In Greek mythology, Oileus or Oïleus /oʊˈɪlˌjuːs/ (Ancient Greek: Ὀϊλεύς, Oī̈leús) was the king of Locris, and an Argonaut. His father was given as Hodoedocus (whom Oileus succeeded as King of Locris) and his mother as Agrianome (daughter of Perseon), according to Hyginus's Fabulae.
In Apollonius Rhodius' Argonautica, Oileus gets wounded in the shoulder during the attack of the Stymphalian Birds on the Argo and receives aid from Eribotes.
Oileus is best known as the father of Ajax the Lesser. There is disagreement as to the name of Ajax's mother: Homer names Eriopis as the legal wife of Oileus, but scholiasts cite other authors, some of whom agreed with Homer in considering Eriopis (or Eriope) the mother of Ajax, but others stated that the mother of Ajax by Oileus was Alcimache, and yet others asserted that Alcimache was simply another name for Eriopis.John Tzetzes listed three alternate options: Eriopis, Alcimache, or Astyoche the daughter of Itylus. Oileus was also the father of Medon, who is usually regarded as illegitimate; Medon's mother was said to be a nymph named Rhene, though some gave Alcimache as his mother. According to Hyginus, Rhene was the mother of Ajax as well.
9907 Oileus is a Jupiter Trojan asteroid of the Greek camp. It orbits the Sun once every 12.23 years.
Discovered on September 24, 1960 by Cornelis Johannes van Houten and Ingrid van Houten-Groeneveld on photographic plates made by Tom Gehrels at the Palomar Observatory with the Samuel Oschin telescope, it was given the provisional designation "6541 P-L". It was later renamed "Oileus" after Oileus, a Greek runner slower only than Achilles.
Elle est seule sur le sol
Coulant sous l'alcool
Le vernis se craquelle
Sous l'idole
Se poudrer le faciès
Enrober de soie
Ce qui blesse et qu'on laisse
Derrière soi
Idéaliser
Un passé brisé
Pas réaliser
Qu'il n'est plus là
Idéaliser
Juste supposer
Qu'elle a tout osé
Et lui poser
Un dernier baiser
Un baiser
Ses bas ont défilé
Dans toutes les nuits blanches
Blanche-neige exhibée
Aux archanges
Il neige sur Downtown
Fin des seventies
Le temps, c'est de l'automne
Sans surprise
Idéaliser
Un passé brisé
Pas réaliser
Qu'il n'est plus là
Idéaliser
Se faire une beauté
Retourner la scène
Viser
L'aller sans retour
Le saut dans le vide
La petite club-kid
N'aime plus le jour
Idéaliser
Juste supposer
Qu'elle a tout osé
Et lui poser