;br /&gt;Ou sera-t-elle banale&lt;br /&gt;Au point d’en mourir d’ennuie&lt;br /&gt;Ou à ne plus dormir la nuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peut- importe&lt;br /&gt;Je lui ouvrirais la porte&lt;br /&gt;Même si je dois souffrir&lt;br /&gt;Ou même mourir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-700254529326344789?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/700254529326344789/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=700254529326344789' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/700254529326344789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/700254529326344789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/lamour-un-jour.html' title='L&apos;amour un jour'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-6769660247743539655</id><published>2007-11-01T20:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:24:56.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L'amour est un poison</title><content type='html'>L'amour est un poison&lt;br /&gt;D'une agréable odeur&lt;br /&gt;L'amour est un poison&lt;br /&gt;Qui déchire mon cœur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À chaque fois que chevauche mon âme&lt;br /&gt;La tendre idée d'aimer je rame&lt;br /&gt;Quand vient le temps de m'ouvrir&lt;br /&gt;Je ne peux m'empêcher de souffrir&lt;br /&gt;Désespérément vers le large je rame&lt;br /&gt;Dans l'immense lac de mon cœur en larme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour est un poison&lt;br /&gt;D'une agréable odeur&lt;br /&gt;L'amour est un poison&lt;br /&gt;Qui déchire mon cœur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment ce fait-il que j’ai peur&lt;br /&gt;Quand le destin me dit d’aimer&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi je ne peux vivre le bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Autrement que par des rêves dissipés&lt;br /&gt;Pourrais-je un jour aimer tendrement&lt;br /&gt;Sans me tracasser constamment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour est un poison&lt;br /&gt;D'une agréable odeur&lt;br /&gt;L'amour est un poisonQui déchire mon cœur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-6769660247743539655?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6769660247743539655/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=6769660247743539655' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6769660247743539655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6769660247743539655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/lamour-est-un-poison.html' title='L&apos;amour est un poison'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-7028282536491754471</id><published>2007-11-01T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:24:27.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L'amour d'une amie</title><content type='html'>Un jour j’ai rencontré&lt;br /&gt;Une femme exceptionnelle&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque j’ai vu cette hirondelle&lt;br /&gt;Mes yeux se sont débouchés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle a voulu me démontrer&lt;br /&gt;Comment pouvait être&lt;br /&gt;Notre belle amitié&lt;br /&gt;Et je voyais ce qui ne pouvait être&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longtemps, cela m’a pris&lt;br /&gt;Pour comprendre&lt;br /&gt;Le fond de son esprit&lt;br /&gt;Qui a encore besoin d’apprendre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors, je compris&lt;br /&gt;Que mon amour était fini&lt;br /&gt;Mais que notre amitiéNe faisait que commencer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-7028282536491754471?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7028282536491754471/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=7028282536491754471' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/7028282536491754471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/7028282536491754471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/lamour-dune-amie.html' title='L&apos;amour d&apos;une amie'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-6293533810081496234</id><published>2007-11-01T20:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:23:36.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La rencontre</title><content type='html'>Je prenais le métro&lt;br /&gt;Pour rentrer illico&lt;br /&gt;La tête pleine d’idées&lt;br /&gt;J’étais tout excité&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque je remarquais&lt;br /&gt;Une fille plutôt jolie&lt;br /&gt;Surprise qu’elle était&lt;br /&gt;Que je sois aussi poli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je lui ai demandé&lt;br /&gt;Si je pouvais la dessiner&lt;br /&gt;C’est pour ma bande dessinée&lt;br /&gt;Que j’expliquais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par manque de temps&lt;br /&gt;D’avoir trop parler&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux me téléphoner&lt;br /&gt;En tout temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce qu’elle m’aimera&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que ça marchera&lt;br /&gt;L’avenir nous le diraPeut-être qu’elle rappellera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-6293533810081496234?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6293533810081496234/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=6293533810081496234' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6293533810081496234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6293533810081496234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-rencontre.html' title='La rencontre'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-473447779632058240</id><published>2007-11-01T20:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:22:05.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L'embarcadère</title><content type='html'>Dans un port de bienveillance&lt;br /&gt;Un homme de confiance&lt;br /&gt;Patrouillait les parages&lt;br /&gt;Faisant le tour des mystérieuses cages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les ouvrir jamais il ne devait&lt;br /&gt;Plus le temps avançait&lt;br /&gt;Plus impatient il devenait&lt;br /&gt;De savoir ce qu'ils contenaient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un jour il fit la malencontreuse erreur&lt;br /&gt;De farfouiller les intriguant conteneurs&lt;br /&gt;D'une effroyable honte et de peur&lt;br /&gt;Il le cacha à son supérieur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malheur fut alors sur lui&lt;br /&gt;Car les sarcophages sacrés&lt;br /&gt;Furent totalement volés&lt;br /&gt;Par d'horribles bandits de nuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honteux il fut alors&lt;br /&gt;Accusé d'injustes torts&lt;br /&gt;Son patron le mit dehors&lt;br /&gt;Lui qui se trouvait si fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il devint alors maître sans bruit&lt;br /&gt;Ramenant les malotrus en cage&lt;br /&gt;Retrouvant les sarcophagesEt sa vie d'autrefois il reprit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-473447779632058240?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/473447779632058240/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=473447779632058240' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/473447779632058240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/473447779632058240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/lembarcadre.html' title='L&apos;embarcadère'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-1743204196293685290</id><published>2007-11-01T20:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:20:47.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L'homme au chapeau noir</title><content type='html'>Curieux personnage&lt;br /&gt;Que j'ai vu entre deux nuages&lt;br /&gt;Marchant dans le noir&lt;br /&gt;Avec son grand chapeau noir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souvent on se croisait&lt;br /&gt;Jamais au même endroit&lt;br /&gt;Jamais on se parlait&lt;br /&gt;Marchant toujours droit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi court-il ainsi&lt;br /&gt;Avec sa belle guitare&lt;br /&gt;A-t-il peur d'être en retard&lt;br /&gt;Ou marche-t-il toujours ainsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Découvrirons-nous un jour&lt;br /&gt;Chacun nos secrets&lt;br /&gt;Ou mystérieusement discretNous resterons toujours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-1743204196293685290?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1743204196293685290/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=1743204196293685290' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/1743204196293685290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/1743204196293685290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/lhomme-au-chapeau-noir.html' title='L&apos;homme au chapeau noir'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-8294980261502326626</id><published>2007-11-01T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:19:43.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivre pour un lendemain</title><content type='html'>Le monde va à la dérive&lt;br /&gt;Vers un avenir déprimant&lt;br /&gt;Je me perds dans un océan&lt;br /&gt;Je ne vois plus la rive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une étoile pointe du doigt&lt;br /&gt;Le chemin de notre destiné&lt;br /&gt;Par où devons-nous commencer&lt;br /&gt;Mais d’abord écoutons la voix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces paroles pleines de sagesse&lt;br /&gt;Apaiseront nos angoisses&lt;br /&gt;Nous remettront su la voie&lt;br /&gt;Et nous guideront comme il se doit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais encore faut-il les comprendre&lt;br /&gt;Si nous voulons nous reprendre&lt;br /&gt;Si nous voulons survivre&lt;br /&gt;À notre mère nature ivre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celle que nous détruisons&lt;br /&gt;À grands coups de pollution&lt;br /&gt;Celle dont nous avons besoinPour qu’il existe un lendemain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-8294980261502326626?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/8294980261502326626/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=8294980261502326626' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/8294980261502326626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/8294980261502326626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/vivre-pour-un-lendemain.html' title='Vivre pour un lendemain'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-2381828232532402989</id><published>2007-11-01T20:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:19:11.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le voyageur</title><content type='html'>Le monde un voyageur survolait&lt;br /&gt;Pour la paix qu'il cherchait&lt;br /&gt;Paix de l'âme, paix des sens&lt;br /&gt;Il cherchait la récompense&lt;br /&gt;De tout les maux qu'il s'était donné&lt;br /&gt;Pour un travail terminé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il cherchait la paix et l'amour&lt;br /&gt;Chose que l'on veut toujours&lt;br /&gt;Chose des plus vitales&lt;br /&gt;Sinon nos cœurs seraient fatals&lt;br /&gt;Et nos vies des plus banales&lt;br /&gt;En ce démentiel monde tribal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Épuisé de marcher sans relâche&lt;br /&gt;Cessant ses infructueuses recherches&lt;br /&gt;Sans pour autant être lâche&lt;br /&gt;Car pour être heureux pleinement&lt;br /&gt;Ce que nous avons il faut l’apprécier Et s'amuser tout simplement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-2381828232532402989?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2381828232532402989/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=2381828232532402989' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/2381828232532402989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/2381828232532402989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/le-voyageur.html' title='Le voyageur'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-6360734416984857964</id><published>2007-11-01T20:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:18:42.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le voleur de bonheur</title><content type='html'>Il était un pêcheur&lt;br /&gt;Et hors du commun qu’il était&lt;br /&gt;Car c’est de bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Qu’il se nourrissait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se goinfrer qu’il faisait&lt;br /&gt;Tout en ne se souciant pas&lt;br /&gt;Du malheur qu’il entraînerait&lt;br /&gt;En menant les gens au trépas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ces gens maintenant dépourvu&lt;br /&gt;De tout leurs simples plaisirs&lt;br /&gt;Se créait un complot mis à nu&lt;br /&gt;Celui de voir ce voleur mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De rien ils n’eurent besoin&lt;br /&gt;Pour qu’il meurt de faim&lt;br /&gt;Car il fut trop gloutonEt vida tout ses provisions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-6360734416984857964?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6360734416984857964/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=6360734416984857964' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6360734416984857964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/6360734416984857964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/le-voleur-de-bonheur.html' title='Le voleur de bonheur'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-2492457771640529157</id><published>2007-11-01T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:17:40.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le prix de la paix</title><content type='html'>Tant de gens dans la mort&lt;br /&gt;Nous entraînons tous les jours&lt;br /&gt;Quand verrons-nous le jour&lt;br /&gt;Où nous réaliserons nos torts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les responsables de ces tueries&lt;br /&gt;Ne cessent de se justifier&lt;br /&gt;Nous tuons pour une paix infinie&lt;br /&gt;Pour ces morts non justifiés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuer pour gagner la paix&lt;br /&gt;Tuer pour venger les morts&lt;br /&gt;Tuer pour un monde parfait&lt;br /&gt;Prouve que notre conscience dort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand allons-nous nous réveiller&lt;br /&gt;Quand arrêterons-nous ces fous&lt;br /&gt;Avant que nous aussi devenions fous&lt;br /&gt;Notre lucidité il faut la retrouver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combien la paix nous coûtera-t-il&lt;br /&gt;Sinon d'innombrables morts calcinés&lt;br /&gt;Au nom de Dieu tuons sans merciPour que la paix soit préservée&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-2492457771640529157?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2492457771640529157/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=2492457771640529157' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/2492457771640529157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/2492457771640529157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/le-prix-de-la-paix.html' title='Le prix de la paix'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-5272368466016316625</id><published>2007-11-01T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:17:08.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L'astronaute</title><content type='html'>Un astronaute j’ai rencontré&lt;br /&gt;Qui dans la lune était toujours&lt;br /&gt;Reviens sur terre lui a-t-on dit&lt;br /&gt;Si dans l’espace tu veux un jour&lt;br /&gt;Que ton corps puisse voyager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si merveilleuse est cet astre&lt;br /&gt;Comment pourrais-je la quitté&lt;br /&gt;Sans provoquer un désastre&lt;br /&gt;Dans mon esprit torturé&lt;br /&gt;Par son indéniable beauté&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En deux il était déchiré&lt;br /&gt;Corps et esprit dissocié&lt;br /&gt;Il ne savait que faire&lt;br /&gt;Ni comment se défaire&lt;br /&gt;De cette impasse démesurée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son corps on a transporté&lt;br /&gt;Sur la lune pour le sauvé&lt;br /&gt;Corps et âme ont fusionné&lt;br /&gt;Son malheur fut terminéEt son bonheur pu subsister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-5272368466016316625?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/5272368466016316625/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=5272368466016316625' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/5272368466016316625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/5272368466016316625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/lastronaute.html' title='L&apos;astronaute'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-8248273860031260455</id><published>2007-11-01T20:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:15:39.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La déchéance</title><content type='html'>En colère le ciel était&lt;br /&gt;Embrumé ma tête était&lt;br /&gt;Par de sombres nuages&lt;br /&gt;Qui étaient dans les parages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La déchéance du monde nouveau&lt;br /&gt;Fait couler en moi d’énormes flots&lt;br /&gt;Flots qui m’emportent vers le large&lt;br /&gt;Loin devant mon cœur en cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment refaire surface&lt;br /&gt;Survivre à tant de souffrance&lt;br /&gt;Ce châtiment est notre punition&lt;br /&gt;Contre toute cette pollution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je rêve du jour promis&lt;br /&gt;Où tous nos actes commis&lt;br /&gt;Nous seront pardonnésOù nous vivrons pour l'éternité&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-8248273860031260455?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/8248273860031260455/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=8248273860031260455' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/8248273860031260455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/8248273860031260455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-dchance.html' title='La déchéance'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-4396298002845388897</id><published>2007-11-01T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:15:04.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfer paradisiaque</title><content type='html'>Si d’une logique le paradis  existe&lt;br /&gt;Par équation un enfer subsiste&lt;br /&gt;Quel est notre étrange univers&lt;br /&gt;Qu’est notre planète à l’envers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serait-il un compromis séduisant&lt;br /&gt;Serait-il un mélange parfait&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce pour cela que l’on fait&lt;br /&gt;Autant de caprices déroutants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si notre vie était l’idéal de nos rêve&lt;br /&gt;Jamais il n’y aurait de trêves&lt;br /&gt;Jamais nous ne pourrions l’apprécier&lt;br /&gt;Autant qu’elle puisse le mériter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En résumé pourquoi se plaindre&lt;br /&gt;Car la lumière divine ne peut s’éteindre&lt;br /&gt;Seul notre volonté peut nous la masquerNotre vie nous pouvons la contrôler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-4396298002845388897?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/4396298002845388897/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=4396298002845388897' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/4396298002845388897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/4396298002845388897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/enfer-paradisiaque.html' title='Enfer paradisiaque'/><author><name>A. Ben-Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387315123394420524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMV3KGoXNhQ/TUHTWTzddmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kptpiniwBao/s220/A.Ben-Art-2011-C%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434886798012879024.post-422130687047568009</id><published>2007-11-01T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:14:15.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Déchéance moderne</title><content type='html'>Dans un beau pays nous vivons&lt;br /&gt;De nombreuses taxes nous payons&lt;br /&gt;Des flots d’argent nous dépensons&lt;br /&gt;Sans combler les besoins que nous avons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu’où irons nous sans tomber&lt;br /&gt;Quand cette déchéance finira-t-elle&lt;br /&gt;Quand pourrons nous profiter&lt;br /&gt;De notre bonheur éternel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riches et pauvres nous devons&lt;br /&gt;Combattre ces gens vaniteux&lt;br /&gt;Ouvrons nous enfin les yeux&lt;br /&gt;Pour les détrôner à l’unisson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être un jour ce moment viendra&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être heureux nous serons enfin&lt;br /&gt;J’espère que ce jour viendraCar sinon ce sera notre fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434886798012879024-422130687047568009?l=abenart-poemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/feeds/422130687047568009/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434886798012879024&amp;postID=422130687047568009' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/422130687047568009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434886798012879024/posts/default/422130687047568009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenart-poemes.blogspot.com/2007/11/dchance-moderne.html' title='Déchéance moderne'/><author><name>A. 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