Mauro Montacchiesi

Je te parle, à toi

Parmi des d' argent feuilles de bouleau
et pourpres campanules,
lambeaux tombants d' un vieux chalet,
de la solitude,
ils font vibrer le tourment.
Je te parle, à toi,
qui avec des chaussures cloutées
grimpe aux escarpements raides,
vers le pic de montagne.
De ton errer
détache un instant ton attention.
Regarde là-bas:
un Crucifié rongé par le temps,
un Christ nu et abandonné.
Adresse-lui une pensée.
Maintenat oui,
tu peux retourner à tes escarpements,
maintenant que le crépuscule
te couvre de son manteau!
 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 06/13/2008.

 

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