DES CENDRES

   


                                                                                                                                  Derrière vos regards révolver
                                                                                                   Une lave embourbe mes illusions
                                                                                                  Je m'effrite au contact velours:
                                                                                                               Débacle.

                                                                                                   L'ame en vadrouille
                                                                                                  Je persiste à descendre
                                                                                                  Face aux tentacules:
                                                                                                               Dérive.

                                                                                                  Avec le temps tout se délave
                                                                                                   L'artifice pirate les songes
                                                                                                   L'hiver verdit les caprices:
                                                                                                               Dédale.

                                                                                                   Dans un sursaut d'orgueil
                                                                                                  Je titille ma dernière flamme
                                                                                                   Prise en otage des cendres:
                                                                                                                 Délire.

                                                                                                   Pitié ! Laissez-moi descendre
                                                                                                   C'est sombre dans ma jarre
                                                                                                   Au fond des cendres:
                                                                                                                 L'étincelle.

                                   In  "Agadir des ires"     
                                                                              EL MAGHFOUR