La cadence des anges

C’est le rythme fécond de l’eau à l’intérieur du rocher.

C’est l’hiver la pesanteur ralentie de la neige.

Ce sont les cheveux de buée sur l’océan, la fumée violette et saline.

C’est la peau de la Croix dans l’horreur de la nuit.

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