Orfèvrerie

Elle vit

Auprès d’un tailleur de pierres

Précieuses

Et elle démêle toutes les cordes

Du violoncelle imaginaire de ses chants.

Alors l’orfèvre poursuit son œuvre

Jusqu’aux confins des rives de son rêve

A jamais mêlé au sien,

Patient.

         eMmA MessanA

© photo et texte  eMmA MessanA

Vitraux Alain de Bourgues.

Eglise de Sainte-Suzanne (Mayenne, mai 2012)

Une autre diamantaire vengeresse, dans un tout autre registre...

Cry Me A River, Julie London

Now you say you're lonely,

You cry the whole night through.
Well you can cry me a river,
Cry me a river,
I cried a river over you.

Now you say you're sorry,
For being so untrue.
Well you can cry me a river,
Cry me a river,
I cried a river over you.
 
You drove me, nearly drove me,
Out of my head
While you never shed a tear.

Remember, I remember,
All that you said
Told me love was too plebian,
Told me you were through with me

And Now you say you love me,
Well, just to prove you do,
Come on and cry me a river,
Cry me a river,

I cried a river over you