Imbroglio

                    Vois-tu,

                      Je ne veux rien

                   Et puis

             Tout à la fois.

                   Crois-tu,

                         Que dire bien

                                 Oublie

                                      Tous les chagrins,

                              Fera de toi

                       Ce que tous croient.

                               Monde décalé

                                      De sentiments

                                            Hachés,  

                                    Tous ces gens

                              Si éloignés.

                                       Difficiles sont

                                               Les instants

                                                      Où longuement

                                                               La solitude

                                                                     Á pour habitude

                                                                          Cette approche

                                                                                Où l’écho

                                                                                    De l’incompréhensible

                                                                                         Ricoche, 
                                                                                      D'un bond  

                                                                                Froidement,

                                                                                    Vient bousculer

                                                                                        L’existence

                                                                                              Rude
                                                                                                Et rigide.

                                                                                           Sans dire

                                                                                   Et toujours partir,

                                                                                      Sans finir

                                                                                  Á jamais ressentir,

                                                                                     Chercher

                                                                                        Á combler,

                                                                                    D’un jour

                                                                                Á une nuit,

                                                                                    Lourdeur

                                                                                         Et froideur,

                                                                                     De détours

                                                                                Et d’oublis,

                                                                                   De cris,

                                                                              De pleurs,

                                                                                 Et toi mon cœur

                                                                                     Tu me fais frayeur.