Je t'écris - Grégory Lemarchal

Je t'(c)cris des trottoirs de nos villes habill (c)es en No"l,

de quelques nuits d’hiver aux saveurs douces-amres

Je t'(c)cris de ces soirs de lumires,

des yeux (c)merveill (c)s de cette petite fille

au pied d’un grand sapin sur la cinquime avenue

Je t'(c)cris d’un d (c)part, d’une valise oubli (c)e

Je t'(c)cris d’un lac blanc o№ ce couple patine

Je t'(c)cris d’un d (c)sert o№ l'(c)pave d’un bateau se souvient de la mer,

je t'(c)cris d’une terre o№ des maisons s'(c)croulent

Je t'(c)cris de Venise, o№ les amants s'(c)veillent au son de vieux clochers

Il y neigera peut-Єtre encore cette ann (c)e

Je t'(c)cris de la mer, au large de Gibraltar le regard vers Tanger

Je t'(c)cris de l’Afrique o№ l’on meurt par milliers

Des quatre coins de la terre, je t'(c)cris des tranch (c)es de guerres abandonn (c)es

Je t'(c)cris d’un baiser, de ce banc de Paris

o№ deux amants s’enlacent dans leur (c)ternit© et que rien ni personne ne pourrait d (c)ranger

Je t'(c)cris d’un caf©, de l’aile d’un avion

o№ nos m (c)moires s’enlacent dans ton (c)ternit© et que rien ni personne ne pourrait m’enlever

Je t'(c)cris de ces ciels de quart monde

o№ les corps si l (c)gers d’enfants trop peu nourris s'(c)lvent sans faire de bruit

Je t'(c)cris de la rue o№ l’on danse et l’on chante

Je t'(c)cris du plumier d’un vieillard solitaire la chambre oubli (c)e

Je t'(c)cris de la part de ces dieux impuissants aux noms desquels on tue

Je t'(c)cris de la main de ces hommes de paix qui n’ont pas renonc© Je t'(c)cris de la Seine, la tour Eiffel y brille dans des reflets pass (c)s

Je t'(c)cris du souvenir d’un baiser par milliers

Des quatre coins de la terre, je ferai le tour du monde, d’un jour trs ordinaire

Je t'(c)cris de ce rЄve de t’avoir tant aim© Je t'(c)cris (c)bloui par tant d’humanit©

I (c)shout to you from the sidewalks of our cities dressed in Christmas,

of a few winter nights with bittersweet flavors

I (c)crie to you from these evenings of light,

(c)wonderful (c)s eyes of this little girl

under a big tree on fifth avenue

I am (c)crying to you from a (c)part, from a forgotten suitcase (c)e

I'm (c)crying to you from a white lake where this couple is skating

I (c)crie to you from a d (c)sert where the (c)pave of a boat remembers the sea,

I am (c)crying to you from a land where houses are collapsing

I (c)call you from Venice, where lovers watch to the sound of old steeples

It may snow there again this year

I (c)call you from the sea, off Gibraltar looking towards Tangier

I (c)crie to you from Africa where we die by the thousands

From the four corners of the earth, I (c)sell you slices of wars abandoned (c)es

I (c)crie you with a kiss, from this bench in Paris

where two lovers embrace in their (c)ternity and that nothing and no one could disturb

I'm (c)crying to you from a café, from the wing of an airplane

o№ our m (c)moirs entwine in your (c)ternity and that nothing and no one could take away from me

I (c)shout to you from these fourth world skies

o№ the so light bodies of undernourished children rise quietly

I (c)shout to you from the street where we dance and sing

I (c)crie to you from the pencil case of a lonely old man the bedroom oblivion (c)e

I (c)crie to you from those helpless gods in whose names we kill

I (c)crie to you from the hands of those men of peace who have not given up© I (c)cri to you from the Seine, the Eiffel Tower shines there in past (c)s reflections

I (c)crie to you from the memory of a kiss by the thousands

From the four corners of the earth, I will go around the world, on a very ordinary day

I (c)shout to you from this dream of having loved you so much I (c)shout to you (c)dazzled by so much humanity