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.
© 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
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