Crépuscules


Derniéres lueurs


Ultimes lumiéres


Bientôt,


le noir immense...


                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                        

                                         

                                        

                                       

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Crépuscule I




au-delà des fenêtres

soleil rouge

les couleurs du monde

incandescence crue

                   et nervures bleuies



tarmac

   espace

contour

              défilent

                  à la lisière des nuits


flaque de blé mûr

    cheveux d’ange meurtri

        un arbre épouse l’homme



Simone Molina,

Mars-Avril 2017