{"id":6496,"date":"2021-07-16T22:41:45","date_gmt":"2021-07-16T20:41:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/joannacholuj.pl\/?p=6496"},"modified":"2021-07-16T22:41:45","modified_gmt":"2021-07-16T20:41:45","slug":"quatre-ange-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/joannacholuj.pl\/en\/blog\/2021\/07\/16\/quatre-ange-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"quatre ange – poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"

Quatre anges<\/h4>\n

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poeeme<\/p>\n

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***<\/div>\n
Quatre anges me parlent les jours<\/div>\n
la nuit envoyent images<\/div>\n
si je comprends c\u2019est bien<\/div>\n
si non\u2026<\/div>\n
tant pis<\/div>\n
cette case<\/div>\n
cette petite boite de temps<\/div>\n
se repete<\/div>\n
repete tout le temps<\/div>\n
et ils sont tellement patients<\/div>\n
patients comme tu ne penses meme<\/div>\n
patients plus que Dieu<\/div>\n
car Dieu est indifferent<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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quatre anges me parlent chaque jour<\/div>\n
leurs ailes si longues si blanches<\/div>\n
\u00e9meuvent l\u2019air autours<\/div>\n
sable moux<\/div>\n
glisse dans mes mains<\/div>\n
tout doux<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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quatre anges aux noms si beaux<\/div>\n
s\u2019arrettent devant moi chaque minute<\/div>\n
disent bonjour<\/div>\n
sourients si soudains<\/div>\n
si savants<\/div>\n
je sais plus<\/div>\n
ou ils sont<\/div>\n
ou ne sont<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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quatre anges oh mes anges<\/div>\n
mes amis de mon voyage<\/div>\n
voyage si long<\/div>\n
voyage qui me tout prend<\/div>\n
qui m\u2019engage qui m\u2019emmene<\/div>\n
ou je ne sais<\/div>\n
seulement je devine<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Haiael qui est toujours<\/div>\n
mon ange de vie<\/div>\n
guardien de but<\/div>\n
guardien de mes pas<\/div>\n
ses ailes autours<\/div>\n
je suis si bien<\/div>\n
je suis en paix<\/div>\n
si protegee<\/div>\n
si plaine d\u2019amour<\/div>\n
il me soutient<\/div>\n
me donne l\u2019harmonie<\/div>\n
me dit \u2013 oh crois<\/div>\n
tout est bien<\/div>\n
tout va bien<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Azrael qui souvent vient<\/div>\n
toujours quand je suis<\/div>\n
une fleur bohemienne<\/div>\n
une fleur tres tres belle<\/div>\n
mais ca se fanne tres tres vite<\/div>\n
Azrael cet ange de mort<\/div>\n
il aime bien veuiller tout pret<\/div>\n
quand je suis belle<\/div>\n
et quand je devient<\/div>\n
aneantie<\/div>\n
pure Fenix<\/div>\n
Fenix d\u2019enfer<\/div>\n
et voila .. rien ne reste<\/div>\n
il regarde. n\u2019y a que le feux<\/div>\n
que les cendres<\/div>\n
bien moux bien gris<\/div>\n
et pourtant il sourit<\/div>\n
oh comme il sourit<\/div>\n
car il sait trop trop bien<\/div>\n
que demain.. ou lendemain<\/div>\n
nouvelle moi<\/div>\n
nouvelle vient<\/div>\n
encore plus belle<\/div>\n
plus fraiche<\/div>\n
plus seine<\/div>\n
plus bohemienne<\/div>\n
que toutes bohemiennes<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Metatron qui pas vraiment<\/div>\n
est la<\/div>\n
plutot au dessus<\/div>\n
et pourtant je le sens<\/div>\n
si pret que les autres<\/div>\n
il est l\u2019enigme<\/div>\n
il est mistere<\/div>\n
pourtant je l\u2019aime<\/div>\n
c\u2019est lui qui me mene<\/div>\n
juste apres cendres<\/div>\n
apres l\u2019enfer<\/div>\n
il me souleve<\/div>\n
il me ramene<\/div>\n
devant le pont<\/div>\n
au dessus de la riviere<\/div>\n
il me dit \u2013 tu vas la<\/div>\n
– ou je vais ? –<\/div>\n
oh tu verras<\/div>\n
va vers ton avenir<\/div>\n
tout s\u2019ouvrira<\/div>\n
…<\/div>\n
je n\u2019irais jamais<\/div>\n
si loin si seule<\/div>\n
je n\u2019aurai point<\/div>\n
de bravure<\/div>\n
de sang froid dans mes veines<\/div>\n
je n\u2019irai nullepart<\/div>\n
si pas a pas<\/div>\n
ne marchait derriere<\/div>\n
cet autre<\/div>\n
cet ange dur c\u2019est ange male<\/div>\n
son nom bizarre<\/div>\n
ne tient ma tete<\/div>\n
Jofiel ou Josiel<\/div>\n
que je suis bete<\/div>\n
de ne savoir<\/div>\n
savoir si peu<\/div>\n
mais il me pardonne<\/div>\n
pardonne toujours<\/div>\n
je suis juste fille<\/div>\n
je suis pure femme<\/div>\n
si feminine<\/div>\n
que masculin m\u2019est bizarre<\/div>\n
mais j\u2019en ai besoin<\/div>\n
Jofiel le sais bien<\/div>\n
sans cette energie<\/div>\n
je ne ferai que pleures<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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aujourdhui il est la<\/div>\n
il est venu ce matin<\/div>\n
a pris ma main<\/div>\n
et l\u2019autre Azrael<\/div>\n
ils m\u2019ont montre<\/div>\n
tout devant moi<\/div>\n
une route si lointaine<\/div>\n
et pourtant tout droit<\/div>\n
a la fin de ce sentier<\/div>\n
tout au loin<\/div>\n
la, j\u2019ai vu<\/div>\n
j\u2019ai vu cet homme<\/div>\n
que j\u2019aime tant<\/div>\n
malhereusement<\/div>\n
les anges ont sourit<\/div>\n
les ailes sont passes<\/div>\n
j\u2019ai eu des frissons<\/div>\n
ce grand grand sentier<\/div>\n
devenait tout couvert<\/div>\n
couvert de pierres<\/div>\n
arbres nuages<\/div>\n
et de bruyere<\/div>\n
– oh non oh non<\/div>\n
mais qu\u2019avez vous fait? –<\/div>\n
Pas nous ma chere..<\/div>\n
c\u2019est vous<\/div>\n
c\u2019est vous<\/div>\n
c\u2019est a vous de le defaire<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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je me suis assise<\/div>\n
sur cette route cloturee<\/div>\n
que faire que faire<\/div>\n
combien de peine<\/div>\n
a tout nettoyer<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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sans mon Jofiel<\/div>\n
sans cet ange brave<\/div>\n
je ne saurais ni quoi<\/div>\n
ni comment tout defaire<\/div>\n
chaque heure nouvelle<\/div>\n
chaque en silence<\/div>\n
il me chuchotte<\/div>\n
me tout explique<\/div>\n
ca me fait douce<\/div>\n
et ca me fait dure<\/div>\n
comment c\u2019est possible<\/div>\n
savoir \u2013 inutile<\/div>\n
je sais quoi faire<\/div>\n
je sais quoi porter<\/div>\n
quels mots enlevent pierres<\/div>\n
quels chansons chasse la bruyere<\/div>\n
quelle couleur de ma robe belle<\/div>\n
laisse trouver le trajet<\/div>\n
trajet parmi les fleurs<\/div>\n
les arbres et arbustiers<\/div>\n
…<\/div>\n
14\/15 . 6. 2021<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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