La lune est pleine ;
On dirait un ballon.
Un ballon qui s’élève,
Lumineux, puis retombe,
Retombe et rebondit,
Sur le noir de la terre
Tandis que le train tourne
Sur une voie penchée.
Foin des préparations et des textes pensés ! Voici des mots cueillis aux lèvres.
La lune est pleine ;
On dirait un ballon.
Un ballon qui s’élève,
Lumineux, puis retombe,
Retombe et rebondit,
Sur le noir de la terre
Tandis que le train tourne
Sur une voie penchée.
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