Le propre du lyrisme est l'inconscience, mais une inconscience surveillée.
C'est au moment où l'on triche pour le beau que l'on est artiste.
Croient-ils donc qu'on ait des truffes dans le cœur ?
Pour se venger de l'écrivain qui leur a donné la vie, les héros qu'il a créés lui cachent son porte-plume.
Le propre du lyrisme est l'inconscience, mais une inconscience surveillée.
Un incendie est une rose sur la queue ouverte d'un paon.
Brouillard, étoile d'araignée.
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