La trouvaille
Élodie
Écoutez mon histoire ! Incrivez-la quelque part ! Une fois, sur un déserté champ de bataille, J'ai fait une incroyable trouvaille ! C'était un œil bleu sans propriétaire, encore Sanglant malgré la durée du spectacle gore Alors je l'ai pris chez moi il était Si beau, mon souffle en fut coupé ; Ah, Dieu sait à qui il appartient ! Il est à présent à moi et ma main. Dieu sait pourquoi je l'ai gardé pendant quinze ans Il avait un éclat vivant Oui ! Comme s'il observait ! Comme si mes gestes, il les suivait Du regard, sans jamais s'arrêter ! Un jour, il est parti. Seul. Sans laisser de traces. Et Dieu sait qui encore le ramasse. Moi, maintenant, Mes yeux marrons sont bleus. Suis-je cependant mort, vivant ? Ou... Entre les deux ?
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