mardi 10 août 2010


La pluie aux fenêtres
petite gigue triste

je me souviens de toi
une .22 chargée
dans la garde-robe
des mémoires

le plancher de cuisine
poli comme une rivière

l'aube repêche les corps

Poésie: Alain Larose

Vidéo: Denis Samson
Réalisation: Jean Coulombe
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2 commentaires:

  1. Leonard Cohen
    ..Seems So Long Ago, Nancy

    It seems so long ago,

    Nancy was alone,
    looking ate the Late Late show
    through a semi-precious stone.
    In the House of Honesty
    her father was on trial,
    in the House of Mystery
    there was no one at all,
    there was no one at all.

    It seems so long ago,
    none of us were strong;
    Nancy wore green stockings
    and she slept with everyone.
    She never said she'd wait for us
    although she was alone,
    I think she fell in love for us
    in nineteen sixty one,
    in nineteen sixty one.

    It seems so long ago,
    Nancy was alone,
    a forty five beside her head,
    an open telephone.
    We told her she was beautiful,
    we told her she was free
    but none of us would meet her in
    the House of Mystery,
    the House of Mystery.

    And now you look around you,
    see her everywhere,
    many use her body,
    many comb her hair.
    In the hollow of the night
    when you are cold and numb
    you hear her talking freely then,
    she's happy that you've come,
    she's happy that you've come.