<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3488799967287393787.post8589119715256031786..comments</id><updated>2007-08-23T12:37:20.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Cigares et mangues: Mon enfance s’appelle Nabokov</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigaresetmangues.blogspot.com/feeds/8589119715256031786/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488799967287393787/8589119715256031786/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigaresetmangues.blogspot.com/2007/08/mon-enfance-sappelle-nabokov.html'/><author><name>Mister B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088967422424057957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3488799967287393787.post-1361776683853701879</id><published>2007-08-23T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:37:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tu es mon enfant de mémoirecelui-là mort sans visa...</title><content type='html'>tu es mon enfant de mémoire&lt;BR/&gt;celui-là mort sans visage tombé&lt;BR/&gt;mille fois noyé&lt;BR/&gt;que je sauverai toujours&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;mon enfant secret&lt;BR/&gt;inavouable salé coloré de mes eaux&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;bercé reposé&lt;BR/&gt;sur mes cuisses&lt;BR/&gt;je suis mer océan détroit&lt;BR/&gt;je suis baie&lt;BR/&gt;même berge même aux abords du styx&lt;BR/&gt;le visage noir&lt;BR/&gt;le visage bleu&lt;BR/&gt;je me cache sous les ponts pour attraper les meurtris&lt;BR/&gt;le souffle rauque de la mort à venir&lt;BR/&gt;les petites d'abord&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;enfant à mourir&lt;BR/&gt;je te garde dans un bain&lt;BR/&gt;et tu émanes un peu de lumière&lt;BR/&gt;chaque chose étant sacrée&lt;BR/&gt;les berges gardiennes&lt;BR/&gt;et vierges&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;les plus beaux hommes à naître&lt;BR/&gt;tu le sais&lt;BR/&gt;mes seins tendresse mauve&lt;BR/&gt;et ta magnificience&lt;BR/&gt;bue&lt;BR/&gt;de mes sécheresses&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;ton enfance a su me garder l'Eden</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488799967287393787/8589119715256031786/comments/default/1361776683853701879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488799967287393787/8589119715256031786/comments/default/1361776683853701879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigaresetmangues.blogspot.com/2007/08/mon-enfance-sappelle-nabokov.html?showComment=1187887020000#c1361776683853701879' title=''/><author><name>Lili Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379311956662795538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://cigaresetmangues.blogspot.com/2007/08/mon-enfance-sappelle-nabokov.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3488799967287393787.post-8589119715256031786' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488799967287393787/posts/default/8589119715256031786' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>