tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92051329730135706012024-03-28T01:06:19.089-07:00LaumėBlog d'Oriane Celce, écrivaine, traductrice et enseignante.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205132973013570601.post-89624603763565599452024-02-07T01:32:00.000-08:002024-03-28T01:05:45.699-07:00Irena <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son prénom, elle l'a toujours mal porté.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Irena" εἰρήνη signifie, en grec ancien, "la paix".</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle est née en temps de guerre, en 1917, dans ce qui était encore l'Empire d'Autrice-Hongrie.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son deuxième prénom, Reizel, est celui d'un personnage de la Genèse.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle affirmait être insensible aux questions religieuses.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena comme Reizel la couvrent néanmoins d'une aura antique, mi-déesse mi-matriarche.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Petite fille, elle était si réservée qu'elle passait ses journées à rêver, sans chercher à communiquer avec quiconque.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Adulte, elle n'aimait pas raconter son enfance.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle avait, de ses premières années, gardé une mémoire précise, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">même si elle se plaignait parfois que ses souvenirs aient gravité</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">autour d'un centre obscur, qui absorbait ses pensées.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">C'était cela qui lui était revenu quand elle était devenue mère.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non les manières de ses aïeules, mais l'éclipse, le manque.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Avait-elle été heureuse ou malheureuse ?</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son enfance, elle n'y était pas.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle n'aurait su la décrire, ni cerner</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>ses sentiments, </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">surtout pas en recourant </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à cette alternative, malheureuse,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">heureuse. Elle s'était absentée. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle se demandait même parfois</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce qui s'était passé.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-e5441b37-8412-ed46-eeb9-ef9565c208ce" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">Elle ne savait pas pourquoi les histoires d’enfances idéales </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">lui échappaient, comme si lui manquaient les lunettes pour en cerner les contours, la grâce inaccessible. Elle tentait de les lire,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">mais cela ne l’intéressait guère, ce qu’elle imputait aux aventures </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">champêtres qui était souvent le lot de ces enfants enjoués,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">bonheur qu’une petite fille des villes ne pouvait pas connaître.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">Mais toutes les rêveries bucoliques n’étaient pas si gaies,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">et lui arrivait d’en apprécier de fort tristes. Dans l’une d’elles,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Babička </span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">de Božena Němcová, la jeune Viktorka quittait son village</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">pour vivre en ermite ou en enfant sauvage là où les folles</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">s’exilent, c’est-à-dire dans la forêt. Elle chantait des berceuses </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">à des nourrissons absents, et guidait vers l’au-delà </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">ceux qui peinaient à mourir, en leur glissant une pivoine</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">entre les doigts. Un autre livre, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nehody malé Żofie</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Les malheurs de Sophie</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">,</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">était traduit du français.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">C’était une édition du début du siècle, à la couverture brunissante. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">Hřaběnka de Segur, Sophie de Rostopchine, dépeignait </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">dans des vignettes d’une cruauté certaine, l’enfance d’une fillette </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">qui portait son prénom. Tout commençait par une poupée, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">représentée d’ailleurs sur la couverture défraîchie.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">Elle perdait ses yeux, aveuglée par le soleil, puis ses cheveux, puis</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">un bras, et enfin ses deux jambes. Une chute d’un arbre</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">achevait de la défigurer : et c’était tout son visage qui éclatait </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">en morceaux. Sophie ne pleurait pas sur la dépouille de sa poupée.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">Irena, elle, sanglotait quand elle lisait ce chapitre.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 8pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 8pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 8pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 8pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 8pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 8pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Elle n’avait que tardivement vécu,<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">disait-elle, sans expliquer </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ce qu’elle entendait </span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">par-là. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">« J’ai passé tant de temps<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">à observer, imiter les vivants ».</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-1a0b8a9e-d557-0dcf-0e09-eb7d4c5b7b63" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sa famille habitait un appartement moderne</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">près de la place Lobkowicz,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui devait changer d’aspect avec la construction</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d’une école fonctionnaliste en 1936.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sous le patronage des Saints protecteurs </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">contre les épidémies de peste, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le quartier comprenait aussi un grand cimetière,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nommé d’après le village qui correspondait jadis </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à cette partie de Prague.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena s’y promenait la nuit</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dès le plus jeune âge, sans crainte des rôdeurs,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cherchant dans le bourdonnement </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d’une ville jamais tout à fait assoupie</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le calme qu’elle ne trouvait pas chez ses parents.</span></span></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Elle prenait le tramway seule. Les allers-retours<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sur les lignes ne duraient qu’un instant<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">quand ses pensées affleuraient à la surface,<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">dialogues et images, venant envahir<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">son esprit comme la buée couvre une vitre.<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Le cahotement des machines ne la perturbait pas,<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ni le défilé des lumières, ni le chahut de la ville.<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Irenka se laissait porter, tant qu’elle s’oubliait ;<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">et c’était ce qu’elle recherchait : <br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">un ravissement en soi comme forme de l’oubli.</span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-4309f304-c87b-89b4-067d-6350fc684db3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">À l’école de la jeune Tchécoslovaquie,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle fut une élève discrète et rêveuse,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ni cancre, ni tête de classe, une bonne élève </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ordinaire, qu’on vilipendait uniquement </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour son étourderie. À 11 ans, elle poursuivit </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">en école professionnelle.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle aimait les lieux dédié à l’étude,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les rituels scandés par les maîtres successifs,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les règles de vie en commun,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les méthodes d’apprentissage,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce système de normes tacites ou rappelées </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sans cesse, qui donnaient ordre et sens</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à ce qui, autrement, serait resté informe,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ses années d’adolescence.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Parfois elle ressentait dans le creux du ventre une douleur,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">elle se sentait nauséeuse, et la famille en plaisantait,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">« Enceinte à douze ans, déjà faite pour la rue ».<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Un malaise indéfinissable, qu’elle aurait voulu vomir ; <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">et c’est ce qu’elle fit en cachette :<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">dans la propriété que possédaient ses oncles,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">elle crachait au fond du jardin les grands repas de famille,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">et s’allongeait dans l’herbe en attendant que se dissipent<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">les derniers accords des fêtes.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Plus jeune, elle n'était pas avare de critiques envers les femmes, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">en recourant aux lieux communs qu'on dirait misogynes (cancanières, coquettes, capricieuses, imprévisibles ...).</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les femmes maternantes et douces, elle les appelait "les vaches".</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle préférait nettement la compagnie des hommes, et il est même possible qu'elle ait regretté son sexe.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle disait qu'elle imitait en cela le discours de certains proches,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais qu'il s'y mêlait également la peur d'enfanter à son tour, la honte même d'y songer.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il lui eût fallu un repère,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">occuper une place</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au sein des générations.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Alors, peut-être, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">n'eût-elle pas ressenti </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce malaise qui devait</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">persister toute sa vie.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Toutes les photographies de sa jeunesse ont disparu.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle disait que cela valait mieux.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ne voulait pas se souvenir de son visage.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dans sa famille, on vantait la beauté </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de ses jambes, dès l’enfance, puis</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dès l’adolescence, ses fesses. Ses seins,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">on s’en moquait, ils étaient trop petits.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Toute sa vie durant, elle s’ingénia,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">en fonction des modes féminines, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à trouver des habits amples et pratiques,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce qui n’était pas chose aisée.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Certaines périodes, elle s’affamait.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle avait de la sympathie pour l'adolescente qu'elle avait été.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Une jeune fille butée, selon son entourage.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un mot lui venait en tchèque : "zamlklá",</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"taciturne". Non qu'elle ait été rebelle, mais son attitude exprimait une réticence,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">une indocilité foncière qui venaient démentir une obéissance de façade.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">De ce point de vue, elle avait peu changé.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">À sa manière de se mettre en retrait, on percevait encore,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">bien plus tard, ce refus.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle qui se méfiait des mots, elle se retrouva employée dans une imprimerie.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ne lisait toutefois pas ce qui était publié.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle avait pour mission de concevoir papiers et caractères dans des ouvrages de qualité.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Je crois qu'elle aimait cette création silencieuse ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la part uniquement matérielle de la littérature.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">C'est ainsi qu'elle acquit une petite réputation comme ouvrière spécialisée.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pourquoi avait-elle travaillé, si jeune, dans une usine,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle qui venait d'un milieu aisé ? Elle évoquait la crise,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui frappait sa famille, d'une certaine déchéance sociale, quoiqu'atténuée </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">par le petit patrimoine qu'elle possédait par ailleurs. Et puis,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">personne n'aurait pu l'empêcher de concevoir de ses mains, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans les exhalaisons de produits chimiques, au milieu des machines.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il n'y avait rien de romantique pour une femme à se glisser entre elles,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d'égal à égal, les membres douloureux, les doigts recouverts d'encre ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais c'était là son choix, et le seul possible, elle en était persuadée.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un dénommé Ilja Krupka entra dans la vie d'Irena </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">autour de l'hiver 1937. Leur rencontre était-elle fortuite, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ou avait-elle été arrangée par leurs deux familles ?</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena ne disait rien de ses sentiments pour lui, seulement </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que sa mère était soulagée qu’elle eût une relation officielle,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme si cela devait protéger la réputation de la famille</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des soupçonneux regards qu’on porte sur les célibataires.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ilja aimait tout ce qu'Irena redoutait : </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les relations sociales, les paroles et les grands sentiments.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il prêtait plus attention au contenu des livres qu'à leur apparence,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et la désinvolture avec laquelle il traitait ces objets irritait Irena.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il respectait pourtant son métier d'ouvrière, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme l’ensemble de sa personne, malgré quelques tromperies.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle n’accepta de l’épouser qu’à la deuxième demande.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les Nazis avaient déjà envahi la Tchécoslovaquie.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On dispose de très peu d'informations sur le jeune couple. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eurent-ils des moments de bonheur, malgré la peur, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les déplacements, la guerre ? Quoi qu'il en fût,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ils ne purent goûter longtemps les joies d’un foyer sûr.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ilja fut arrêté quelques mois après leur mariage, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">du fait de ses sympathies communistes, mais on le relâcha.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il mourut à la fin de la guerre d’une balle perdue.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena, quant à elle, obtint par son travail de quitter le pays.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-9649051f-be38-4b1d-431d-3882c54d7e91" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">La famille d'Irena brûla tous ses papiers.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">Le 15 mars 1939 et les jours qui suivirent, alors que les armées d'Hitler se répandaient</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">en Tchécoslovaquie, de nombreux foyers firent de même.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">Une lourde odeur de cendres, s'échappant des maisons, enveloppait la ville de Prague.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">Albums, documents et courrier flambèrent dans un poêle, de peur </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">qu'ils fussent compromettants, ou bien par discrétion, par pudeur ou par honte,</span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">afin que rien de personnel ne fût saisi.</span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mon pays a la douceur d'un poing qui se referme sur la neige, la tendresse d'un craquement sourd et d'une blancheur qui disparaît, un matin de janvier quand les yeux s'usent de clarté, mon pays a la beauté des choses que l'on croyait saisir, et qui vous brûlent au creux des paumes.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena partit vers la Suisse en décembre 1939, avec l'espoir que son époux la rejoindrait.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;">En quelques mois, les Allemands avaient imposé leurs lois au pays,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">chacun vivait le souffle court. Des histoires circulaient,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sur des enfants enlevés, des personnes arrêtées, des tortures, des dénonciations.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quand le taxi l'avait emmenée vers la gare munie de ses papiers, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle avait fait un discret signe en direction d'Ilja.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il avait dû répondre d'un geste de la main, mais la voiture ayant déjà </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>amorcé un </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">virage, elle ne put pas l'apercevoir.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dans le domaine de l'imprimerie, les modèles suisses</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">devaient s'imposer après la guerre, la neutralité </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">du pays ayant permis aux typographes ainsi qu'aux ingénieurs</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de poursuivre leur travail, sans que leur style fût connoté</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme pouvait l'être la fraktur. Livres, journaux et affiches</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">jouaient sur les contrastes, la sobriété des lignes </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ou la fantaisie du dessin, l'intégration de photographies.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena découvrit toutes ces expérimentations, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et l'importance du graphisme dans ces avancées techniques.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle reçut une forme d'éducation artistique</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">durant les sept années où elle était réfugiée</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">loin de ceux qui disparaissaient les uns après les autres.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">En 1945, Irena était déjà veuve à 28 ans.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Revenue en Tchécoslovaquie, elle ne parvint pas à retrouver du travail dans l'imprimerie, et exerça plusieurs petits métiers dans l'industrie textile.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mais ces tâches manuelles qui avaient assuré sa subsistance lui répugnaient désormais.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena rêvait de faire des études et de repartir à l'étranger.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ne fréquenta aucune université, mais acheta un livre en français.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle n'en comprit pas une ligne.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena était parfaitement bilingue en allemand et en tchèque ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le français, elle ne l'avait jamais appris.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Peut-être ne pouvait-elle se sauver tout à fait qu'en adoptant une autre langue,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se sauver de l'intime et de ce qui l'avait brisé.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">C'est à cette même époque qu'elle développa un fort attrait pour la photographie.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Des traces, elle suivait des traces, traquant la bête,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'événement. Elle s'attachait aux indices </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">du passage d'un enfant farceur</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et terrible. Son œil, lui, était caché</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">derrière les objectifs. Et après tout, de l'histoire,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la grande comme la petite,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">n'était-elle pas restée, précisément, hors-champ ?</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dans un album j'ai réuni mes photos, les éclaboussures d'eau et le flou des branchages, des femmes et des hommes ternis par la guerre, statufiés par la peur, l'attente, la peine, dans leurs habits de toile raide, presque effacés déjà, peut-être ne voulais-je conserver que cela, les rivières et les arbres secoués par le brise, la grisaille lumineuse des matins sur les champs, tout ce qui, dans son cours, débordait, éclatait, quand les humains demeuraient immobiles.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Je pense qu'Irena aurait voulu photographier Ilja.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L'impossibilité de fixer la lumière de son visage venait en quelque sorte accréditer sa mort.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena photographiait les arbres, les rivières, les pelouses dans la frustration de ne pouvoir y déceler son époux.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mais cette hypothèse, elle l'aurait sûrement rejetée d'un haussement d'épaule.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">C'était comme si l'évènement n'avait jamais eu lieu : </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un simple effacement, ne laissant aucune trace tangible. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Une mort enregistrée pourtant, inscrite sur des listes, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais sans corps. Rien qu'un nom l'attestait. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Une fracture s'était faite dont l'origine lui échappait,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et qui toutefois envahissait, tentaculaire, sa propre vie.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ne cesserait pas de s'étendre, de se creuser en elle,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">impossible à abolir, ni à réduire, ni à combler.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena choisit la même œuvre en tchèque et en français.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle chercha des correspondances entre sa langue maternelle et le texte étranger,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">puis compara. Les systèmes des temps ne se ressemblaient pas ; le français avait des ressources pour dire le passé</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que ne possédait pas le tchèque, tandis que ce dernier </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">exprimait sans équivalent l'inaccompli, l'inachevé.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ne perdit pas courage.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">En Suisse, il lui était arrivé d'échanger avec des individus dont la langue lui était opaque.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena n'avait plus peur de se confronter à l'inconnu.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Comme si la photographie rendait nécessaire </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de connaître le nom</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des objets fixés sur l'image,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme si le langage devait imiter le geste</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d'appuyer sur le déclencheur,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena apprit le vocabulaire des plantes</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et leur traduction en français,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dédoublant le monde</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">en deux idiomes conjoints.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ainsi les herbes ont-elles leur revers d'argent,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les arbres d'ombre, mêlée d'autres ombres.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Viorne kalina, saxifrage lomikámen,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pulsatille koniklec, myosotis pomněnka.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Au vague, à l'ambigu, à l'incommensurable,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">opposer noms et images.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">À la maladie sans contours,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ni traits, ni origines que l'on pût distinguer</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">opposer des symptômes,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la machinerie des témoignages</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et des taxonomies.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle voyait dans la photo</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">une manière de typographie</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d'un morceau de réel.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Une traduction </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">en lumière et en signes.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dans la rue Martinska de Prague, une diseuse de bonne aventure attrapait souvent la main des passantes de son choix.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle devait agir discrètement pour qu'on ne la chassât pas.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un matin, c'est Irena qu'elle repéra devant l'église, alors qu'elle ramenait des sacs de courses.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena n'était pas superstitieuse, mais par bonté, ou par un sentiment inavoué de solidarité, elle ne repoussa pas la vieille dame.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tu as connu un grand malheur, ah, sans lire ta main je le sais.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tu te remarieras pourtant, et tu auras des enfants.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena hocha la tête malgré son incrédulité,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et, comme un secret que l'on garde contre soi, elle retint ces paroles.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vie cousue de fil blanc, fable de vie peut-être, me disais-je en voyant les insectes grimper sur la vitre, solidaire de leur sérieux, de leur fragilité, en équilibre dans l'entre-deux qui n'est ni ciel ni terre, à la merci de plus fort qu'eux, du vent ou de la pluie, je pensais : "ma souffrance est cet instant très pur, contemplatif et pur, dans la voix de Cassandre avant qu'elle ne se brise".</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena se mit à éviter de monter sur les chaises ou de traverser les ponts.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ressentait trop d'attirance pour le vide, comme si un poids menaçait de la faire basculer.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les couteaux les plus tranchants restaient rangés dans le tiroir.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le médecin lui demanda si elle souhaitait mourir.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ne sut pas répondre.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena regrettait qu'on balayât les feuilles</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et les pétales tombés sur le pavé des villes,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">bien que cela fût prudent.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle aimait ce gâchis de couleurs</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">estompant un peu l'austérité des pierres,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et l'épanouissement à contre-temps</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de certaines plantes coriaces.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Au bas de son immeuble,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la viorne en fleurs à la fin de l'hiver</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">embaumait l'air d'un parfum doucereux.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle tenta de la photographier.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sur l'image, un involontaire effet de flou</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">donnait l'impression que la fragrance</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">était palpable, voile blanc</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui, tendrement, enveloppait l'arbre.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mais elle luttait contre ce goût.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il lui fallait toujours chercher la précision</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme une forme de salut.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-d69554d3-3785-fe31-65e4-5b0aae11eee4" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Les premiers témoignages des déportés à Terezín </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">furent publiés dans les trois ans </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">qui suivirent le conflit mondial. Un mémorial</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">y fut inauguré le 6 mai 1947.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">De cette forteresse, les Nazis s’étaient emparés,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">pour en faire un ghetto et un camp.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Irena remarqua le nom du rabbin Richard Feder</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">et le titre de son livre, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Židovská tragédie</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">L’exemplaire non encore relié avait été posé </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sur le rebord d’une étagère,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">dans une librairie qui avait appartenu </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">à une famille juive. Un employé l’avait reprise.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Irena lut âprement quelques pages, </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">et referma le témoignage qu’elle oublia sur une pile.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ne craignait pas la chute, <i>pád</i>,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais <i>padání</i>, l'action de chuter,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sans équivalent en français. La terreur</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de traverser le vide, de se sentir tomber.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le monde de l'imprimerie était en pleine évolution,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">conséquence des débats divers sur la typographie,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ancienne ou moderne, épurée ou ornée,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de même que des progrès de la photocomposition,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui remplaçait l'assemblage des caractères de plomb.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Durant ses années en Suisse, Irena s'était intéressée</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au principe lithographique des machines Tipary,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et elle était frustrée que ne soit mis à profit</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce savoir balbutiant, fruit de ses observations.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle aurait souhaité s'engager au service des presses</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dont les activités secrètes, durant les années de guerre,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">avaient été indispensables à la Résistance tchèque.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ainsi aurait-elle cru rompre avec une passivité</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui ne cessait de lui peser. Elle ne savait néanmoins </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">vers qui elle pouvait se tourner, et sa honte d’avoir trahi</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">en partant à l’étranger la retenait de chercher.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La valise est prête : habits, nécessaire de toilette, appareil photo, livres et médicaments.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un train emportera Irena vers Paris.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle s'efforce ne pas penser aux lieux qu'elle quitte pour de bon.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Deux tours de clefs, une volée de marches, une porte d'immeuble qui se referme lourdement,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le doucereux parfum de la viorne,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et puis son corps qui lui paraît flotter à travers l'espace.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Au début du printemps 1947, en s'éveillant dans un train à l'aube,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">on voyait de sombres paysages constellés de fleurs blanches.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena regrettait que la vitre trouble du wagon</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'empêchât de prendre des photos.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son regard se perdait dans ce monde sans couleur,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui se déployait sur des kilomètres de plaines.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">En surimpression, le reflet de son visage, creusé et ridé</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme s'il avait brusquement vieilli.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quand il fit pleinement jour, Irena ferma le rideau de son compartiment, et se rendormit.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les secousses du train s'intégraient aux scénarios agités que lui jouait sa psyché,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des songes qui oscillaient entre rêve et cauchemar, ambivalents et réversibles.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La machine cahotait de droite à gauche sur les voies mal réparées.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena se réveilla juste pour constater qu'elle était en France, enfin expatriée.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Depuis plusieurs nuits, je rêve d'une lumière dévorante, d'abord douce et festive, puis de plus en plus inquiétante, émoussant les silhouettes sous une épaisse blancheur. Ses nappes éblouissantes deviennent feu ravageur que nul ne peut arrêter. Cachés dans des caves, les survivants à ce fléau n'espèrent le calmer que par des sacrifices, et jettent dans les flammes leurs enfants en bas âge. À mes yeux, rien n’autorise de tels meurtres, pas même la peur du feu : l'injustice me serre le cœur plus que l'attente anxieuse de ma propre destruction, et pour échapper à ces scènes révulsantes, je vis recluse dans une maison déserte. Mais des visions me poursuivent, insistantes, terribles. Chaque nuit, ma passion pour la lumière se transforme en cauchemar, où m'apparaissent des visages qui se consument.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena ressemblait de plus en plus à Ilja, et ce jusque dans ses rêves.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle expliqua un jour l'avoir « incorporé », </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme si elle avait volé son âme, si tant est qu'il en eût une.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ainsi ne percevait-elle pas le monde selon ses seules valeurs, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais également d'après le regard supposé de son mari.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ce dédoublement était parfois cause de débats</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">où elle osait affronter le jugement d'Ilja, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sa pensée se déployant dans un tribunal intérieur.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle avait toujours fait cette expérience de vivre pour plusieurs,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et cette voix arrachée avait rejoint à son tour </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce que d’un triste humour elle nommait « le cénacle ».</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Arrivée en France, Irena dut à nouveau faire ses preuves dans l'industrie.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bien trop qualifiée pour les emplois qu'elle occupait,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle souffrait de découragement et d'ennui.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Elle qualifiait ce sentiment d'un mot : « </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ponížení</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> », l'humiliation</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de l'ouvrière accomplie qu'on avait jadis admirée.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle était installée sous les toits d'un immeuble</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">situé aux Batignolles, dans le Nord de Paris.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son logement était exigu, mais elle s'en contentait.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle se promenait longuement par les rues, plongée </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans ses pensées, la démarche un peu mécanique,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sourde au vacarme urbain. La géométrie du quartier,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ses voies perpendiculaires, répondaient à son besoin</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d'une errance presque méthodique, de parcours</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">réitérés dans le cœur fourmillant de la ville.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">D’autres qu’Irène, on aurait dit qu’ils avaient tout perdu.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mais, pour sa part, Irène avait toujours eu le sentiment </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de ne rien posséder. Elle ne pouvait pas perdre </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce qu’on ne lui avait pas donné. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le monde où elle avait grandi était en sursis,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et sa place dans ce monde était indécise et précaire,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et toute forme de transmission lui avait été refusée.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">« Je n’ai emporté que la honte », disait-elle.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Depuis la petite enfance, elle faisait ce vœu</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d'être étrangère, reniant sa famille,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme celle-ci l'avait reniée, sous prétexte</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de plaisanteries : « On t'a trouvée</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans les égouts ». Elle faisait croire</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à autrui qu’elle ne parlait ni le tchèque </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ni l’allemand, mais un idiome </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">formé de syllabes aléatoires. À présent,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle pensait souvent en français,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et c'était comme si cet exil</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à l’intérieur du langage </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">avait déjà été choisi quand elle était fillette.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">« Plus de lignée, plus de patrie,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ni le lourd héritage des mots »,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se disait-elle, « être à soi </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans cette désappropriation </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la pure langue des rêves ».</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tu vis dans ces trains qui traversent des espaces jamais nommés. J'ai tes mains aux paumes larges, tandis que toi, tu as mes yeux. Nous parlons clandestins la langue codée d'un jeu d'enfant, d'une voix qui n'ose aventurer le moindre chuchotement. Tu es ce portrait que j'observe sous une mince plaque de verre, à la fois précis et légèrement déformé. Je renais où tu renais sous des aspects divers, exhalant chacune de tes facettes comme un parfum changeant.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La rue des Dames est très ancienne.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Autrefois un chemin,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle menait à l’abbaye de sœurs</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">bénédictines située sur la Butte Montmartre.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Des rues portent le nom</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de quelques-unes d’entre elles.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena se renseignait sur l’histoire du quartier.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle l’arpentait chaque jour, des Abbesses</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à la Place de Clichy, avant de flâner </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au Square des Batignolles, où il lui prenait</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">parfois une sorte de fièvre.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un beau jardin à l’anglaise, noyers,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">saules, noisetiers, et un printemps </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">brutal, éclatant de lumière tremblante.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Des petits enfants y passaient rêveurs </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans les jupes de leurs nourrices.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un voisin lui apprit que, dans plusieurs rues,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beudant, La Condamine, Legendre,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et les Dames, des barricades avaient dressées</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">durant la Commune de Paris, les 21 et 22 mai</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1871, afin de défendre l’accès à Montmartre.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lors de la répresssion, les cadavres </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des Fédérés avait été jetés dans des fosses</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et recouverts de chaux</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au parc Monceau et sous le kiosque à musique </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">du Square des Batignolles.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le jardin à l’anglaise, la fièvre, les saules tortueux, le noyer du Caucase, dans les quartiers embourgeoisés non loin du Paris nocturne, l’ancienne Petite Pologne, « fameux repaire pour la pègre », de Saint-Lazare aux Batignolles (souvent on me confond avec les Polonaises), les cinémas, les grands cafés où l’on n’a jamais froid. La passerelle vers Montmartre, qui surplombe le cimetière. La patience des prostituées.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rue des Dames des Batignolles,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">une main au col, main usée, gantée.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L’usine électrique alimentant le quartier </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">illumine un bouquet de police mistral</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sous des couronnes de lumières.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Place de Clichy, la foule est dense, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">en cercle, comme glissent les menus</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">personnages que représentent</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les peintres dans les scènes hivernales.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">« Debout, les damnés de la terre », </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">grésille le vinyle du voisin savetier.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">« Je tiens à peine debout », songe Irène,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">« et pourrais-je me joindre à ces voix</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">incertaines ; pourrais-je, d’un pas fier, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">venir grossir le rang des foules </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui tournoient sur les places de la ville ».</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-559dbcb7-5b80-d982-9c26-d31205f30d12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">S’élançant sur les pages,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le dynamisme du A et du E,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des lettres capitales,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais de celles-là surtout,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la réjouissait. Et les accents,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">français À É, tchèques É Ě,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">légers comme du nylon,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des collants de nylon,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la réjouissaient tout autant.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: start; white-space: normal;" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les dimanches, elle prenait des trains de banlieue </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour partir jusqu'aux confins de la région parisienne.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Drôle de touriste, se disait-elle, à rechercher </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">non le pittoresque, et moins encore la beauté,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais l'uniformité rassurante des lotissements</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui s'accordait à son exil, l'effacement du singulier </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">par laquelle son pays, envahi, scindé, réuni,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ne cessait de se retirer, laissant un espace vide.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Avant même son départ, elle avait senti son reflux,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'adieu du familier qui la laissait démunie.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle l'avait plusieurs fois perdu sous sa forme politique,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle apprenait à le perdre à l'intérieur d'elle-même.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Des années plus tard, je me suis aperçue </i></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>que de ce temps-là, toutes les photographies </i></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>constituaient des tombeaux. </i></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Les paysages, leur beauté sans majesté, </i></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>leur insignifiance même, tout cela</i></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>était recouvert d’un seul masque de cendre,</i></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>un seul crêpe argenté.</i></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ce Louis Henriot à la petite moustache l'exaspérait avec ses doux sourires.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena l'évitait franchement quand, l'air de rien,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il se mettait sur son chemin à la sortie de l'usine. Les mains enfoncées </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans les poches, la mine renfrognée, elle regardait ses pieds avec application.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La première fois qu'ils engagèrent la conversation, elle eut les larmes aux yeux.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son odeur et ses manières lui inspiraient du dégoût,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui se fixait sur la moustache, tramblotant au dessus de ses lèvres. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ressentait de la colère, et sans raison particulière, aurait pu l'agonir d'injures.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ne dit mot, pourtant. Elle serra les dents,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ravalant je ne sais quelle haine, je ne sais quelle douleur</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(peut-être héroïquement, comme par un acte de résistance).</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il lui demanda si elle était mariée ; elle acquiesça.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">« Mais vous vivez seule en France ? ».</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">« C'est que mon époux voyage.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oui, il est parti en voyage. Et il ne revient pas ».</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un salon de thé de Constantinople, ou serait-ce une ville de l'Union Soviétique ? Les vitres troublées par le tabac et la buée. Tu émiettes entre tes doigts un gâteau à la rose, seul parmi le bourdonnement des voix anciennes, une lenteur d'insomnie dans tes gestes. Tu as fait un long voyage dont tu ne te souviens pas. Tu n'en as gardé que la compréhension des langues qui se murmurent autour de toi. Demain d'autres escales laisseront sur ta peau une odeur de violette. Tu portes le gâteau à ta bouche. </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dans la vitrine d'une boutique,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">une chouette empaillée.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les yeux ronds, telle un jouet,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">avec des yeux de verre.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">« Comme les hibous,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">je n’ai pas vraiment de nid ».</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rapace inoffensif arraché</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">aux forêts, et n'ayant conservé,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de sa vie suspendue,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que la solitude,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le recueillement monastique, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">imperturbable</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des oiseaux de nuit.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Des nuits entières, elle ne dormait pas,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">quoiqu'elle se sentît plongée dans un profond sommeil,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un engourdissement de l'être. Il était ironique</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de ne pouvoir atteindre la surface de l'éveil,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de demeurer sous la glace, pour une telle insomniaque.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On eût dit pour un peu qu'elle était enfermée</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans une tour enchantée, où le temps était suspendu.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mais elle s'était échappée, se fondant parmi les corps </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des millions d’exilés qui sillonnaient l’Europe.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle avait la mémoire touffue des forêts d'aubépine, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un cœur d'horloge arrêtée ; néanmoins, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">quelque chose d’elle avait réussi à fuir,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à tromper la torpeur des princesses emmurées.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena désira savoir ce qui s'était passé</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>à Terezín. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">Plus de trente mille personnes</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">étaient mortes entre ces murs. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle fut informée qu'on y avait tourné </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">deux films à des fins de propagande, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour berner la Croix-Rouge</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sur les conditions d'existence</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des prisonniers. Dolce vita en terrasse,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">concerts et festivités, décors</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de carton-pâte, faux témoignages. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena se sentit exsangue. Dès lors,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les publicités lui parurent terrifiantes, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">leur trucage presque criminel,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">masquant par le mensonge l'horreur</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d'un immense cadavre. La charogne</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qu'on servait sur les tables dominicales.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>Elle eût voulu que les images<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>fussent témoins à sa place,<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>qu'elles tinssent lieu de souvenir.<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>Ses messagers, dont pourtant<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>aucune </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">nouvelle ne lui revenait,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>car elles étaient défaillantes,<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>et potentiellement trompeuses,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">ainsi que toute magie, blanche,<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">noire : </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">blancs oiseaux </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">voyageurs, <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">noirs coursiers de la mémoire.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un hiver à perdre la tête, devinant sa présence brisée à travers une forêt de signes, me délectant d’amour, ce bonheur lancinant, retrouver, rendre vie, cet hiver-là je l'ai suivi jusqu'au rivage où il s'est évanoui.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Une voisine, Sofia S., l'avait invitée</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à venir boire le thé dans la chambre</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de bonne qu'elle occupait aussi</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sous les toits de l'immeuble.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle l'avait partagée avec sa mère </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">jusqu'à la mort de cette dernière.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Depuis, elle vivait seule. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena l'appréciait beaucoup,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais une gêne les éloignait, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sans doute de même nature. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elles devinaient chacune</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce que l'autre avait vécu, mais</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour s'en s'en expliquer, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il eût fallu évoquer leurs souvenirs.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elles ne pouvaient se parler</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">parce qu'elles s'étaient reconnues.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena confia toutefois</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le deuil de ses compatriotes.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">La mascarade, </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">l'horreur </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;">de ces trompe-l'œil,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les grimaces des victimes.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sofia affirma qu'elle ne savait pas.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle était abasourdie que cela</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ait eu lieu. Elle ne le mentionna</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">plus néanmoins par la suite.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dans le miroir, quel autre visage</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se tenait derrière le sien,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">masque de chair ? Quel regard</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qu'Irena redoutait de croiser</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de peur d'en mourir pétrifiée ?</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le cercle de bois au-dessus </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de l'évier exhibait sa tête coupée,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais il demeurait invaincu.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena fuyait son reflet, ce double</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui, par transparence, aurait dû</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">laisser deviner, la bête, le monstre</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au portrait si familier, si semblable</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à ses propres traits, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qu'on pouvait les confondre.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena demanda à Louis Henriot s'il avait des contacts</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans l'imprimerie, sa seule spécialité.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Une entreprise reconnue cherchait de la main-d'œuvre,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais il fallait quitter Paris pour déménager plus au Sud.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena, qui ressentait un irrésistible désir de fuir,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de ne s'enraciner nulle part, sous peine d'être menacée,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">poursuivie par une hantise qui grandissait en elle,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">n'y voyait pas d'inconvénient. Elle se renseigna aussitôt.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Saint-Amand-Montrond. Irena passe rapidement un entretien d'embauche.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle répond précisément aux questions qu'on lui pose, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">malgré son français hésitant. Elle connaît chaque détail technique,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et pourrait à l'aveugle actionner les machines, les démonter, les réparer.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle distingue à leur odeur les papiers et les encres ; les livres représentent</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">une excroissance d'elle-même : elle en sent les limites et les aspérités</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme s'il s'agissait des propriétés de son corps.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ne peine pas à convaincre durant les essais.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Louis Henriot lui glissa l'adresse d'une connaissance installée dans le Berry.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Une relation à qui parler ne serait pas de refus dans une petite ville </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">où une femme seule, et de surcroît étrangère, ne passait pas inaperçue.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Malgré la méfiance que lui inspirait son collègue, Irena garda le papier.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle réunit ses maigres affaires, et déménagea de nouveau.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">C'était le fils d'immigrés italiens. Il avait 28 ans.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dès leur première rencontre, Irena désira</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">photographier son visage, par pure superstition,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">car une pudeur, le sentiment d'un interdit</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'aurait empêchée de jamais développer l'image.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il lui évoque les brumes qui recouvrent les lacs au printemps,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et la beauté des paysages de montagne. Certains mènent là-bas</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">une existence très solitaire, sur les hauts alpages où l'on conduit les bêtes,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ou encore à la chasse accompagné d'un chien.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L'existence rigoureuse que l'on mène tout près de la frontière </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le fait rêver, lui qui n'en a rien connu, non plus que cette langue rare,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le frioulan. Il raconte tout cela qu'il tient de ses parents.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena quant à elle parle peu de son pays,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle ne mentionne même pas qu'elle a vécu en Suisse.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle est née dans l'ancien Empire d'Autriche-Hongrie.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son premier souvenir doit remonter à ses trois ans,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">explique-t-il à Irena. Une fête, des banderoles de papier,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le chapeau de feutre de son père. C'était un jour heureux,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ses parents s'amusaient à le coiffer du couvre-chef, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et lui se sentait fier d'avoir l'air d'un monsieur. Irena sourit,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais son visage se crispe, de la joie d'être sa confidente </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à la tristesse de n'avoir rien d'analogue à confier.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Regrette-t-elle de ne pouvoir se souvenir ainsi de son père,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">émue et tendre, d'avoir une enfance à chérir,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme un havre sûr où revenir en pensées ?</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ce retour lui est impossible. Elle est de celles et ceux</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">auxquels il n'est jamais donné d'éprouver de la nostalgie.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La rumeur de leur amour se répandit comme une traînée de poudre.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il y eut peut-être des regards insistants qu'Irena ne sentit pas.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle était absorbée par son nouveau travail, où elle était appréciée.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le soir, elle rejoignait cet amant dont l'apparence la fascinait.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non qu'elle ne perçût pas ses manœuvres de séduction malhabiles ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena n'était pas dupe des illusions dont il aurait pu s'entourer.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle devait justement l'aimer pour tous les personnages </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que, faute de conviction, il renonçait à incarner.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le doute la traverse qu'elle aime </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un autre en lui,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ou qu'un autre aime en elle.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mais non, les fantômes qui l'habitent</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">restent enfermés derrière les portes</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de son château de Barbe-Bleu</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(c'est ainsi qu'elle conçoit son esprit).</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les chambres ne communiquent pas.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dans l'une d'elles, Ilja.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle mentionne sa mort sans plus </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de détail. Et ses parents ? Disparus. </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">De tous les fantômes, le mien est le seul qui manque à l’appel. Où es-tu, petit fantôme ? Où es-tu ?</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-4ee56ddd-b840-f3c0-7121-fc7d5118f5c2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Irena se souvint de son corps non comme un simple outil, mais écoute et frisson.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">L'intimité avec cet homme éveillait une part d'elle-même qu'elle avait ignorée ;</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ces sensations la surprenaient par leur force et leur acuité.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jusqu'alors, elle s'était contrainte à des relations violentes, cédant au plus pressant,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">incapable de se défendre, si ce n'était parfois de justesse, par ruse.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Elle avait mis son corps au service des autres, envahie par le sentiment d'avoir déjà</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">tout perdu, respect, intégrité, sans parler de cet honneur</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">qui lui paraissait dérisoire. Elle se laissait abuser,</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ne manifestant pas même sa peine ou sa colère, et</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> puis disparaissait.<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pas un mot de reproche, pas une explication. Il fallait juste savoir s'échapper,<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sous divers déguisements, devenir introuvable.<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Avec Ilja, le mariage n'avait pu être consommé.</span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il lui dit qu'il l'apprécie pour sa clarté,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">malgré la barrière de la langue.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il insiste sur ce mot, "clarté",</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les raisonnements se tiennent,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'esprit ne semble jamais troublé,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et quant au bon sens, Irena </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">n'en manque pas. Néanmoins, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il est surpris par ses crises de paniques</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sur les pentes trop escarpées,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ses absences brutales, son besoin </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de s'isoler. La clarté se révèle un leurre </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme un reflet éblouissant</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ricoche sur le dos puissant d'une rivière.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle finit timidement par lui parler de son enfance.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les spectacles de marionnettes qui l'effrayaient dans la Vieille Ville.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ces membres et faces désarticulés qu'agitaient des mains cachées.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle leur préférait les décors éphémères aux couleurs chatoyantes, les menus objets, les costumes.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les intrigues complexes que nouaient les personnages ne retenaient pas son attention.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jamais elle ne s'était rêvée en héroïne ou crapule.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Seul le théâtre de marionnettes teintait sa mémoire de couleurs, comme si un luxe spécial lui avait été accordé.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pour la petite Irenka, Prague n'était à part cela qu'une ville en noir et blanc.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sombres, les statues penchées vers elle sur le pont Charles, le tramway rampant par les rues, et les façades à volutes.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les habits de sa mère par les rues étaient en revanche éclatants, ses dentelles, ses cotonnades, ses étamines, ses soieries.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dès lors qu'elle passait le seuil de leur foyer, tout basculait dans une grisaille d'où émergeaient des formes obscures.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sa mère s'appelait Marie Niederlová.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle était née Seifertová d'Irén et Elmar Seifert.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irena tenait d'elle son amour des beaux objets, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et la distance craintive ou perplexe qu'elle instaurait avec autrui.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">C'était une femme dont on pouvait difficilement déchiffrer les pensées : </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">son visage ne trahissait presque rien de ses émotions,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et elle faisait rarement part de sa tendresse ou sa colère.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jusque dans le mariage, elle avait conservé le désir d'être seule.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ses yeux se perdaient dans le vague alors qu'elle se tenait immobile</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au milieu de la cuisine qu'elle nommait "son bureau".</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le soleil sur la nuque, chaleur inattendue, alors que tout devenait égal, aplani et sûr, les souliers dans le placard face à l'entrée, les outils dans la remise, et la nudité semblable des arbres, tout à coup en oblique est descendue cette lumière crue, ce baiser sans pudeur entre chemise et chevelure ; je me suis retournée, légèrement avancée pour qu'elle me touche en pleine poitrine, juste à l'endroit du cœur.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">En 1950, Irena Krupková, née Niederlová, prit le nom d'Irène Serelli.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les patronymes devenaient caduques les uns après les autres,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">alors que le passé ne cessait de la hanter sous des identités multiples : </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène Irena Reizel Irenka Ilja</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ne se succédaient pas, mais coexistaient en elle,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui s'était voulue aussi simple qu'un rideau de théâtre.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène ne recevait aucune nouvelle de Tchécoslovaquie, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais des journaux lui en donnaient,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des articles étrangers lui parlaient de son pays.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Que pensait-elle des purges des années 50,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">règlements de comptes, procès, lourdes peines, biens saisis ? </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Même à ses proches en France, elle ne confiait jamais ses opinions politiques :</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle ne défendait, ni ne condamnait rien.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Des immigrés polonais qu'elle avait connus à Paris, étaient informés, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">malgré la censure, d'exaction commises contre leur famille ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des lettres faisaient état de la déchéance de leurs doits.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène, elle, les avait déjà perdus. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Et qui eût-elle connu là-bas qui pût encore souffrir ?</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">À l’automne 1951, Irène ressentit des nausées </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui la forcèrent à s’asseoir en plein milieu d'une tâche.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle rentra se reposer. Les nausées persistèrent.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle devina tout de suite qu’elle attendait un enfant,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à la fatigue épaisse qui l'enveloppait comme un cocon.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Malgré les fortes probabilités que cela advînt, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle ne l’avait jusqu'alors aucunement envisagé ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle s'était toujours persuadée qu'elle était stérile.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sa grossesse fut moralement douloureuse.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il aurait fallu accoucher de ses terreurs enfantines</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour laisser place à cet être nouveau, le petit cœur</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">battant aux côtés du sien. Que coexistassent</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des monstres et ce corps innocent, elle en était révulsée.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">S’y ajouait l’angoisse de ne pouvoir aller à l’usine :</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène craignait en effet de perdre son autonomie.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle n’en fut que plus surprise de l’amour éprouvé </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour sa fille qui naquit au début du printemps.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">De l'accouchement, elle ne devait conserver qu'un vague souvenir.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ne vit ni n'entendit sa fille ; le premier contact</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">fut sa peau encore chaude contre la sienne.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Parmi les mots confus qu'elle prononça, elle ne retint que ceux-là,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"mon enfant, c'est mon enfant".</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Une grande détresse l'envahit, et comme l'envie</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d'un enfouissement. Disparaître dans la terre,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle qui venait de mettre au monde.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle devait rester pour sa fille, la toute</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">petite, si fragile, dans le berceau de l'hôpital.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non seulement elle voulait voir grandir son enfant,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais elle ne pouvait l'abandonner.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">C'est ainsi qu'elle devint parent : dans cette lutte</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">contre elle-même, ce commandement de vivre.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Alors que se formait le corps de son enfant,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que se dessinaient ses membres,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">noires feuilles ouvertes des bourgeons</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des mains, des pieds, prolongés de doigts,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène avait assisté à deux morts</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">par suicide. Une personne s'était défenestrée,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'autre s'était jetée sous un train.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dans l'un des wagons, Irena l'avait entendu,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce corps brisé par la machine, bruit</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de pierres que l'on fend, que l'on écrase.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle avait alors songé, le choc passé,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qu'elle avait ainsi été, viande et os</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">disjoints. Mais elle s'était rassemblée,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">quêtant de soi les bouts épars ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et dans son sein meurtri, un arbre avait grandi.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle avait usurpé le rôle de sa propre mère, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">confia-t-elle à son mari.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Seule la maternité, elle ne l'avait pas</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">usurpée, mais elle l'avait toujours crainte.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son mari lui demanda ce qu'elle entendait</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">par ces mots. Elle avait servi de substitut</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à sa mère, auprès de son père. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Personne n'en avait parlé, même si</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cela se savait. Elle se souvenait avec dégoût </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de son corps de méduse contre</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">son corps d'enfant. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son mari la prit dans ses bras,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et lui fit jurer de le raconter plus tard,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à leur fille devenue grande.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Une athlète du silence, voilà ce que j’ai été. Du plus loin que je me souvienne, je devais taire des choses. On ne me l’a jamais demandé, mais je savais qu’il fallait le taire, qu’aucun mot d’ailleurs ne pourrait le qualifier. L’enfance que j’aurais dû avoir, c’était une course de longue haleine. Ne pas faillir, ne rien montrer de sa douleur. Tenir : comme on dit de tenir parole ; moi j’ai tenu silence ; car j’étais lié par un serment à l’infamie. Je l’ai trahi.</span></span></div><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-33afb418-9ef9-f979-497c-74a668976158" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-33afb418-9ef9-f979-497c-74a668976158" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-33afb418-9ef9-f979-497c-74a668976158" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-33afb418-9ef9-f979-497c-74a668976158" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-33afb418-9ef9-f979-497c-74a668976158" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">« Je ne peux pas te sauver », reconnaît son mari. « Je ne dois </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pas même essayer, car je sais qu'il s'agirait plutôt de me racheter. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">De quoi ? Les crimes des autres ? Je me sens coupable </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour les autres. Néanmoins, si j'expiais leurs fautes, justice</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ne serait pas rendue : ils nous auraient brisés ensemble,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nous qui ne sommes pas responsables des crimes de tes aînés ».</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quand elle tenta de raconter son histoire</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle ne se souvint pas de tout</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(et, disait-elle, jamais </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle ne se souviendrait de tout) ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la mémoire est latence,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">affaire de processus chimiques.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un souvenir demeure d’abord invisible</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">avant que de petites taches</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se forment à l’esprit, disparates, dénuées</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de sens. Ainsi en va-t-il également </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des particules d’halogénure d’argent </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui apparaissent sous l’effet d’un révélateur.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Longtemps, elle s’était efforcée</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d’empêcher qu’à sa conscience </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">certains événements n’affleurent.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Désormais, elle cherchait au contraire </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à en fixer les images. Mais dans l’obscurité </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">une partie du passé s’était condensée,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">épaisse, muette. Parfois même </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des images fantômes se superposaient </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au dépôt du temps, ainsi qu’un reflet</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans une vitre la nuit dissimule un intérieur.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle s'était inventé des maladies,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des maladies de tous ordres,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">férue d'études de cas,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de descriptions médicales.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mais, partout, la misère </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui n'avait pas de nom</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">étalait ses stigmates, hors </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et sous les regards, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à Prague comme à Paris.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle avait vu bien des femmes,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">enceintes trop jeunes</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans des circonstances troubles,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des femmes sans postérité</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au service de plus retors qu'elles.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Des femmes qui se mouraient</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de la pauvreté disait-on, ou encore </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de l'alcool. C'était néanmoins</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de la violence qu'elles portaient</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les traces, jusque dans l'évitement</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">têtu des récits de leur enfance.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rejet, effacement, exil</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de nombreuses femmes de la rue,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ou au contraire des couvents,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des maisons closes, partageant</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la même grammaire de la douleur, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la même maladie du silence.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-6755054f-b313-1b31-dc10-1d26f175c508" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Quel cri, si nous crions,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">quel chœur de voix étouffées</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">pouvons-nous faire entendre ?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rien ne nous lie</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">dont nous ferions une fierté,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">une sorte de distinction ;</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">nous n'avons de commun</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">que l'expérience impossible</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">de la mort sans mourir.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Et qui retiendrait nos paroles ?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nos solitudes ne se peuvent</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">réunir, et nous portons,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">pour tout bagage,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">notre propre destruction.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La mauvaise herbe, c'est le sang :</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il est donc impossible </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de la séparer du bon grain. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dans ses veines,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle a toujours poussé, l'ivraie</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de la violence, insidieuse.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"D'amis qui nous ont fait du mal,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nous pouvons nous éloigner</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour ne plus qu'à leur méfait</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">notre être soit associé.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">En revanche, de son sang</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">on ne peut s'arracher". </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène ajoutait : "Des tragédies</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">décidées par les dieux,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">voilà ce que les anciens ont fait</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de ces histoires de famille.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mais ce sont les hommes</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui condamnent leurs enfants.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ce sont les hommes</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui se vouent au pourrissement".</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La petite fille est impatiente, robuste et joyeuse.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène ignore comment elle a pu mettre au monde </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un être qui lui ressemble si peu.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle se sent incapable de l'éduquer comme il le faut,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais elle apprend auprès d'elle</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">une manière de parler qui mette la peur</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à distance, qui la conjure enfin.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les mots tendres lui semblent moins suspects </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans une langue étrangère. Elle les répète</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">tout doucement à l'enfant pour s'y habituer.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pourtant, les enfants des autres</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la mettaient mal à l’aise, voire, ils lui faisaient peur.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle les considérait comme un peuple indifférencié</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d’êtres patauds, laids et geignards,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et quand ils grandissaient, elle craignait leur regard</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui la démasquerait, trouvant en elle une faute</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">insoupçonnée des adultes. Elle les évitait,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cachait hors de leur vue son grand corps maladroit,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">blessé à l’endroit de l’enfance, ni fille,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ni femme, à jamais sans âge.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Il n’y avait pas de paradis perdu,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">cet îlot de joie qui demeure<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">incertain, fugace et tremblant<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">comme une petite flamme au loin.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Il n’y avait pas d’enfance.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">L’hypothèse d’un jour paisible<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sans que l’ombre de son corps<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">soit si lourde, si épaisse,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">et dans son dos, s’accroisse ;<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">un crépuscule sans fin.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Depuis toujours elle avait renoncé <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">à sauver quelques souvenirs,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">à extraire de sa mémoire<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ce qui aurait pu paraître intact <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">pour le conserver et, peut-être <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">le chérir. Aucun lieu défendu, <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">arraché au temps, le lieu amène<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">des poètes, le refuge imaginaire.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">L’imaginaire aussi, <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">elle renonçait à le sauver. <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Il n’y avait pas de retour possible.</span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L'enfant gazouille, tempête et s'émerveille de riens ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la voilà qui grandit, ingénieuse et alerte, par sa seule force.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Une telle fougue étourdit ses parents de fierté.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il semble à Irène qu'elle est demeurée stérile,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que l'enfant a crû malgré l'aridité de son corps,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">malgré ce milieu si pauvre, incapable d'accueillir la vie,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de perpétuer les liens d'une filiation brisée.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vouée à veiller sur la petite, Irène est un personnage</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui n'engendrera pas : plutôt que mère, marraine-fée. </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène eût aimé avoir un petit frère</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui l'eût peut-être protégée.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle était la seule fille, et la cadette</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de la famille. À vrai dire,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce petit frère était né, mais n'avait</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pas vécu. Souvent elle y songeait</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">s'imaginant garçon à la place</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de l'enfant mort. Ainsi eût-elle</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">échappé à la malédiction </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d'être femme, au droit brutal</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qu'un père s'arroge sur sa fille.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ce désir rendait impensable</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la maternité, d'où l'impression</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de ne pouvoir tomber enceinte.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle était une chimère, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un être composite, corps de fille</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">violenté, corps de garçon rêvé.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Contre ce mal, quel soutien ?</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L'eût-elle un jour trouvé</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ç'eût été d'un enfant, fragile</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">aussi, secrètement </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">compatissant. Soutien propre</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">aux faibles, par l'esprit,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la ruse, la résistance muette.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mais peut-être un autre enfant</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">eût-il été jaloux de l'élection </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">du crime dont elle faisait l'objet,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">désignée impure, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">hors du monde, par conséquent </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sacrée. Peut-être eût-il fantasmé</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce privilège d'être victime</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(en réalité sacrifiée, broyée</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">du fait de la famille qui finit</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">par la rejeter). Ainsi soupçonnait-</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle certaines connaissances</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de l'avoir jadis enviée</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sans même deviner son histoire,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">désirant prendre sa place,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle qui était l'élue</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de l'abjection et du chagrin.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quoiqu'elle tentât</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour sauver</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les apparences,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène se sentait, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">irrémédiablement,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à part. Il fallait </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">connaître la marge</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à l'intérieur </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de soi, le froid </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mordant désert, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour pouvoir</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un instant soutenir </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce regard ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ou bien être attiré </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">par la vulnérabilité </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l’impuissance</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">inculquée,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la proie facile.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mais même eux,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les minables,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">même eux</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">baissaient les yeux.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle racontait peu.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sa grand-mère paternelle, qui soutenait</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">son fils, comme elle avait auparavant</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">soutenu ses frères. Le silence de sa mère,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui se laissa mourir, dit-on, sans préciser </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de quoi (Irène la perdit à seize ans). </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les remarques salaces, les visites</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nocturnes, les bains partagés,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la honte. Et après de nombreuses années,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle concluait toujours,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">presque incrédule : « Mon histoire, c’est </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mon histoire, ça ».</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ilja l’avait sans doute deviné. Malgré le soin </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qu’il mettait à paraître désinvolte, ses égards</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">en témoignaient. Quand il entrait dans la pièce</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">où son épouse se trouvait, il frappait à la porte,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour ne pas la surprendre (si on l’oubliait,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>elle pouvait hurler de peur et de rage mêlées</span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">).</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Et quand elle marchait autour de leur quartier,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d’un pas machinal qu’elle repétait des heures,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il ne demandait pas quelle en était la raison. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mais à sa famille, qui pourtant le méprisait, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">jamais il n’avait eu le courage de s’opposer.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il était aussi dévoré par cette corruption,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cette lèpre intérieure, sans savoir protester.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La petite fille fut souvent confiée à ses grands-parents paternels,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">lorsque ni son père, ni sa mère ne pouvaient s'en occuper.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène avait repris avec ardeur son travail à l'usine.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle passait son temps libre à observer l'enfant,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dont le caractère indépendant paraissait s'affirmer chaque mois davantage.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La petite fille insistait pour attraper seule les objets, de ses mains</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">habiles, impérieuses. Elle refusait l'aide des adultes.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lorsqu'elle eut cinq mois, ses parents la conduisirent </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au bord de l'Atlantique, dans une auto bricolée par son grand-père.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les nuits venteuses étaient fraîches même en été, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais les jours sur les plages étaient radieux.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène était débordée de sensations nouvelles</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui l'exaltaient : odeurs d'embruns, lumières, éclats ; elle prenait un plaisir </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">intense à tout ce qui l'arrachait aux émotions habituelles.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">C'était la première fois qu'elle découvrait la mer.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Emmitouflée dans un linge blanc</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui la protégeait à la fois</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">du vent et de la splendeur</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">incandescente de juillet, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">même celle auquel succède</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le crépuscule de peu,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'enfant regardait la mer </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les yeux écarquillés,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">presque effrayés par tout ce bleu,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le scintillement du soleil</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sur l'écume. Les parents,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dont les bras semblaient si grands, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">étaient soudain si petits,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pieds nus au milieu des vagues,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mais leurs mains restaient fermes,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">leurs mains usées déjà</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">serraient le tissu blanc,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">contre le vent et la splendeur.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle murmure</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à l'enfant les noms</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">des fleurs sauvages</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui poussent</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">non loin de la mer,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">séneçon starček</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">origan dobromysl</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">bugrane jehlice ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et sur les plaines</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ondoyant douce,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'herbe plume</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ou chevelue</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">kavyl vláskovitý.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Saurai-je ce qui dort sous le sable, ce que la mer n'a pas repris, ce qui se sédimente jusqu'à devenir pierre, et de quel type de roche, là protégé du vent, du sel, des vagues et du soleil, dans cette immunité, saurai-je ce qui résiste, ce qui ne s'éparpille, trésor enseveli.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les jeux enfants ont leurs idiomes</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">inventés de toutes pièces </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour chuchoter les secrets, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">jusqu'à ce qu'on s'aperçoive </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que le secret même est un langage,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de silences et d'oubli.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irenka, quant à elle,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">avait cherché une langue</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui ne fût pas « maternelle »</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">parmi celles dont on disposait,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">allemand, anglais, français.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ayant quitté l’enfance,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle avait persévéré </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à en essayer la syntaxe, </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;">espérant</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que l'une d'elles portât sa voix</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme nous revient déformé</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'écho d'un son familier </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que l'on émet sous l'eau.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Certaines années, elle avait craint</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de devenir aphasique. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Peut-être serait-elle incapable</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de transmettre sa blessure</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">si la parole lui manquait.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle était terrifiée par ce dernier</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">arrachement, la perte définitive </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de tout moyen de témoigner ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et pour elle, toute langue</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">était bien plus qu’une langue,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">en ce qu’elle pouvait faire entendre</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la musique du secret.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Je suis mon propre témoin, le seul <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">témoin de mon histoire.</span><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Si je perds la raison, si je perds la parole,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">si je perds la mémoire, qui tentera d’évoquer <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">les souvenirs désunis de ce qu’on nomme<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">inceste ? Qui en fera le récit ?</span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">D’autres ont vu ou entendu,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">d’autres s’en sont douté, néanmoins<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">soit ils se taisent, soit ils sont morts.</span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Je me sens responsable<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">de ma raison, de ma parole, de ma mémoire.</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sur les photographies qui resteraient de ce temps,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la petite fille serait partout, même si elle ne figurait pas </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sur l'image, comme si la préoccupation constante</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour le lieu où elle se trouvait, pour sa sûreté, sa joie,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se décelait dans le regard porté par la photographe.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Aux yeux d'Irène, peut-être n'y avait-il eu d'espace</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qu'à la venue de l'enfant, quand la dispersion du vécu</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">laissait place à l'écheveau d'une personne en devenir,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les passages du landeau sous les arceaux des arbres, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les noms des herbes folles qui ondulaient sous le vent,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les racines d'un monde, naissance de la lumière.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tout était neuf : les saisons et leurs éclosions,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la pluie brusque, fenêtre ouverte, l'orage,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la nuit. Même la nuit était neuve. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un soir, ils avaient été surpris par la tombée</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">du jour au milieu du mois d'août,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">soudain plus précoce. Dans l'obscurité </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">grouillante d'hululements et de craquements,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ils étaient rentrés à la maison,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'enfant serrée contre eux, son rire</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mêlé de larmes, sa peur d'excitation,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">devant l'étrangeté de la forêt méconnaissable.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Seuls les battements du cœur de ses parents,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'odeur de leur sueur, résineuse,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et leur voix, la rassuraient quelque peu.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle s'agrippait à leurs vêtements, trop petite</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">encore pour désirer s'éloigner</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">vers l'appel du hibou et la lueur des lucioles.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L’enfant se mettait debout à l’aide de barreaux,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de sièges, de marches, tout rebord </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui lui permît de chercher son équilibre.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle souriait à sa mère, fière, malgré son âge,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le dos bien droit. Sa grand-mère soupirait :</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">« Dommage qu’il faille</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">lui apprendre à être une fille ».</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène aussi avait plus d’équilibre. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elle ne s’était jamais sentie </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">très stable sur ses jambes, bien qu’on la dît</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">habile. Elle trébuchait souvent, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle qui avait le vertige, et voyait sa peur</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se réaliser brutalement, ses genoux heurtant le sol</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et sa peau se couvrant de marques sombres,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de plaies. Depuis la grossesse, néanmoins,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle avait trouvé une assiette, un ancrage </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et un poids. Un vacillement avait cessé, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui menaçait de se conclure par un basculement,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">une chute définitive. Son corps mûri</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">n’avait plus l’inconsistance d’un fétu de paille,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ses pieds n’avançaient plus, funambules,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au-dessus d’un vide qu’elle ne savait nommer.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Peut-être Irène avait-elle enfin perdu</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">son effrayante légèreté.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Irène parlait à l’enfant d’une voix nouvelle,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qu’elle n’avait jamais entendue, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sa voix de parent. Elle en était honteuse,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de ce ton rassurant, de ces syllabes détachées,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de cette autorité. « De quel droit,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se disait-elle. Qu’est-ce que je crois savoir ? ». </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un ami de l'époux venait d'une ferme plus au nord,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dans le pays du Gâtinais. Au détour d'une conversation,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">peut-être en raison d'une légère ivresse, il évoqua</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le nom de Beaune-la-Rolande, une ville non loin </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de laquelle il avait habité. Durant l'Occupation,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un camp de transit y avait été mis en place.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Des milliers de détenus, dont mille cinq cents enfants.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L'ami répétait ces chiffres, la langue alourdie par l'alcool,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme s'il n'y croyait pas, ou que les syllabes </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">à son oreille ne formaient qu'un bourdonnement,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les nombres se disloquant ainsi, ne signifiant plus rien.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mille cinq cents gamins bouclés là, on devait bien</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les remarquer, balbutiait-il pour lui-même ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et dans ses silences, il se mordait le poing.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cela n'éveillait chez les gens aucune curiosité,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">alors de la révolte, il ne fallait pas y compter.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Combien de ces enfants étaient revenus des camps,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il ne le savait pas ; très peu, sans doute.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">C’était peut-être un cauchemar, dit le grand-père paternel.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La brume était tombée sur le sentier de montagne. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Premier semaine d’automne ; les mélèzes roussissaient,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et sauf sur les crêtes blanches, les versants</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se consumaient. Aboiements de chiens en contrebas,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et tintement distant, irréel, des troupeaux.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il fallait faire demi-tour, mais déjà le brouillard</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">avait effacé tout repère. Le garçon se hâtait </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sur les flancs escarpés, hors des chemins balisés.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les carillons lui paraissaient de plus en plus légers,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">alors qu’à la bruine avait succédé une averse.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son pied glissa dans un ruisseau que la pluie avait grossi.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sa main saisit de justesse un arbuste qui le sauva.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il ne sut comment il parvint à se relever,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">puis à claudiquer jusqu’au prochain refuge.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son pied était couvert de sang, son cœur battait de peur.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son père serait sûrement furieux de son retard.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Une silhouette affairée dans la grange, le dos un peu voûté,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">les cheveux grisonnants. Quand elle se retournait,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle ne souriait pas. Elle aimait ranger les outils </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">chacun à leur place sur les planches vermoulues ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">elle aimait ce lieu retiré du foyer familial ; mais rien</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ne la distrayait de pensées qui l’obsédaient,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ni le parfum accueillant de la luzerne fauchée,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ni les tâches qu’elle accomplissait avec un soin constant.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le mari l’observait par la fenêtre. Elle portait sur le visage</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">une tristesse qu’elle ôtait dès lors qu’elle franchissait</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le seuil de la maison, comme un lourd manteau de voyage. </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On dit parfois que je suis courageuse.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ce n’est pas une fierté :</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">j’aurais préféré ne pas avoir à l’être.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quand je me couche, mon cœur bondit </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de joie d’avoir survécu au jour,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">et de rendre les armes en me livrant</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au sommeil. J’aimerais plutôt </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">connaître l’insouciance,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ou l’ivresse de l’héroïsme.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mon courage n’est pas conviction,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il n’est pas grandeur </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d’âme. Il est résistance,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ténacité face à la destruction.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ils partirent tous les trois pour la région parisienne ;</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le mari avait trouvé un travail plus convenable</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">là-bas, dans une usine près de la Seine. Ils revinrent </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">aux Batignolles qui manquaient à Irène,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme si ce lieu choisi, lieu de la fuite et du repli,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">était définitivement sien. À Paris, on pouvait vivre</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">anonyme, contrairement aux campagnes </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">où son accent la signalaient à tous.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Certains habitants lui avaient dit avec fierté :</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">« Nous sommes ici depuis toujours »,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ce qui lui avait fait penser qu’elle était, à l’inverse,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">incapable d’appartenir,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">si ce n’est à une ville de déracinés,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">une ville-refuge.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">[…]</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L’amour des autres me semble douteux,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sauf celui de mes enfants,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">celui-là est authentique, mais je ne le mérite pas, </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">comme si c’était trop facile.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Moi aussi, je me rappelle avoir aimé mon père,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">parce qu’il était mon père,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">parce qu’on me disait </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qu’une petite fille aime son père,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">je ne sais plus très bien, peut-être </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ai-je cru l’aimer. Il y en a que ça enivre,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la dépendance d’un enfant, qu’on prend</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pour de l’amour. Ça les rend même violents.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pour ma part, elle m’oblige, la confiance </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qu’on me porte, elle me remplit d’effroi,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que j’en sois digne ou non.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205132973013570601.post-74395704731665334752021-09-11T04:00:00.397-07:002023-02-01T13:17:59.049-08:00Journal : août - septembre 2021<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">27 août, Sancerre</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Des champs nimbés de bleu à perte de vue, sans une ombre, lignes floues. Comme des peintures du Lorrain, toutes formes émoussées à la tombée du jour. La peinture m'apprend à voir.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">28 août</span></b></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;">Je ne peux pas vivre une vie qui ne soit pas intense.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;">Et pourtant j'ai peur de tout,</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;">j'ai peur avec intensité.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;">C'est mon adrénaline.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;">*</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PjI12PlZmp6W-llciDyeSmgeW2nq-xZWgk4vPV8NDZqlxe4u0aWW8Btfou-wvpEVetleLYUWiIcQqeCALHVhkQ5-zrh6um923QeK5HxjSTagyXAHF4gL5O0skahbS0euRkvBQYBD7NDw/s1124/IMG_20210816_190843_864.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="1124" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PjI12PlZmp6W-llciDyeSmgeW2nq-xZWgk4vPV8NDZqlxe4u0aWW8Btfou-wvpEVetleLYUWiIcQqeCALHVhkQ5-zrh6um923QeK5HxjSTagyXAHF4gL5O0skahbS0euRkvBQYBD7NDw/s320/IMG_20210816_190843_864.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #111111;"><i><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><i><br /></i></span></div>Au fond du jardin, Argent-sur-Sauldre.</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;">*</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><b>29 août, Strasbourg </b></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Bien installée chez les amis. Je parle trop, rigole trop fort, pour recouvrir de bruit ma gêne. J'endosse moins aisément qu'avant mon costume d'adolescence. Quinze ans ont fini par passer.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">La tendresse, elle, est intacte.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>27-29 août</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai une application pour identifier les plantes.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Les fleurs épellent leurs noms : myosotis des marais, grémillet, ne-m'oubliez-pas, myosotis scorpioides ... Une mauvaise herbe.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Il y a une poésie cocasse, précise ou tendre, dans tous ces mots que nous leur avons attribués - et ça parle de nous - la peur, les maladroites comparaisons, la fantaisie.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je rêve de feuilleter le monde comme un grand dictionnaire.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'écris faute de savoir nommer, car tout est trop indécis ; je me débats entre des sentiments qu'on ne peut pas classer. Selon cette perspective, chaque appellation est une trêve. Plus besoin de chercher : le lexique est un anneau qu'on passe au doigt du réel, une alliance, un pacte. Je trouve ça reposant.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Souvent, je ressens une angoisse à être débordée de choses que je ne peux pas nommer. Je jette mon filet, il ne prend rien, il ne prend rien. Il faut se couler dans la vie, ne pas chercher à la saisir. Mais je ne sais pas.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>30 août</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Hier soir, avec A., j'ai regardé un film d'aventure, une production anglo-saxonne doublée en français. Ça ne m'arrive plus qu'avec elle, mon amie d'enfance. Dès l'âge de 17 ans, j'ai cherché à ne voir que des œuvres de qualité, privilégiant les drames recommandés par une critique sérieuse. Les blockbusters n'avaient d'intérêt que s'ils étaient en V.O. - pour entretenir mon anglais. Ces sortes de prétentions me rappellent combien je manque de légèreté, et qu'une culture légitime demande beaucoup de travail ! A. ne s'est sans doute jamais rendu compte de ce snobisme d'adolescence, qui subsiste surtout lorsqu'il s'agit de cinéma. Elle pense que je n'ai jamais cessé d'aimer les films d'aventure. C'est vrai, mais elle seule le sait.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>31 août</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je viens de feuilleter l'un des recueils de poèmes d'un ancien prof de fac.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">L'érudition, l'ironie, le discours métatextuel,</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">où donc ai-je vu tout ça ? - chez des poètes Étasuniens, Italiens, profs de fac.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Il faut que je prenne garde à ne pas les imiter,</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">mais je suis protégée </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">par mon manque de culture classique, ma </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">bêtise et </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">mon sexe,</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">ou du moins cette éducation </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">que j'ai reçue du fait de mon sexe, etc.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">L'écriture à vrai dire est l'un de ces lieux </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">où je ne me sens</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">ni homme</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">ni femme</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">mais l'un de ces portraits truqués que je retouche par des filtres</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">sur les applications dédiées, coiffure, </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">forme du visage, et sexe,</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">jusqu'à ce qu'on ne me reconnaisse </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">qu'au regard triste.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Paris 3 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Rentrée des classes dans quelques jours. Il a fallu que je remette les pieds au lycée pour me souvenir de ce sentiment violent de marginalité par rapport aux collègues et aux élèves. Avec les années, ma propre étrangeté m'est devenue totalement invisible, et seul un environnement normatif, profondément méfiant à l'égard de l'inusité (ou disons-le d'une certaine excentricité), peut me la rappeler.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je n'ai jamais vraiment su définir cette étrangeté. De même qu'une maladie consiste parfois en des symptômes épars, j'en perçois des signes, mais le fond manque, le liant ... La psychiatrie ne fournit pas toutes les explications. Il m'est arrivé de croire que je l'imaginais, et néanmoins c'est bien le regard des autres qui en a tracé les contours, en y apposant des noms ("folie", "hystérie", etc.). Il peut arriver qu'on cherche à se démarquer, par des traits distinctifs qui nous singularisent sans pour autant nous mettre à part. Mais l'écart, la différence qui me caractérisent ne sont pas de mon propre fait. Quelque chose m'arrache en permanence et me retient en arrière, comme un courant contraire. J'oublie à quel point je lutte pour en déjouer la force.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Square des Batignolles</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Une petite fille sur les genoux de son père. Tous deux regardent les passants, mais elle seule semble les voir. Ses yeux sombres s'attachent à chaque détail, et sa bouche forme un "oh" de surprise renouvelée.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>4 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Hier soir, j'ai marché longtemps dans Paris. Rageusement, sans regarder les feux, sans me soucier de la peau que lacéraient mes sandales. Casque enfoncé sur la tête, musique à fond. J'ai suivi le parcours de la petite ceinture éclairée de cafés. J'ai longé plusieurs fois le périphérique intérieur. Une violence circulait en moi comme un courant électrique ; je cherchais à l'épuiser, la dépenser dans mon élan. Je suis prodigue de ma colère lorsque je traverse les rues, de même peut-être que les autres passants. Il faut une certaine ferveur pour résister à la ville. Rentrée chez moi, j'ai vu mes pieds en sang, j'ai senti la douleur m'envahir en une vague. Aucune douleur n'existe si j'omets d'y penser.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Mercredi 8 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Troisième jour de travail et je suis déjà épuisée.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Heureusement, j'ai eu deux après-midis de libres. Je bois beaucoup de café pour me maintenir éveillée.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je lis sur les Hittites, l'histoire de Paris, Abraham Lincoln ... </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je reconnais le caractère éclaté de l'existence que je mène pendant le temps scolaire, en représentation face aux élèves d'une part, dispersée dans des activités intellectuelles frénétiques d'autre part. La nuit, je rêve que je suis poursuivie, par des hommes libidineux, la police, des zombies ... Et je me demande ce qui, dans ma vie diurne, me donne un tel sentiment d'être harcelée, traquée, menacée. Ce que je fuis en permanence.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Georges Pérec, dans <i>La boutique obscure</i>,<i> </i>a établi la table des matières de ses rêves.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">C'est la partie de son livre qui m'intéresse le plus.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai traversé la rive droite par les rues Montmartre, Faubourg Montmartre, Notre Dame de Lorette, Fontaine, Lepic. Je suis à dix minutes de chez moi désormais.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Ça a quelque chose de rassurant de posséder ainsi la ville par la marche, ses kilomètres pouvant être conquis d'un seul élan, avec de bonnes chaussures (et, je m'en rends compte en voyant l'état de mes pieds, des ongles coupés court). Elle qui paraît m'échapper toujours, livre bien un peu de ses secrets à chaque promenade.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Pourquoi j'aime tant vivre à Paris : ce mélange constant d'anticipation et de surprise, cette familiarité susceptible d'être bousculée par l'inconnu. Le vin troublé des habitudes.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">"Tu sais comment je suis, avec mon quant-à-soi", dit une femme au téléphone. <i>Quant-à-soi</i>. C'est un mot que j'aime beaucoup, mais qui décrit une réalité m'ayant valu quantité de problèmes.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai le tort de tenir un quant-à-soi labyrinthique et profus.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Mon itinéraire du jour était un pèlerinage sur les traces du Frédéric de <i>L'éducation sentimentale</i>. Rue Montmartre, Grands Boulevards, rues des Martyrs et Notre Dame de Lorette : c'est son Paris ; j'y songe à chaque fois que je traîne dans ces quartiers.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Comme j'ai longtemps pensé au promeneur solitaire de Rousseau en passant rue du Chemin Vert.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">La littérature a une faculté particulière de rendre les lieux hantés.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Quand N. est venu en juillet, il a voulu photographier la ville.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je me rappelle le sac à main noir posé seul sur le trottoir</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">à côté d'une ambulance. N. s'est approché du sac </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">et l'a photographié comme un objet de curiosité,</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">un matériau pour ses images. </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Il était enchanté de cette trouvaille,</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">cette mise en scène qui s'offrait si facilement à lui.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Les yeux du médecin ont croisé les miens.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai pensé que N. et moi ne serions jamais ensemble.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>9 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je lis de la poésie dans un café à côté du lycée.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai consulté 3 sites de météo comme tous les matins,</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">et pourtant ma tenue n'est pas assez chaude :</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">les prédictions étaient fausses. Dahlia Ravikovitch </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">écrit qu'elle brûle dans une robe incandescente.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je suis enfermée dans une chemise de froid.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je ressens intensément des phases d'union et de désunion avec mon corps.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Union dans la danse et la jouissance, qui parfois ne font qu'une.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Désunion parce que mon corps me semble doué d'une volonté, d'une résistance qui lui sont propres, et que je dois apprendre à lire et écouter.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Mes expériences m'ont morcelée. Comme il est long le chemin pour se rassembler.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Le mythe qui me touche le plus, c'est celui d'Isis recomposant le corps démembré d'Osiris. Sous forme de Milan, avec son cri de pleureuse, elle fait ainsi son deuil, au terme duquel l'époux revient à la vie.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je me sens à la fois Isis et Osiris. Morcelée, "en deuil de moi-même", et aussi prête à revivre.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>9 septembre 23h47</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Beaucoup pleuré sans raison aucune.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Un soudain sentiment de marginalité.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Comme d'être repoussée à la périphérie de la vie.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>10 septembre</b> </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai réussi plusieurs fois de suite à prendre des escalators hauts, longs et escarpés. Je n'ai pas encore surmonté ma peur du vide, mais je constate que certaines angoisses se sont estompées d'elles-mêmes. Je ne sais pas si je dois le considérer comme une victoire. Les peurs me viennent et me quittent. Je n'agis que superficiellement sur elles.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Mes peurs et angoisses forment un oignon.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Les plus apparentes sont d'ordre phobique (vide, et donc avions, balcons, etc.)</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Les plus inaccessibles, au cœur des multiples couches, sont têtues et obscures comme l'enfance.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je n'analyse rien de tout cela, de peur de regarder mes peurs en face.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>11 septembre midi 30</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Bloqué toute référence à l'attentat sur les réseaux pour ne pas être confrontée à son souvenir.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Écrire est ce qui se rapproche le plus de ce qu'on appelle "vocation".</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">C'est étrange comme j'ai le sentiment, sans messianisme aucun, et sans considérer la valeur de ce que je crée, d'avoir une œuvre à accomplir. Non pas quelques poèmes épars, mais un ensemble qui se tiendrait de bout en bout. Peu importe ce que l'on en pense, et peu importe si je ne suis pas la plus talentueuse pour m'engager dans cette voie. J'y suis déjà engagée, je crois que je le suis depuis ma petite enfance. Ni la dépression, ni la certitude de mon manque d'adresse n'ont pu contrer un désir si ancien. Si je n'avais pas écrit, j'aurais pratiqué un autre art.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Plus étrangement peut-être, j'ai souhaité créer une œuvre avant même de songer à la possibilité de procréer. Ces deux désirs ne sont pas contradictoires. Ils vont de pair, quoiqu'on les oppose parfois, dans les biographies d'artistes. Les femmes ont la capacité d'engendrer physiquement et spirituellement, par le corps et l'intellect, ce qui pour moi est tout un. Certainement les a-t-on souvent empêchées de réaliser ces deux aspects du pouvoir de création.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai pour ma part l'impression d'être la fille d'une idée (je pense à la curieuse naissance de la déesse Athéna). Je l'ai exprimé à ma façon dans un poème. Nous sommes chair de la chair, dit-on. Nous sommes aussi chair de l'esprit.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Dimanche 12 septembre</b> </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je regarde des vidéos de danse où le son est coupé. Mais les mouvements des artistes me font entendre la musique, ils la portent et la scandent, et ma mémoire complète ce que mes yeux perçoivent (je reconnais la plupart des chorégraphies). </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Le corps peut être musique par lui-même, c'est ce qui m'apparaît dans le cas de la danse : non sa dépendance à l'égard des notes, mais leur entrelacement. Elle est ce solo d'instrument que l'on peut isoler, qui se détache ou se fond dans l'ensemble. </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Il faut dire que suis sensible aux rythmes visuels.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Au fond d'un café des Batignolles, je lis d'une traite <i>Éparses</i> de Georges Didi-Huberman, sur des documents rescapés du ghetto de Varsovie. J'en ai, littéralement, le cœur serré.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Lundi 13 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Aujourd'hui, à travers les stores du lycée, l'ombre des oiseaux passait au ralenti, retenue par cette fin d'été, trouble, languide. On aurait dit un film en noir et blanc projeté sur une toile, un film dont je n'aurais aperçu qu'un infime extrait.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Anaïs Demoustier, après l'avant-première des <i>Amours d'Anaïs</i>, disait très justement que les femmes trentenaires d'aujourd'hui se sentaient déconcertées face à leur propre liberté. C'est exactement ce que je ressens depuis plusieurs mois : une indépendance dont des générations ont rêvé, mais dont on ne sait que faire, comme si on en n'avait pas encore imaginé tous les usages possibles. On se retrouve dépourvues de modèles, dépourvues de lignes de conduite ; ainsi le mot d'ordre de "réinventer sa vie", d'ordinaire assez creux, me semble-t-il y gagner en signification.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Mardi 14 septembre</b> </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Des gens près de moi dans le RER commentent le physique de tel acteur célèbre qui a plus de 80 ans. Ils se moquent de sa déchéance. C'est curieux - et cruel - qu'on reproche tant à autrui sa beauté supposément perdue (celle de la jeunesse, qui ne représente qu'un moment d'une beauté pouvant perdurer). Tout comme il est curieux qu'on nous rende si responsables de notre apparence physique. À moins d'avoir recours à la chirurgie, on compose avec elle plus qu'on ne la façonne.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai repris le chemin rues Montmartre-Lorette-Lepic. Il m'a semblé plus court d'être déjà exploré. Quelques pauses sous les arbres, dans l'air menaçant d'orage. Des tables blanches, le frou-frou nonchalant des feuilles, des enseignes des siècles derniers. Les lieux m'emplissent de joie. J'ai besoin de l'émotion qu'ils suscitent, c'est pourquoi je marche tant.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Avant, je sortais peu, puis je me suis soignée par l'espace, drogue légale parmi d'autres.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai moins l'impression de traverser les lieux que d'être submergée par eux.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Sans doute la mystique des lieux dans les courants nationalistes nous a-t-elle détournés, par méfiance, de cette considération pour le pouvoir qu'ils exercent, et qui n'est pas excluant (ou du moins devons-nous lutter pour qu'il ne le soit pas).</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Quand je marche dans la ville, elle ne m'appartient pas, je ne lui appartiens pas. J'aime à penser que nous conversons.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Samedi près de Châtelet, une dame retraitée m'a demandé de l'argent, et je lui en ai donné. Elle l'a utilisé pour acheter des bananes qu'elle a voulu m'offrir. J'ai trouvé ça paradoxal, avant de comprendre son geste : je lui avais permis de se montrer généreuse. </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Cette femme avait envie de faire un don à quelqu'un.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Jeudi 16 septembre, minuit</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Le corps de M. sera enterré en Israël, près de celui de sa meilleure amie. Son frère a dit qu'il était mort un jour particulier qui dispense les proches de certains rituels de deuil. Dans sa délicatesse, son désir d'épargner tout désagrément à autrui, M. l'aurait sûrement souhaité.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai pensé à ces solitudes parisiennes, le vendeur de vélo qui n'ose pas appeler, les veilleurs des bancs publics, le nageur qui voit des symboles dans les piliers de la piscine. M. faisait partie de ce peuple-là, avec quelques amis homosexuels, queers ou malades comme lui. Se doutait-il néanmoins qu'il serait si regretté ? Cela me consolerait un peu d'apprendre qu'il le savait.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>16 septembre au matin</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Réveillée cette nuit par d'intenses douleurs d'endométriose.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je me suis rendormie, et dans mon rêve (une escapade en voiture dans des contrées inondées - d'ailleurs nous roulions par moments sur l'eau tel Jésus version 4×4) mon ventre me faisait encore souffrir.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je ne vais pas travailler au lycée aujourd'hui.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai réussi à me lever pour aller chez le médecin, après avoir passé une partie de l'après-midi à regarder les nuages depuis mon lit (j'ai une vue très dégagée du ciel).</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Dans ma mémoire, le visage des gens qui m'ont fait du tort se fige en une grimace. C'est tout ce qui m'en reste : non un visage, à vrai dire, mais un masque.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">À la réflexion, cette unique grimace ressemble aux dessins de contes représentant des méchants, comme si ma vie était réellement peuplée de ces êtres maléfiques. Empreintes des livres d'enfance qui m'aidaient à départager la douceur de la violence, la bonté du danger.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">En rentrant de chez le médecin, j'ai pris le pont Caulaincourt, la passerelle bleue qui traverse le cimetière de Montmartre. On y aperçoit les tombes entre les branches d'acier. C'est rare, ce type d'artère qui révèle la présence des morts dans la ville. On oublie souvent qu'on partage l'espace avec eux.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Vendredi 17 septembre</b> </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je croise le marchand de vélos mystique : "Si tu n'étudies pas, si tu ne prends pas soin de ton corps, tu es un homme mort. La nage et la lecture de la Torah me maintiennent en vie". Ces propos m'ont interpellée, car je cherche tous les moyens de me sentir vivante ; et si une part de moi s'endort, un engourdissement général me saisit. Comme si c'était un travail de tout instant que d'être pleinement alerte. Cette vigilance m'épuise, mais je ne peux pas abandonner : m'abandonner.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Exposition Georgia O'Keefe à Pompidou.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Des paysages et natures mortes sous l'angle de la photographie, surfaces planes et cadrages d'où souvent les formes débordent.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Le jeu des échelles : le sublime du détail, le minuscule aux proportions monumentales. L'intérieur d'une fleur devient une sculpture, suggestive et troublante.</div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai été très sensible aux dialogues des couleurs, sereins, apaisés, à leur portée méditative. La vision rapprochée des choses nous imposant de ralentir.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYGDUtTFkgnKndtBsPJL9ku_o4kXYFVHM_j5u0NyBVQ67iaoZZMgLoNWVuOpY5txqCAwDAwUGyZPZWw9uCc5jyeQ_zN2U5q71N1F1BxbTle9DsvuGyWIDT8nOMxDi2kU8FLDCdgUkK1q3l/s2048/PicsArt_09-17-04.10.19.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1867" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYGDUtTFkgnKndtBsPJL9ku_o4kXYFVHM_j5u0NyBVQ67iaoZZMgLoNWVuOpY5txqCAwDAwUGyZPZWw9uCc5jyeQ_zN2U5q71N1F1BxbTle9DsvuGyWIDT8nOMxDi2kU8FLDCdgUkK1q3l/s320/PicsArt_09-17-04.10.19.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><i>Collage à partir de deux œuvres de Georgia O'Keefe.</i><br /><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Samedi 18 septembre</b> </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Ma famille me suggère de quitter Paris. Mes parents, qui ont toujours vécu en province, ne comprennent pas mon attachement à cette ville, qui malmène durement celles et ceux qui l'ont choisie. À chaque fois qu'ils viennent, la même question se pose : pourquoi ici ?</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Ce sont les amitiés qui me retiennent dans la capitale. Qu'elles y vivent ou non, les personnes que j'aime sont au moins amenées à passer par Paris, un point de ralliement pratique. Je peux dire qu'il a facilité rencontres et retrouvailles, et renforcé certains liens.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Il y a une autre raison, moins évidente à expliquer. La ville m'a soignée de bien des choses, l'angoisse de la nouveauté, la colère, la solitude. Elle ne m'a certes pas guérie - elle n'a pas ce pouvoir - néanmoins elle m'y a aidée. Marcher dans ses rues a constitué une véritable psychothérapie, douloureuse et libératrice. Tout cela ne peut se comprendre qu'au regard de mes années d'adolescence, où je vivais recluse, où chaque changement d'habitude me rendait très nerveuse. Dans la ville, j'ai peu à peu apprivoisé ces espaces qui m'intimidaient, parce que trop vastes et inconnus. J'y ai posé mes carnets, j'y ai pris des photos ; j'en suis devenue l'une des infimes parties. </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Dimanche 19 septembre</b> </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je repense à la jeune fille que j'ai été, sans ambition définie, mais éprise d'absolu, c'est-à-dire précisément de rien. Si austère et si laborieuse que je peine à la reconnaître dans l'adulte assez bonne vivante que je suis devenue. Les années ont considérablement adouci mon caractère.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">C'est pourquoi j'imagine que mon moi de 16 ans me jugerait défavorablement. Je vogue et louvoie de compromis en renoncement, comme tout le monde il est vrai, mais je ne voulais pas être faillible <i>comme tout le monde</i>. Je me croyais intransigeante.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Peut-être vaut-il mieux ne pas y regarder de près, et faire semblant d'être digne de ses hautes exigences.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHWlE7K0tp84DNXQY6PJBjVFCxAFeRCzuoULROUfSdxGVyAL_EMgH7uj01sIzbEGSwyqjD6HM8msgUHApVtuTA81Nv_-whgs_nvZxYLyPVw1fbGZtb0y0MeAmD_SHV8_WZLsp7oDqqTPC/s1919/IMG_20210921_170825_517.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1919" data-original-width="1535" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHWlE7K0tp84DNXQY6PJBjVFCxAFeRCzuoULROUfSdxGVyAL_EMgH7uj01sIzbEGSwyqjD6HM8msgUHApVtuTA81Nv_-whgs_nvZxYLyPVw1fbGZtb0y0MeAmD_SHV8_WZLsp7oDqqTPC/s320/IMG_20210921_170825_517.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Exposition Vivian Maier au Luxembourg. </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Habituellement deux tendance me mettent mal à l'aise dans la représentation artistique du quotidien : le pittoresque et le cocasse. Deux travers auxquels les photos de Vivian Maier échappent selon moi - et c'est en cela que sa vision de l'ordinaire me touche profondément.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Le cocasse consiste à croquer une idiosyncrasie pour arracher un sourire ; il fait ainsi peser le risque de réduire les sujets à des pantins ridicules.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je préfère que soient suggérées des intériorités, des histoires, afin de rendre vie à ce qui est représenté, et aussi lui rendre justice.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Peut-être le réalisme instaure-t-il un malaise dès lors qu'il ne s'accompagne pas d'une éthique.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Les photographies de Vivian Maier ont cette sorte d'âme qui est la marque d'une conscience.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Lundi 20 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">S. est en réanimation. Ironie du sort, il a probablement attrapé le covid19 lors d'une manifestation contre ses principaux vaccins. Je suis trop inquiète pour en tirer une quelconque leçon de morale, même si je regrette qu'il ait été réceptif à des discours qui l'ont mis en danger.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">C'est un vieil ami de mes parents, et leur voisin depuis plus de 40 ans. Fervent lecteur, il leur a donné de nombreux ouvrages ; c'est notamment grâce à lui qu'il y a toujours eu tant de livres chez nous. Je lui dois des journées de bonheur romanesque dans le grenier qui me faisait office de chambre. Il a servi de modèle à l'un des personnages de mes <i>Bibliothèques imaginaire</i>, Iñacio.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai passé la journée au lit avec une bouillotte et du chocolat. Lu un atlas de l'Égypte antique et quelques chapitres d'un bouquin sur les Scythes.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Quitte à être souffrante, autant être souffrante ainsi.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">La chambre est silencieuse, en suspens : les choses attendent. D'habitude, je suis absente la journée.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">On dirait ces créatures surnaturelles qui guettent patiemment la nuit pour enfin vivre leur vie.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Mardi 21 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">S'il avait eu de l'argent, M. aurait aimé acheter une grande ferme pour y recueillir des animaux abandonnés. </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je viens de me souvenir d'un rêve que j'ai fait quelques jours après la mort de mon grand-père. Il habitait une chambre très lumineuse dans une résidence collective qui donnait sur un jardin. Sous les arbres, des familles entières sur plusieurs générations, et des animaux de toutes espèces. Cette image paisible et heureuse m'avait laissé l'impression d'avoir rendu visite à mon aïeul au paradis (lui qui pourtant ne croyait pas en dieu ; pas plus que moi, du reste).</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">De son vivant, M. rêvait déjà du paradis, mais pour les autres. Il fantasmait sans doute un abri, une arche, où il aurait pu épargner à des êtres fragiles la peine qu'il avait subie. M. s'était retrouvé orphelin très tôt, et la maladie, les addictions diverses, avaient achevé de l'isoler. Néanmoins, il ne souhaitait pas être consolé, peut-être considérait-il que ce n'était même plus possible : il devait employer ses forces à consoler autrui.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Si un paradis existe, M. a dû croiser mon grand-père dans l'arche-jardin qui ressemble à s'y méprendre au parc où je jouais enfant, parc attenant à la synagogue et à l'évêché d'Orléans. Si un paradis existe, il s'est étendu sous les arbres, et a enfin accepté que l'on prenne soin de lui.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je laisse les fenêtres ouvertes, même s'il fait déjà frais. Les averses de cette nuit ont lavé le ciel et les feuilles d'argent. L'été ne tient plus qu'au bourdonnement continu qui provient des branches mêlées de l'actinidia.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPB3Ss9ujVBxWgC98v8p7vmmoiSOaVC6TMcdjb6oLbbD12Ac_mxrKhyphenhyphenoumfXMWYCsUPCNLwzekYly-FXMn9Z5yAQJcEzg6LtX_gKt07LdI67jGR6NoMFBSyEMKlfZhln4NeehikRJeByCy/s2048/20210921_150018.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1653" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPB3Ss9ujVBxWgC98v8p7vmmoiSOaVC6TMcdjb6oLbbD12Ac_mxrKhyphenhyphenoumfXMWYCsUPCNLwzekYly-FXMn9Z5yAQJcEzg6LtX_gKt07LdI67jGR6NoMFBSyEMKlfZhln4NeehikRJeByCy/s320/20210921_150018.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><br /><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Mercredi 22 septembre </b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Un homme passe à vélo en chantant à tue-tête : "La bohème, la bohème / Ça voulait dire on a vingt ans / La bohème, la bohème / Et nous vivions de l'air du temps".</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Comme en écho, un collégien fredonne sur le trottoir la mélodie.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Jeudi 23 septembre </b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Hier soir à la Filmo, <i>L'arbre, le maire et la médiathèque</i> de Rohmer, drôle et malicieux dans la manière dont il expose les poncifs des discours politiques (poncifs qui ont très peu changé en trente ans). Fiction documentaire dans la France du lieu commun.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Pour ce qui est du lycée : j'essaie de retrouver la joie d'enseigner. La patience, la fermeté, l'enthousiasme, dont je ne suis pas sûre d'avoir jamais pleinement fait preuve.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Le temps est radieux, d'une luminosité presque surnaturelle. Comme une matinée d'août qui s'étendrait jusqu'au soir, fraîche, pâlie.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Vendredi 24 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Après les cours de ce matin, j'ai déjeuné avec L. et ses amis de l'hôpital de jour, notamment une jeune femme passionnée de danse. Je la rejoins ce soir à une soirée <i>excstatic</i> dont j'ignore tout, sauf qu'on s'y livre à des improvisations. </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'attends L., qui est chez le dentiste à Parmentier. Je réfléchis au fait que les mouvements féministes soient si divisés qu'il en devienne difficile de se sentir intégrée dans une <i>communauté</i>. Chacune se retrouve aux prises avec ses histoires tordues, ses tourments, ses contradictions. Le terme de sororité renvoie encore pour moi au domaine de l'utopie. Nous sommes des individus, vulnérables, éclatés, tentant de s'accommoder de situations sociales qui contribuent toujours davantage à nous fragiliser. Mon point de vue est bien sûr orienté par l'abandon et la frilosité qui ont fait suite aux abus sexuels que j'ai subis. Je crois en avoir été d'autant plus affectée que les théories féministes me donnaient un cadre de pensée auquel me raccrocher, un ensemble de repères : le discours se heurtait à une large indifférence. Cela dit, j'ai constaté aussi des élans solidaires, phénomènes isolés, mais profondément rassurants, preuves que je n'étais pas seule. Plus que de la complicité féminine - expression galvaudée - j'y perçois aujourd'hui une authentique compassion, sans doute née chez certaines personnes d'expériences communes. Cette manière de nous épauler tempère mon pessimisme.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Rue Lacharrière.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je bois un thé oolong à la chinoise, après avoir transvasé l'eau de la théière dans un pot, puis du pot dans une tasse. J'apprécie les changements de goûts et de couleurs du breuvage, qui permet plusieurs infusions. Il laisse en bouche de la mousse et des fleurs, quelque chose d'un sous-bois d'automne à toutes les heures du jour. Cette cohérence saisonnière me procure une étrange satisfaction, comme si j'avais joué par hasard un accord secret.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Samedi 25 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Rejoint la collègue de L. dans un studio hier. Il s'agissait bien d'improviser des mouvements sur de la musique new age et électro pendant deux heures. L'expérience m'a détendue : aux gestes stéréotypés de boîte de nuit, que j'ai dû imiter des clips visionnés quand j'étais ado, a succédé une danse moins consciente d'elle-même, où il me semble avoir laissé une plus large part à l'intuition. Les déhanchés, les balancements lascifs du cou, ces tics qui sont autant de codes pour nous rendre désirables, tout cela se défaisait lentement, les fils de la marionnette cassaient. J'ai ressenti une impulsivité monter en moi, une fougue, un caprice. Débarrassée d'une gangue de bois.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">En sortant de la salle, j'ai rencontré une ancienne camarade et sa compagne. J'ai beaucoup de sympathie pour elles. Mes années d'études me sont déjà devenues opaques, comme la personne que j'étais à l'époque. J'ai dépensé une grande énergie pour atteindre des objectifs qui ne m'importent plus.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Traversé Paris du square des Batignolles jusqu'au 7e arrondissement, en passant par la rue de Rome, le quartier de la Madeleine et la place de la Concorde. J'ai pensé à des personnes que j'avais pu croiser dans ces lieux par le passé, dont un mélomane qui déniait aux enseignantes tout intérêt intellectuel. Cette posture m'a fait ricaner dans mon for intérieur.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">D'un parme tendre, le ciel a viré au blanc. Je me suis installée à une terrasse de la rue Saint-Dominique, l'un des coins les plus huppés de la <i>Comédie humaine</i>. Je trouve ce quartier ennuyeux. Il soustrait aux regards ses jardins et ses belles façades ; le piéton lambda n'en voit que des portes fermées.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Dimanche 26 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Hier soir, vu C., une ancienne camarade de Paris VII qui a quitté l'enseignement suite à un acharnement de la hiérarchie quand elle était stagiaire. Je ne comprends pas que l'on décourage de jeunes recrues motivées, d'autant qu'être titularisée n'est pas une faveur extraordinaire (les TZR savent à quel point l'institution peut nous maltraiter en début de carrière : affectations tardives, emplois du temps impossibles, missions réparties sur plusieurs établissements parfois distants ...). Nous devions écouter des récitations du "Bateau ivre" au Club des poètes de la rue de Bourgogne, mais je me suis éclipsée à cause de douleurs au ventre. Peut-être avais-je également <i>peur</i> d'entendre ce poème déclamé, comme si l'écoute intérieure qui était la mienne devait rester la seule.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Aujourd'hui, malgré l'endométriose, je suis sortie faire une lessive spéciale sous-vêtements à la laverie du coin. J'ai oublié de mettre à part un haut pourpre qui dégorge beaucoup, et suis donc désormais l'heureuse propriétaire d'une palanquée de culottes roses.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai consulté le <i>DSM 5</i> en ligne pour la première fois depuis des mois ; la psychiatrie a fait partie de mes <i>passions</i> entre 2015 et 2018.<i> </i>Je fréquentais assidûment les bibliothèques de médecine, j'apprenais les manuels. J'ai acquis à cette époque un œil pour le symptôme, un esprit d'enquête pour le trouble.</div><div style="font-style: italic; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: italic; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: italic; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: italic; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: italic; min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="font-style: italic; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: italic; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: italic; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: italic; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Lundi 27 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Crise hier au moment du coucher. Des pensées se sont mises à tournoyer dans ma tête comme de grands oiseaux noirs, qui s'approchaient pour m'encercler. Je n'aurais pas dû me rappeler N., et tous ses prédécesseurs auxquels j'aurais eu le tort de refuser une relation. Paniquée, j'ai pris du CBD et deux anxiolytiques ; en 30 minutes, j'étais assommée. Quand je sens la colère et la peine creuser leur trou en moi, j'aimerais pouvoir les saisir, les extirper de mes entrailles, et les calmer en les berçant. Je regrette finalement que seules les drogues nous endorment.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Place d'Estienne d'Orves (dont j'apprends que le rejeton Honoré, martyr de la Résistance, a courtisé Louise de Vilmorin).</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Dans le RER ce matin, préparant un premier contrôle de méthode pour mes Secondes, je me suis rendu compte à quel point l'apprentissage des exercices académiques m'avait semblé contre-intuitif. J'ai mis des années à en maîtriser les codes, après avoir lu tardivement les travaux d'autres étudiants. Je ne peux pas même parler d'assimilation ou de réappropriation ; à vrai dire, j'ai surtout eu l'impression de devoir imiter une certaine manière de penser. Sans doute ces tentatives m'ont-elles permis d'en tirer quelque satisfaction, mais elle restait très limitée. D'où un sentiment persistant d'inadéquation dans le supérieur. Provinciale, j'aurais pu finir par me sentir à ma place à l'université parisienne, toutefois ma certitude d'être à côté des attentes était plus cognitive que sociale. À l'époque où j'étais très déprimée, je me répétais que j'étais trop bête pour ce milieu. En un sens, j'avais raison : il fallait beaucoup de détours, beaucoup d'observations pour singer une intelligence qui n'était pas la mienne.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Oublié de mentionner hier que j'ai vu<i> Le conte de la princesse Kaguya</i> d'Isao Takahata, qui m'a autant émerveillée qu'émue. La mélancolie du bonheur terrestre ... Je ne sais pas depuis combien de temps je n'avais pas pleuré devant une œuvre.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Mardi 28 septembre</b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">S. n'est plus en réanimation. Il peut à peine parler, manger, marcher. Il respire avec difficulté. Mais au moins, il est vivant.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Septembre et octobre me rappellent invariablement les journées à ramasser des châtaignes et des poires, les bogues craquant sous les bottes, les frondaisons dorées, les grenouilles qu'on prenait pour des feuilles mortes. Élevée en centre-ville, je considérais comme un privilège ces samedis de récoltes. Si je m'aventurais dans les sous-bois, j'avais même souvent la chance de rapporter des mûres sauvages. Après quoi, on empilait les caisses de fruits sur le siège arrière de la voiture. Malade dans les transports, il m'est arrivé une fois de gâcher un après-midi de labeur en vomissant sur les poires. Comme j'ai eu honte ! Quelle culpabilité ! Mes parents avaient tout jeté dans un fossé au bord d'une route.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je me suis lancée dans un roman slovène du début des années 2000, <i>Boštjanov let</i> de Florjan Lipuš. La prosodie est si belle que j'aurais aimé la composer en français, avec la même musique, chose en principe impossible. Ça m'a très précisément fait penser à mon désir de créer des poèmes à partir d'une métrique anglophone. Les langues imposent leur pulsation, et c'est dans ce rythme singulier que se forment les mots. Cependant, il m'est arrivé de chercher à les hybrider, d'échanger idiomes et musiques, facétie de lectrice assidue dans diverses langues étrangères.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Initier une pulsation similaire, quoique radicalement autre, est le grand problème (entre frustration et jouissance) de la traduction. L'hybridation aussi, peut-être ?</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Une traduction française de Lipuš a paru en français, me semble-t-il. Il faut que je la trouve.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Mercredi 29 septembre</b> </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Mes <i>Bibliothèques imaginaires</i> sont ma seule pièce de théâtre. Voilà pourquoi je n'arrive pas, ou très difficilement, à les considérer comme un roman. Ce n'est pas qu'une question de longueur ou de nombre de mots, je crois que ça tient au fait qu'elles sont surtout un tissu de dialogues, de monologues et de didascalies. Voilà également pourquoi les transformer en un récit traditionnel serait fausser leur conception.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">*</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Temps <i>mi-figue, mi-raisin</i> (expression très adaptée à la saison, puisqu'on récolte ces fruits au début de l'automne).</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai longé la petite couronne du Nord de Paris, assagie par des pots de fleurs, des bars branchés, des graffitis faussement sauvages (et qui sentent l'œuvre de commande). J'ai beau faire la fine bouche, j'aime cependant les arbres penchés sur ses rails nus, les mauvaises herbes qu'on laisse pousser comme une licence poétique, la sorte de virgule qu'elle impose à la ville. 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Finis les jeux de cache-cache, finis les tours de petite fille. Juliette, jeune épouse, vient de perdre son cousin, dont le meurtrier n'est autre que son mari Roméo. Le rideau se ferme sur le deuxième acte du ballet de Noureev, inspiré de la célèbre pièce de Shakespeare. Dès lors l'histoire bascule définivement vers l'issue que l'on connaît.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Je n'ai pas toujours aimé cette version aux variations complexes et aux élans empêchés. Je ne comprenais pas ces détours, ces contraintes, comme si les sentiments s'y révélaient de manière brisée. Lors d'une précédente série, j'étais restée sur ma faim. Voir Guillaume Diop et Léonore Baulac porter cette œuvre en brillante compagnie m'a fait changer d'avis, et chaque distribution ultérieure a confirmé ce revirement. Dans cette chorégraphie, tout suggère un désir que l'on cherche à assouvir, mais qui reste pris au piège. Or, c'est le cœur de la tragédie.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">L'acte I est celui des jeunes hommes, et de la comédie. Roméo est un garçon papillonant de fille en fille, ce que Frère Laurent n'oubliera pas de lui faire remarquer au moment de son mariage dans la pièce de Shakespeare (<i>"Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, / So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies / Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes"</i>). Les chimères pétrarquisantes du jeune homme sont bien rendues dans le ballet par la grâce presque surnaturelle de Rosaline (Hannah O'Neill), qui semble flotter sur scène comme un songe. Roméo essuie des échecs sans désespoir manifeste, son amour paraissant un prétexte à la rêverie. Deux gaillards, quant à eux, débordent de gaieté et d'à-propos : Mercutio, aussi vif que le dieu Mercure (notamment sous les traits de Pablo Legasa, très drôle et virtuose), et Benvolio, le cousin bienveillant de Roméo (Marc Moreau et Fabien Révillion mettent en valeur cette dimension fraternelle). Bons amis, ils sont eux aussi les héros du ballet, dans un trio loufoque où seules quelques notes grinçantes nous annoncent la tragédie à venir, en particulier la tendance de Mercutio à mîmer sa propre mort. La musique, qui associe des <i>leitmotive</i> au personnage, souligne la récurrence de ce motif macabre à l'instant où il ne se livre encore qu'à des bouffonneries<i>. </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pendant ce temps, Juliette affronte d'autres responsabilités. Au milieu de ses amusements de petite fille, qu'elle voudrait prolonger avec son cousin Tybalt (très fraternel également sous les traits de Florian Magnenet, comme en miroir de Benvolio dans le camp adverse), la voici confrontée à un mariage forcé. Sa réticence est évidente dès qu'on la présente à son promis. Le nœud de la tragédie est prêt. Le bal organisé par les Capulet survient à point nommé pour permettre à Juliette de s'évader hors de ces tractations familiales qu'elle subit. C'est la rencontre de Roméo, de la passion, et d'une âme sœur avec qui elle poursuit ses jeux d'enfant. Prévenant, Mercutio tente par ses farces de détourner l'attention de cet amour naissant, mais l'engrenage est enclenché ; il en sera la première victime. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Une pièce de théâtre est ce petit monde où, en quelques heures, nous voyons défiler les âges. Le ballet de Noureev choisit de mettre en lumière l'entre-deux qu'est l'adolescence, de ses prémices naïfs aux décisions d'adultes. L'espace d'un mariage clandestin à l'acte II, les enfants de Vérone se retrouvent mûris, ainsi que le faisait remarquer Nouchkabada le 4 juillet. Plus de tapes dans les mains ni de pirouettes, mais une solennité et une tendresse qui reflètent un amour moins espiègle. Néanmoins, ce n'est pas avant le meurtre de Mercutio, véritable mise à mort du comique, et celui de Tybalt, que Juliette s'impose comme héroïne tragique.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">L'acte III est celui du dilemme de la jeune femme, de ses tiraillements entre pesanteurs familiales et fidélité à l'époux, suicide et mascarade, horreur et courage. Nous la voyons aux prises avec des liens étouffants, dans un quatuor incestueux mêlant parents et fiancés. Nous la voyons douter devant les stratagèmes de Frère Laurent, qui lui fait miroiter une fin heureuse. Noureev ose des plans inspirés du cinéma, recourant à une (fausse) prolepse où apparaît le dénouement de comédie qui n'aura jamais lieu. Nouchkabada m'a confié après le spectacle qu'elle trouvait cela cruel, et je partage ce sentiment. Juliette n'en est toutefois pas entièrement dupe, et c'est à l'issue d'un pas de trois très émouvant avec les fantômes de Mercutio et Tybalt qu'elle se résout à suivre les conseils du religieux. Un contretemps avant le suicide, comme l'est le pas de deux déchirant de Roméo et Benvolio, venu annoncer la nouvelle de l'enterrement de Juliette. Ces passages accentuent la séparation des époux, puisque désormais l'un et l'autre ne dansent plus ensemble, mais avec cousins et amis. Ils ne se rejoindront enfin que dans la mort : Roméo croit Juliette empoisonnée, et s'empoisonne à son tour ; Juliette découvre le corps sans vie de son mari, et se poignarde. Cette arme qu'elle brandissait déjà un acte plus tôt, il faut imaginer qu'elle ne pouvait y échapper.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pourrait-on résumer l'action à une triste histoire d'amour ? Ce serait manquer la dimension politique du ballet. L'œuvre de Noureev s'ouvre sur un rideau noir qui dévoile une statue équestre. Les décors et les costumes somptueux qui succéderont à ce tableau initial ne sauront en effacer l'impression. Vérone est une ville où règne la mort, une ville toujours menacée d'être frappée par le deuil. Noirs également sont les habits de la milice qui recadre les foules belliqueuses le jour, et commet des meurtres la nuit. Cette violence contamine jusqu'à Roméo, doublement meurtrier, ce qu'accentue la danse nerveuse de Mathias Heymann. Lointaine, la figure du Prince semble quant à elle impuissante. Seule la mort de Roméo et Juliette rétablit la paix civile, preuve des limites du pouvoir en place. Cette mort a une autre vertu, qui est de révéler la contiguïté des sphères intimes, familiales et politiques. Le refus de Juliette d'un mariage arrangé a cet effet paradoxal qu'il conduit à un rétablissement de l'ordre. Noureev choisit en effet de représenter la réconciliation entre Capulet et Montaigu qui clôt aussi la pièce de Shakespeare, faisant des jeunes gens des victimes sacrificielles. Un désir individuel réprimé du fait des querelles et ambitions diverses ne cause pas qu'une douleur privée, il fragilise le collectif. La concorde ne se fait pas aux prix de ces élans sincères, elle qui devrait en garantir l'épanouissement plein et entier. C'est là sans doute l'héroïsme d'une Juliette : elle renverse un système mortifère, au nom de son désir, et d'une envie de vivre que les convenances écrasent. Subversion sans laquelle aucun renouveau n'est possible.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>Je remercie C., E., N. et H. de m'avoir accompagnée à ces spectacles. Puisse </i><i>ce texte être un prolongement de nos discussions, et de ces beaux moments passés ensemble. Je remercie également les camarades internet pour leurs retours éclairants sur ce ballet, en particulier A.</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Distributions : Guillaume Diop / Paul Marque / Mathias Heymann, Léonore Baulac / Sae Eun Park / Myriam Ould-Braham, Pablo Legasa/ Francesco Mura, Florian Magnenet / Jérémy-Loup Quer / Stéphane Bullion, Marc Moreau / Fabien Revillion, Hannah O'Neill / Héloïse Bourdon, Yannick Bittencourt.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYI8rwGpobzTfp_1KKXbfTgH1BkaErMUfkDfywXJkGK_G1VZKGERmtRq0fZ3C740763hF1ca2F5_h7r9dvwznkGOeYI8ydW06bqIUmvSJxT0EneIyOBF7KTM0mpVIvKGQjHg4orCYWoCBk/s2048/20210616_000027.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1314" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYI8rwGpobzTfp_1KKXbfTgH1BkaErMUfkDfywXJkGK_G1VZKGERmtRq0fZ3C740763hF1ca2F5_h7r9dvwznkGOeYI8ydW06bqIUmvSJxT0EneIyOBF7KTM0mpVIvKGQjHg4orCYWoCBk/s320/20210616_000027.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Aussi loin qu'il m'en souvienne,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">j'avais au corps cet élan</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui me réveillait la nuit.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Une sorte d’hymne silencieux.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'en cherchais les accords,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">je jouais avec moi-même ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">j’étais un instrument sensible,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et je pensais que ne plus désirer,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">c'était comme perdre sa voix :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la possibilité d'un chant</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ardent, secret et fabuleux.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Les peluches</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Kikia, Tobias et Bonbon me sourient toujours, et ils m'aiment, inconditionnellement. Moi aussi je les aime comme des frères et sœurs, ou comme Minoute, la chatte de la famille. Ils eurent la forme d'animaux, mais mes doigts et ma bouche les ont peu à peu remodelés, et désormais ils n'ont plus de contours reconnaissables, des bouts de tissus mous et doux imprégnés de mon odeur. Je veille à ce qu'ils aient bien chaud la nuit, en les cachant sous ma couverture à mes côtés. Je les nourris dans ma dînette. Je prends soin d'eux avec ma générosité d'enfant. Je crois parfois reconnaître dans ces petites peluches les âmes des morts réincarnées, qui cherchent dans les objets un nouveau gîte. Cela m'incite à ne jamais les négliger, Kikia, Tobias et Bonbon.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Commencements</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je demandai à maman ce que j’étais avant de naître.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">« Tu étais une graine ». Et avant d'être une graine ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">« Tu étais un songe ». À ces mots, je me figurai un ange</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Voletant dans le noir, dans l'attente qu'une place</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Se libère sur la terre. Mais d'où provenait cet être ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">« Du désir de maman ». Ainsi les femmes créaient-elles</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ces choses ailées destinées à germer, dans un cycle</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">De métamorphoses qui me semblait douteux. Un ange,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Puis une plante, et finalement une fille. Bizarre.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mon frère m'expliqua, quand les parents étaient partis,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">L'histoire de la reproduction. Je ne compris pas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Où les angelots passaient. J'interrogeai maman.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">« Ils n'existent pas vraiment, ce sont des idées ». Je fus</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Une idée avant d'être femme, une impalpable créature</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Conçue le temps d'un vœu. Bien souvent ai-je alors</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Cherché ce qui restait du rêve qui m'avait engendrée.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Les mues</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Petite fille, je me déguisais beaucoup, avec de vieux vêtements usés, et parfois même des torchons. Je croyais qu'il suffisait d'enfiler un habit pour changer d'identité, alors j'avais préparé une liste de prénoms à porter successivement. Rachel était coiffée d'un chiffon bleu bordé d'un liseré de vert, Manon était enroulée dans une robe de chambre jaune que serrait à la taille un ruban dépareillé. Je ne répondais plus à mon propre nom lorsque j'étais ainsi vêtue. Je disais : "Je suis Rachel", et j'insistais, comme s'il s'agissait là d'un protocole à respecter, laissant jour après jour mes mues dans le bac à poupées.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Fin'amor</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'ai été marieuse</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">sous les arches de lierre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de l'école maternelle ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">j'avais choisi pour office</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">d'accorder les mains.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Moi je n'avais guère</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de mari : j'étais</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un frère, un père</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">aux amies orphelines,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et parfois même</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un chevalier servant.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Ma rose, tu es ma rose,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">l'unique rose"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je courtisais les filles</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">comme un amant</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">parfait, quand les contes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">nous enveloppaient</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de promesses furtives.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>L'alphabet</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le corps des femmes est fait de lettres :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un "v" entre les cuisses, sur la partie</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui me fascine, évasive comme des ailes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de cygne, et douce ; un "o" sur le ventre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">arrondi ; un "n" si les jambes s'espacent ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et d'autres encore quand elles dansent.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">C'est ainsi que j'apprends l'alphabet</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">des silhouettes humaines : face à elles</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et face à moi-même, épiant nos gestes,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">cherchant mes mots dans les miroirs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span>Cassandre</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Enfant, elle ne savait pas fixer l'objectif</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Des appareils photos, ce qui donne</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>À son regard un aspect étrangement vide</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Sur les images d'alors. Jeune femme,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Elle ferme souvent les yeux, surtout</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Quand elle ment. Et dans l'épaule aimée</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Elle vient appuyer son front, paupières</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Baissées, comme s'il fallait lui pardonner.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Un film tourne sans cesse au fond</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>De ses pupilles. Un film en noir et blanc.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Elle se demande d'où proviennent</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Ces larges plans cendrés : de la mémoire</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Très ancienne (ce qu'une vie antérieure </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>N'aurait pas oublié), ou de l'avenir, elle ne</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Sait. Peut-être est-ce le présent. Le seul</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Présent qui soit : celui des catastrophes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div></span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>L'icône</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je suis venue au monde pour te guérir,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Et toutes celles avant toi.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je vous dois, thaumaturge, d'accomplir</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Des miracles, réparant la perte,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Révoquant les absences.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Dans mon âme se rejouent,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Écheveau de mélodies,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Les tourments des générations.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Et tu me regardes, désolée</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Devant mon impuissance, et mes traits</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Fins comme de craie, qui ne présentent</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Rien qu'une icône de vos tristesses.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Flânant à l'église bien que je ne fusse pas chrétienne,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">mon regard était attiré par les larges vitraux </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui évoquaient les vies saintes, dont celle de Martin</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">déchirant son manteau. Lui, bien droit, sur son cheval,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et le mendiant debout, courbé, à moitié nu. Ma mère</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">m'avait raconté que ma grand-mère dans la misère</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">allait à l'école sans chaussures en hiver.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je supposais donc qu'être pauvre, c'était manquer </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">d'habits. Dans l'armoire de mes parents, je volais</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">des foulards, des chemises et des robes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pour m'enrouler dans leur odeur, les soieries douces </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et chaudes, le coton rassurant. Ainsi parée,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">je me sentais reine de quelque royaume, comédienne</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ou danseuse, mais j'espérais également contenir </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">le malheur, peut-être venger mes aïeules :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">elles n'avaient eu ces armures de tissus châtoyants.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Les parfums</b> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Dans la maison d'enfance</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">flottaient des odeurs par centaines</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui n'étaient que rarement nommées.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Il fallait être inventive :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">rapprocher l'odorat de l'ouïe, ou</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de la vue, ou du toucher, ou même </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">du goût. Tel parfum sentait le vert, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>tel </span><span>autre le concombre, </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>ce jour </span><span>où j'avais marché à l'orée</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">d'une forêt, la pluie sur les mûriers.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mes préférées de toutes était les moins</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">avouables : la colle superglue </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et le mercurochrome, ou encore</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">mon propre corps quand il sentait </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la sueur, l'odeur acide sous les aisselles.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je respirais profondément pour saisir </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ma présence, les notes que j'exhalais,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">aussi puissantes que rassurantes,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et je leur associais des mots</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">comme "styrax" ou "benjoin"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"santal" ou "cumin", des formules</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">par lesquelles j'existais autrement, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">plus fort peut-être, ou plus précisément.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La poupée</span></b></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b><b><br /></b><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Qui m'a vêtue de cette robe</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Et couchée seule ici ?</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">À mon pied droit manque un soulier</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Et mes cheveux sont dénoués</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'aimerais me souvenir</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Me souvenir que je ne respire pas</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Que mes mains raides ne savent</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ni caresser, ni embrasser</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Que ma bouche de cire est à jamais scellée</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Tandis qu'en moi</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Bonnes fées, monstres et sorcières</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Me rêvent sous mes yeux de verre</span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: -webkit-standard; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Fille de l'ogre</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Fille de l'ogre, on t'a mangée</div><div>comme les miettes</div><div>dans la forêt.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tu n'étais pas moins friable</div><div>que du pain</div><div>pour les oiseaux, festin</div><div>de sept vies</div><div><br /></div><div>tendres. Échangée,</div><div>ta couronne,</div><div>contre le sang d'un homme.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fille de l'ogre, on t'a jouée</div><div>comme des osselets</div><div>que l'on jette un par un.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mais tu ne peux retrouver</div><div>ce que tu as perdu.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ta couronne d'or</div><div>est un mirage dont la forêt</div><div>s'est coiffée.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tu es l'âme des chemins</div><div>dont on ne revient plus.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Premières règles</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Roulée en boule, une douleur</div><div>en bas du dos :</div><div>je dois être malade,</div><div>ou bien la météo d'avril</div><div>me joue des tours.</div><div><br /></div><div>Erreur : au fond de la culotte,</div><div>du sang.</div><div><br /></div><div>J'alerte les copines : "je saigne</div><div>de là, vous savez où".</div><div><br /></div><div>Nous nous sommes réunies</div><div>solennellement, Ludmilla</div><div>nous a expliqué</div><div>le fonctionnement des règles.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Je te prête une serviette"</div><div>"On va célébrer ça"</div><div><br /></div><div>En mon honneur, on a ouvert</div><div>une bouteille de coca-cola.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tu me demandes</div><div>ce que je crains. J'ai peur</div><div>sans complément,</div><div>comme si cela</div><div>n'était pas assignable,</div><div>sorte de mer étale,</div><div>informe.</div><div>Je la sonde : elle demeure</div><div>identique. La peur</div><div>bégaie ;</div><div>elle est née avec moi,</div><div>et me porte</div><div>à la manière de l'ombre</div><div>que même le midi</div><div>n'annule.</div><div>Je suis telle</div><div>que la peur me façonne,</div><div>m'entoure</div><div>presque maternelle, et</div><div>c'est pourquoi</div><div>tu ne peux me connaître</div><div>que par l'enfance -</div><div>la bête traquée</div><div>qui craint son propre rêve -</div><div>le tremblement des cils</div><div>et les poings</div><div>qui se serrent dans le vide.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Terre promise</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: start;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On a ouvert mon corps aux quatre vents </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: start;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Le ventre est une plaine</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Traversée parcourue foulée</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Les jambes des crêtes arides</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: start;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Et les bras forment une baie</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: start;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Je suis une zone franche</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Où l'on échange la langue</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Contre la viande et les os</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: start;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">En moi, tout est accessible</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Minerais affleurant</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">De la profondeur des veines</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: start;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">En moi, tout est disponible</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Aux aventures de contrebande</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: start;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Au pillage des terres mutilées</span></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Architecture de mon corps : le dedans,</div><div>Et le dehors. Où l'on ne peut entrer.</div><div>Sous les fenêtres closes, ma douleur.</div><div>Les émotions à la surface. J'aime ce</div><div>Qui tremble. Une caresse d'abandon.</div><div>Un frôlement dont la peau se souvient.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>J'ai commencé à écrire au mois de mars</div><div>de mes vingt-deux ans,</div><div>partie seule par les routes</div><div>sur un motif très vague de recherche</div><div>géographique. Je voulais me laisser</div><div>en friche, et le voyage de stop en stop</div><div>à mes risques et périls pouvait être</div><div>une autre façon, soit de me faire du mal,</div><div>soit de guérir (je crois du désir</div><div>de disparaître à bas bruit).</div><div>Le voyage est une espèce raffinée</div><div>de suicide, à moins qu'il ne s'agisse</div><div>d'une mue. J'ai souhaité parvenir jusqu'au</div><div>bout de moi-même. L'écriture</div><div>grattait les peaux mortes. Elle grattait tant</div><div>et tant que je voyais paraître, non</div><div>des muscles et des os,</div><div>mais l'écorce du chaos.</div><div>Le corps amoncellement d'images.</div><div>Chaussant les lunettes d'une scientifique</div><div>peu scrupuleuse, j'ai pris mes outils</div><div>et j'ai percé, coupé, raclé. Il y avait</div><div>des paysages. Il y avait les mouvements</div><div>qu'imprime la vitre d'un train.</div><div>Et, sur les plaines surgies d'une nappe</div><div>d'hiver, une bête sanglante</div><div>et apeurée. Une bête qui vit de mots.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Il y a un arbre qui a poussé dans mon ventre.</div><div>Ses branches nouées s'étendent jusqu'à ma gorge,</div><div>Et ses racines frêles se confondent avec mon sang.</div><div><br /></div><div>D'où vient cet arbre qui m'étrangle, et projette</div><div>De l'ombre autour de lui ? Je ne l'ai pas senti grandir,</div><div>Comme on refuse de percevoir les premiers signes</div><div>D'une grossesse. Je ne l'ai pas senti pourrir,</div><div>Son tronc s'asséchant et ses feuilles jaunissant.</div><div><br /></div><div>À présent, c'est un cadavre qui se tient sous ma peau.</div><div>Si je tâte mon cœur, j'entends une voix qui grince,</div><div>Et craque sous la pression. Une plainte de bois mort.</div><div><br /></div><div>Il y a parfois en nous un arbre à abattre.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><b>De branches brisées</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Nous avons connu des jours maigres,</div><div>éclairées par la lumière vacillante</div><div>et douce d'une veilleuse sentimentale.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nos mouvements de joie n'étaient</div><div>que crépitements secs, et brefs</div><div>clignotements de cœur au hasard.</div><div><br /></div><div>Comment nous pouvions être source</div><div>d'amitié pour l'une et l'autre,</div><div>je l'ignore ; mais j'ai trouvé en toi</div><div><br /></div><div>un abri improbable,</div><div>un foyer de brindilles où faire halte.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Canicule</b></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Une échappée en vélo. Je longe les champs</div><div>Brûlés par le soleil. Juillet-août.</div><div>Il faut garder l'équilibre, le sentier</div><div>cahote sous mes roues. Mais je persiste</div><div>Et l'effort se termine. Abondante autrefois,</div><div>L'eau de la rivière est gagnée par la boue.</div><div><br /></div><div>C'est le plein été. Je trempe mes pieds, jette</div><div>Ma canne à pêche. Quelques souvenirs</div><div>Mordent à l'hameçon, poissons grillés,</div><div>Barrages de pierres, qui luisent à l'air libre.</div><div>Une sale histoire du temps passé.</div><div><br /></div><div>J'essaie de l'imaginer. C'était ici, dans ces</div><div>Champs, une fille seule. Le chien noir</div><div>De la canicule me regarde sur l'autre rive.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Un oiseau me survole de son ombre</div><div>au-dessus du lit. J'ai un cœur luxuriant</div><div>comme un forêt muette. Je n'entends</div><div>pas sa force qui gronde, qui augmente,</div><div>en dedans. Je suis toujours dehors,</div><div>épiant derrière la porte de mon corps.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Peut-être es-tu passé</div><div>par le jardin de mon enfance</div><div>pieds nus, à pas lents</div><div>comme on fait pénitence </div><div>en secret chaque nuit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Si je fermais les yeux, </div><div>peut-être en trouverais-je</div><div>les traces, près des saules</div><div>une empreinte </div><div>presque toute effacée.</div><div><br /></div><div>Peut-être est-ce illusion.</div><div>Paisible, oublieux,</div><div>tu dors profondément.</div><div><br /></div><div>Je suis seule à me recueillir,</div><div>sur la terre argileuse</div><div>d'où le cauchemar surgit.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Je travaille jusqu'à une heure avancée de la nuit, des livres étalés pêle-mêle près de l'ordinateur, des stylos jetés en vrac sur des papiers griffonés, un bol de thé refroidi. Dans une fenêtre s'écoule une playlist de jazz, mi ludique mi nostalgique, avec chaloupes et lendemains désabusés. C'est déjà le matin. La nuit clairsemée emplit la cour de secousses timides, de chants précoces. J'éteins l'écran, je sors du bureau. Soudain le parfum des arbres me saisit et mes yeux s'écarquillent de plaisir. Une odeur de fleurs, de rosée, de moisissure aussi, dense et légère à la fois, le printemps tel qu'il s'est toujours révélé à moi. Je m'assois sur les marches. Je ne veux pas dormir. Il y a une langue des fragrances que je souhaiterais connaître, une arithmétique mémorielle que je cherche à résoudre. Mais aucune solution ne m'apparaît ce matin : je ne me souviens de rien, malgré cette reconnaissance d'une odeur aussi intime que saisonnière. Je m'assoupis à l'aube.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Les huiles végétales viennent du monde entier.</div><div>Elles sentent la vieille pharmacie ou la pâte à tartiner,</div><div>La sève des arbres ou les fleurs coupées.</div><div><br /></div><div>Longtemps je n'avais plus pour corps qu'une pierre</div><div>Que je n'osais toucher. J'en fuyais les images.</div><div>J'étais gênée non par son apparence, mais du simple</div><div>fait qu'elle existait, cette pierre, qui était mon corps.</div><div><br /></div><div>Puis j'ai recouvert ma peau d'huiles du monde entier.</div><div>Elle sentait la vieille pharmacie ou la pâte à tartiner,</div><div>La sève des arbres ou les fleurs coupées.</div><div><br /></div><div>Le corps par les parfums redevenait vivant, et aussi</div><div>Aimable. Sa peau satinée luisait sous les doigts :</div><div>Elle était douce à caresser, agréable à regarder.</div><div>Dans la glace, je passais des heures à la contempler.</div><div><br /></div><div>Je ne savais pas que l'on pouvait renaître à soi,</div><div>Par la magie blanche des huiles du monde entier.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Felicità</b></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Vie lente - de murmures, de poussière</div><div>De fruits verts mûrissant au soleil</div><div>Nonchalance rêveuse de l'été</div><div>Qui apprivoisent mes jours</div><div>La jeunesse aigüe de mon sang</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Le rhododendron</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Un matin s'est insinué depuis de la rue, par-dessus le muret, jusqu'aux racines du rhododendron dont il a ouvert les bourgeons, en ce mois d'avril 10° après la nuit une belle journée en gestation, le matin a rampé dans ma chambre, s'est enroulé à mon corps, j'ai pensé à un homme, puis je me suis levée, par la fenêtre on apercevait la masse de l'arbre parsemé de taches roses (je n'avais pas mis mes lunettes), je suis descendue boire mon café près des fleurs, il faisait à peu près 15° dans cette cour humide qui conserve la fraîcheur, et je me suis dit en pyjama que tout était comme prévu, sans variation aucune (si ce n'était la floraison), mon célibat, le café trop amer (je le rate à chaque fois), la cour humide et fraîche, un rêve qui m'accompagne, qui est assis exactement en face de moi, avec mes propres lunettes et un sérieux d'épousé.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Nous vieillirons ensemble</b></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Dans un cinéma de quartier, j'ai vu</div><div>un documentaire sur un groupe</div><div>d'artistes des années 70 vivant au jour</div><div>le jour dans des chambres exiguës,</div><div>partageant leurs galères avec des hôtes</div><div>qu'elles connaissaient à peine,</div><div>servant de muses les unes aux autres.</div><div>Lors de la projection, elles étaient</div><div>presque toutes présentes, les larmes</div><div>aux yeux, les cheveux blancs ;</div><div>je crois qu'à part moi, seules</div><div>les figurantes du film étaient venues,</div><div>comme si elles n'avaient rien créé</div><div>que pour elles ; ce cadeau elles</div><div>se l'offraient à elles-mêmes, et moi</div><div>j'étais l'intruse qui voyait se renouer</div><div>un ancien serment d'amour.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div><b>La gardienne</b></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>À l'intérieur de la maison dorment les invités.</div><div>Les mirabelles dorées mûrissent</div><div>Sur les branches hautes. Pas un souffle</div><div>De vent ne passe contre ma nuque.</div><div>J'ai abandonné mes sandales, et mon livre</div><div>Près de l'eau. À la lisière du jardin,</div><div>J'ai enterré, fillette, des chats et des oiseaux.</div><div>Je devais un jour posséder les clefs</div><div>De toutes les portes, et veiller sur les murs</div><div>Que la blancheur dévore. Je devais,</div><div>À l'heure des siestes, moi qui ne dors jamais,</div><div>Arracher l'inquiétude comme une plante</div><div>Invasive. Il en va ainsi des secrets que</div><div>Je ne révèle à personne : l'angoisse qui rôde,</div><div>Farouche, et les corps morts des animaux.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Lettre à Décembre</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">De même que dans les vieux poèmes,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">je voulais me confier à toi :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les anciennes divinités doivent avoir une adresse</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">où l'on peut leur écrire,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un courriel où envoyer ses prières.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ces temps-ci, je me sens démunie</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">comme si j'ignorais ce qu'on m'avait volé.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Tu dois rire : tant de gens très sérieux </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">doivent t'adresser leurs vœux</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les plus sauvages, les plus obscurs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je fais ce geste insensé d'écrire une lettre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">sans espoir de réponse,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ainsi que ces illuminées</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui fredonnent entre leurs dents</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">des chansons décousues.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'attends qu'il neige sur nos tristesses</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de gracieux flocons</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que j'avalerais tous ronds.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'attends que tu me couvres de ton grand manteau blanc</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pour que mes nuits connaissent le rêve.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ou bien que toi et moi,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">on règle nos comptes pour de bon,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">car me reviennent</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">friables et tremblantes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les cendres des hivers passés.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je n'attends que réparation.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Cher Décembre,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dans l'une de tes poches, tu gardes mon enfance perdue,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et les matins ensommeillés</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dans une clarté trouble</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui demeure.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Saurai-je les lire un jour.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Au marché, j'ai acheté un petit chien en peluche très laid, cinquante centimes. Il était évident qu'il ne les valait pas. Le vendeur m'avait dit qu'il finirait à la poubelle. Or il se trouve que rien ne m'attriste davantage que de voir les peluches livrées aux mites, à la moisissure ou aux égouts, comme si c'était ma propre enfance qu'on déchiquetait, ce en quoi elle croyait naïvement, la continuité entre l'animé et l'inanimé, le caractère sacré des doux camarades de jeu que l'on protège de son mieux. Et la maturité, la compréhension de ces illusions ne m'empêchaient pas de défendre cela même dans lequel j'avais placé toute ma foi. Le vendeur souriait de mon achat ridicule, mais je savais que, par-là, je tentais à ma façon de préserver un fragile noyau d'enfance. À la maison, après une machine et un bon coup de brosse, j'ai assis le petit chien sur mon bureau, où depuis il me regarde travailler.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Femme de trente ans</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Par le cinéma, par les livres,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">j'ai eu connaissance de la femme </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pathétique et grotesque </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">parce que seule ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">inaccomplie et triste, quasi une âme en peine.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">D'où vient qu'ayant atteint trente ans,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">je ne ressens aucune angoisse ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je mesure sereinement la force de ce choix </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">réversible, certes, et cependant noueux</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ainsi qu'un poing serré.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Rendue pour ainsi dire </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">à l'incertain, au doute,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">où j'ai souhaité m'établir. Je renouvelle ce vœu,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">comme autrefois les sœurs, toutes mes sœurs</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">en moi-même.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Æmilia</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Les toits flambaient d'un champ de coquelicots</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">par la fenêtre ouverte. Sang du mois d'août, l'Italie</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">des palais et des tours. De sa main droite, il jouait</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">des transcriptions de Bach. J'étais seule et heureuse,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ne reconnaissais plus mes peurs, ne savais même</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">si ce mot avait encore un sens. J'étais entre, et ma vie </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">feu de sauge et de basilic, de liqueur et de rose,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">m'était tout aussi mystérieuse que les notes épurées</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui descendaient vers la ville. "Entre, et seule", </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">me soufflaient-elles. Les toits paraissaient vaciller.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'ai dû fermer les yeux dans la chaleur de midi.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'entends sa voix, celle d'un homme d'âge moyen,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">cultivé. Je lui tourne le dos. De grands miroirs</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">encadrent la scène, où les reflets se multiplient,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">mais je refuse de les voir, et fixe mon assiette.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Sa mère était une intellectuelle, néanmoins</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">à l'époque, une femme ne faisait pas d'études. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Elle s'est donc occupée des domestiques</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et des enfants, dans un logement parisien</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que j'imagine cossu. L'existence qu'on souhaitait </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">aux dames convenables, de bonne famille.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Sur son lit de mort, le fils tenait un livre entre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ses mains ; je n'ai pas compris quel en était le titre.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La mère a raconté l'histoire, des phrases entières</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">lui revenaient, et ces souvenirs semblaient </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les liens qui la maintenaient en vie. Précaires,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de simples liens. Tout a rompu. L'enfant</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">est devenu écrivain. Je réfléchis à cette histoire </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">en observant mon visage dans l'encadrement</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">du miroir. Ce qu'une femme ne peut accomplir, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un homme le fait à sa place, comme par </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">procuration. Le frère ou le mari, ou la progéniture.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mais je me dis aussi, sans doute parce que</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">j'ai de l'orgueil, et des yeux où affleurent le sombre </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">éclat de la passion, que mon regard m'invente</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">en chaque lieu où il se pose. Je suis mon propre fils.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Nul n'aurait pu prédire</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qu'une fleur, puis une autre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">feraient céder la branche</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">d'un craquement si net ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">comme les prémices </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">d'un sentiment, invisibles</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pour qui ne veille</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">nuit et jour près de l'arbre.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">L'amour a fait sécession. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">De ma fenêtre,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">j'ai vu son rameau blanc</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">se coucher sur les ronces.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Depuis lors, il me semble</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ne finir de tomber.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">fermentent les menus indices</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">le grain pour les cérémonies </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">riches de nuit de nostalgie </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">auxquelles ma patience puise </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">je sers la trembleuse l'exquise </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">eau du passé chère eau de vie</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">mais je ne bois jusqu'à la lie</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pour garder trace du délice </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dépôt du temps dont me grise</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Tout a pris l'odeur de la joie,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et des arbres en fleurs</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui embaument les nuits </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">d'avril. La mémoire s'ouvre </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">en une prière,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et se suspend aux branches.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Vacances de l'âme</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et de la chair.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Lignes des mains </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">furtivement embrassées,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">comme on épouse,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">d'une école buissonnière,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les routes dérobées.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je ne ferai pas de promesse.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je porte la vérité </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">d'une annonce.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-10ad3dd2-a960-289d-6841-aec23cdda5ef" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Neuf mois, et tu t’amuses à souffler sur les vitres</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">afin de dissiper d’un geste frénétique </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">la vapeur que tu y as formée, l’image floue</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">et bleutée qui couvre ton reflet.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tu souffles, et se métamorphosent,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">les gens, les lieux, les choses</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">en lueurs. Parfois, tu te contentes d’observer</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">avec l’heureuse curiosité qui te caractérise déjà </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">l’empreinte de ta main au milieu de la buée.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Elle laisse apparaître un peu de ce visage</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">que tu ne reconnais pas pour tien.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: start;" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205132973013570601.post-11358035213429264342021-03-15T12:28:00.022-07:002021-12-02T05:34:03.761-08:00Poèmes de Jan Skácel [traductions]<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OBh7YFIdjqZdfuGJVzqH-WQcOAjtRjUxub50INUUKFyO1y4Cg-3x-LyaCfUyCe33xvpiAs81BHVfJmzRbWUbS-sD-xBED-raKIl2M_o5eiNz2zB4DlMi9_2_OcB-90fUyUDt98sbJCqj/s1226/20210311_142539.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="938" data-original-width="1226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OBh7YFIdjqZdfuGJVzqH-WQcOAjtRjUxub50INUUKFyO1y4Cg-3x-LyaCfUyCe33xvpiAs81BHVfJmzRbWUbS-sD-xBED-raKIl2M_o5eiNz2zB4DlMi9_2_OcB-90fUyUDt98sbJCqj/s320/20210311_142539.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><b><span style="text-align: justify;">L</span><span style="text-align: justify;">es îles</span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Contre notre désir contre notre blessure</div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">nous renversons la nuit</span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">sous le ciel étoilé nous dénudons l’obscurité</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">Et si même le continent de notre espoir</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">doit être submergé</span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">si tout doit disparaître ainsi qu’un peu de vous</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">ne nous désolons pas trop</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">De la mer du temps émergeront après nous</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">de nouvelles îles pour de nouveaux naufragés</span></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><b>Sonnet en guise de rose</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><span style="text-align: left;">Dans un parc on peut voler des roses publiques</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">par une nuit d’été la Rose dans un vase</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">est blessée au matin tombent ses pétales</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">comme toute chose toute splendeur humaine</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Il y a les roses posées sur les cercueils</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">les petites roses blanches pour les mariés</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">il y a la rose arrachée par vengeance</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">et sombre comme le sang la rose de la révolte </span><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Aucune parmi ces fleurs la Rose pour toi</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">nous irons la cueillir ensemble à la lisière</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">où tu t’es accoudée au ciel</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">lorsque nous partagions l'hier de l'autrefois</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">La voie lactée soudain nous était navigable</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">et les radeaux de l’amour pouvaient y passer</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><b>Soir</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dans le ciel le vent se lève,
le vent écarlate </span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-b88u0q r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">de</span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> demain,
et à </span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">nouveau l'amour,
</span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">à nouveau du fond des temps
</span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-b88u0q r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">au loin fait obstacle</span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-b88u0q r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">à</span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-b88u0q r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">la mort.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><b>Éclaboussures</b></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">Le vent a mangé des poignées de neige,</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">il était puissant,</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">faisait vaciller les lumières,</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">et les ombres des maisons étaient soudain entraînées</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">dans une sorte de danse mêlée à l'asphalte.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">Nos corps aussi, le vent les a lancés dans le jeu,</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">d'un sortilège, il a fait de nous des géants,</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">de beaux charbonniers,</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">tandis que les haies vives crachaient </span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">l'humidité, l'odeur noire du printemps.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">*******</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><b>Petite gare</b></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Il y a des paysages où les enfants </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">saluent encore les trains.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Nous sommes toujours un peu tristes</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">dans les petites gares</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">où personne n'attend.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Soudain, nous avons l'âme blanche du sureau,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">soudain, nous sommes trop pleins d'humanité.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">*******</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><b>Un chariot plein de fleurs </b></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Les glaneuses étaient les reines </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">de mon enfance, et nous rêvons souvent </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">d'une ville que des enfants auraient bâtie</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">avec de petites pierres.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Mais toi, tu construis un chariot plein de fleurs</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">sur le chemin du songe.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Peut-être y avait-il là un arbre, une étoile prise dans les racines,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">dont nous retenons la peur, mon ami,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">la livèche,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">et glanons les épis,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">avant que la nuit ne nous surprenne parmi l'éteule.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">*******</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBrs5c3cxPRVXKJ4NOaA_se-i0TY6qWYWpamlwhiIfK_Ckke-Ga6T1YofmQfvy-OGUM69HrImkqMXbHOcaSPWGAhQLDaz2cSnJFO_KMr2XWbgz8KsKmV7odhxJLVS-qSiZn80ZQQl98_j/s2048/20210311_142011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1453" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBrs5c3cxPRVXKJ4NOaA_se-i0TY6qWYWpamlwhiIfK_Ckke-Ga6T1YofmQfvy-OGUM69HrImkqMXbHOcaSPWGAhQLDaz2cSnJFO_KMr2XWbgz8KsKmV7odhxJLVS-qSiZn80ZQQl98_j/s320/20210311_142011.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">*******</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: times;"><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Le pont</b></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">La rivière est tout près viens voir</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Comme elle coule entre les piliers</div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Le fil à plomb passé à travers la surface</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Nous n'oublierons pas les morts</div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Plus patients que les pêcheurs</div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Sans crainte nous appuierons nos coudes</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Sur le granit du parapet</div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">J'ignore tes morts et tu ignores les miens</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">S'arrêter sur un pont est un bienfait</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Une douleur aiguë comme une ligne noire</div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Nous transperce le cœur</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Soudain nous nous penchons sur les nuages</div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><b>Sonnet avec rossignol et craintes</b></span><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><div style="text-align: left;">Lorsque les mots seront absents</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tu sauras quel miracle c'était</div><div style="text-align: left;">La branche nommant l'oiseau<br />Le rossignol disant l'arbre tout haut<br /><br />Et jamais on ne t'interroge<br />Pour la dixième fois réponds-moi<br />Jusqu'où sous la terre embaument en rêve<br />Le géranium le cornouiller le lilas<br /><br />Et guère plus on ne t'interroge</div><div style="text-align: left;">Avant qu'une manche ne cache le silence<br />Pose la question que j'ai peur de poser<br /><br />Ce qu'on craindrait pour deux personnes</div><div style="text-align: left;">Quelle quantité en reste-t-il ?<br />Le rossignol ne craint rien quand il chante</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></span><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Traductions du tchèque et photos d'Oriane Celce.</b></span></span></div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205132973013570601.post-88446335329188766522020-12-14T00:32:00.135-08:002023-11-07T02:22:49.069-08:00Les pas perdus [en cours]<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i style="background-color: white;">Les pas perdus entremêle des réflexions autobiographiques sur la création avec de fausses biographies de poétesses.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wLuqG7qYq5scj6lwssjZCGeq1YHdBdmKOTrNvwxtQyk4a0bMVPyBJC8iinZ8lxvoiAtHRQlUTMHUXAA9OVW8yK1RoZx85ifmIBzTspImP0xwyz90T-iB7LyHC1kTxN3Rci6gvMJnekYu/s2048/20200730_102620.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1259" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wLuqG7qYq5scj6lwssjZCGeq1YHdBdmKOTrNvwxtQyk4a0bMVPyBJC8iinZ8lxvoiAtHRQlUTMHUXAA9OVW8yK1RoZx85ifmIBzTspImP0xwyz90T-iB7LyHC1kTxN3Rci6gvMJnekYu/s320/20200730_102620.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><span face=""><b>Aeliana Felix</b></span></span><br /><span face=""><span face=""><br /></span><span face=""><br /></span><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Calpurnus Calvus mentionne, dans une anthologie de ses contemporains poètes datée du IIIe siècle de notre ère, une certaine Aeliana Felix, originaire de la province tarraconaise. On connaît peu d'éléments sur sa famille et sa formation, le complément rédigé par Marcus Drusus Fabianus au siècle suivant ne nous éclairant pas davantage sur sa vie. Les vers d'Aeliana sont néanmoins cités de manières partielle dans plusieurs sources antiques : "Ton rire haut de nuée [...] / Toi protégée d'Aphrodite [...]", "Et l'aurore te revêtit du manteau de Proserpine [...]" (nous empruntons ces traductions à Jacques de Loisac, 1962). La légende rapporte qu'Aeliana se jeta dans le Tibre par amour. Aucun de ses textes n'a été retrouvé complet.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Orphée</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>De l'obscurité tu es issue, à l'obscurité tu retournes, voix orpheline. Corps déchiré, lambeaux de rêves, entrailles. Aucun secours dans la médecine que l'on t'avait transmise : des Enfers on ne revient que dans la solitude. Même toi qui avais deux épouses, la lumineuse qui recule et la sombre qui s'avance, des clefs cachées dans son habit. De la perte les chiens t'ont appris la magie, celle du monde souterrain où ils peuvent nous guider. N'as-tu pas toujours été morte, âme en peine, passeuse ? Si nous te dévorons, c'est pour l'éternité. De l'obscurité tu es issue, à l'obscurité tu retournes, voix orpheline.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;">Lucienne Solis</b></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face="">Lucienne Solis ne lisait pas de poésie, n'avait aucune opinion sur la littérature, et ne se rêvait pas écrivaine. Un jour, tout à fait par hasard, la lecture dérobée d'un ami la rendit curieuse de ses propres capacités à approcher les choses de cette manière très codifiée que l'on appelle les vers. Elle écrivit <em>pour voir</em>, comme on colle son œil à la serrure d'une porte sous laquelle passe le halo d'une lumière. Elle ne cessa jamais plus de composer des poèmes, le matin avant que les enfants ne se réveillent, et le soir quand ils dormaient. Menant une existence discrète dans la campagne bourguignonne, Lucienne fut, dit-on, une mère et une grand-mère comblée. L'une de ses filles publia ses poèmes en 2001 sous le titre <i>Œillets et poussière</i>. Elle avait 80 ans.</span><br /><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i style="background-color: white;">J'ai peur de ta douceur,</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i style="background-color: white;">De ta tristesse aussi fine</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i style="background-color: white;">Que la poussière,</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i style="background-color: white;">Des années trop lentes.</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i style="background-color: white;">J'ai peur que ne m'enserre</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i style="background-color: white;">Ta tendresse - si bien</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i style="background-color: white;">Que je te trompe avec</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i style="background-color: white;">Ton ombre.</i></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;">Trobar</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Les troubadours et trobairitz excellent à "trobar", c'est-à-dire "trouver" en occitan. Soudain se présente ce qu'on ne cherchait pas, rencontre imprévue, douce ironie du sort, naissance inespérée, qu'on pourrait réunir sous le terme de "trouvaille".</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">Tout aussi bien peut-on se retrouver poète par un concours de circonstances, comme ce fut mon cas à l'automne 2013.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">La vocation par accident, soit un appel qui ne m'était pas destiné, mais que j'interceptai au lieu d'une autre, ce jour-là de septembre où je n'attendais rien de spécial, assise dans un train qui sillonnait de vastes plaines.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">J'avais acheté deux recueils en flânant dans une brocante : Paul Éluard et Sapphô. Je les feuilletais distraitement, et jetais de temps en temps des coups d'œil par la fenêtre.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Il se trouva qu'une strophe prit forme dans mon esprit ou, davantage qu'une véritable strophe, un rythme ponctué de quelques mots.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Une chansonnette, un ver d'oreille, une comptine. Cette agaçante mélodie qui vous trotte dans la terre, et qui vous frustre d'autant plus que des paroles vous manquent. Vous l'écrivez alors pour vous en débarrasser, la punaiser, l'écarteler sur une feuille, et par bonheur les silences se remplissent peu à peu.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Très vite néanmoins, cette strophe solitaire vous embête. Il lui faut une suite, ou un prélude, en tous cas un habillement pour qu'elle paraisse moins nue. Vous qui n'avez jamais su chercher, vous vous demandez comment combler ce manque, car la trouvaille est capricieuse : il est difficile de la réitérer, les mots vous narguent, les images ne s'assemblent qu'avec réticence.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Il existait un forum d'écriture où un ami publiait. Je m'y étais inscrite pour l'encourager sans qu'il le sût, prenant part clandestinement aux échanges de la plateforme. Sûrement m'y aiderait-on à compléter mon poème. Il se trouva qu'on me lut et qu'on me commenta, alimentant de façon durable cette étrange quête sans objet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">La fascination des commencements suscite ses propres mythes, ses généalogies, ses équations insolubles. Mes débuts à moi n'étaient qu'une chanson désarticulée surgie par effraction, de même que l'animal meurtri, l'oiseau à l'aile blessée. Cela m'avait trouvée pour que je le répare, médecin des latences et des musiques brisées.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;">Jeannette L. C.</span></b></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;">Tout d'abord, il y eut le <em>skyblog</em> "Love Cat Generation", qu'elle animait sous le pseudonyme de SuperCatLover99. Elle y écrivait, selon ses propres dires, des suites d'alexandrins peu réglementaires rimés en "é". Cette phase dura jusqu'à ses 14 ans, âge auquel elle décida d'effacer son site. Quelques années plus tard, Jeannette L. C. se réinventa au sein d'un forum sous le nom de RilkPrincess. Elle y composait des vers libres d'inspirations très disparates, quoique surtout surréalistes, si l'on en croit les membres qui se souviennent de ses premiers fils, aujourd'hui supprimés. Jeannette chercha sa voix, crut la trouver, en fut déçue, désira la perdre. Elle cessa d'écrire. Puis la mort lui "ouvrit grand sa gueule", dans tous les sens du terme, et par tristesse, par effroi peut-être, la poésie lui revint. "J'écrivais comme une somnambule, sans corps, sans réelle conscience, dépossédée". Ses poèmes de deuil n'ont pas encore été publiés.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i>Miroitement<br />Tu sais que la joie est miroitement<br />Sur une eau de tristesse<br /><br />Que balbutient tes lèvres froides ?<br /><br />Un empressement à vivre<br />Qui s'éteint et s'éveille<br /><br />Légèreté de ta parole cernée de nuit<br />Dansant au bord<br />D'une extase impossible</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Journal, août 2015</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65ObrbRBb68P3ZfA2Q1oBXSI3mwZ2DOnud3hXlmQvs_tii4Bny0HAviert0Q5JvMwF2hO1sAYyk1CiN8xrFLyWnmJmN6eBtRVEAw57wfSii1_VO0SFh65Lf89Hxhc0gQ2ZNKrBS89lCKK/s2048/20201218_145058.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65ObrbRBb68P3ZfA2Q1oBXSI3mwZ2DOnud3hXlmQvs_tii4Bny0HAviert0Q5JvMwF2hO1sAYyk1CiN8xrFLyWnmJmN6eBtRVEAw57wfSii1_VO0SFh65Lf89Hxhc0gQ2ZNKrBS89lCKK/w320-h199/20201218_145058.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><b>Mathilde Levert</b></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;">Au commencement, il y eut une maison en forme de champignon. Puis il y eut une sorcière habitant la maison. Puis il y eut une grande forêt où cueillir des aromates, apprivoiser des tigres, et porter secours à des princesses, des héros incertains, des reines déchues. Elle avait quatre ans, et une imagination dont les limites s'étendaient en cercles concentriques, plus vaste que les forêts, plus puissante que les charmes. Autour d'elle, on s'asseyait en rond, silencieux, respectueux. Au commencement, il y eut sûrement l'amour du conte, des yeux écarcaillés, des bouches bées, des sursauts de surprise ou de joie. Le plaisir partagé se lisait à même la peau, à même les lèvres, chez ces enfants de paysans de la fin du XIXe siècle. Au sein de cette société enfantine, l'autrice avait sa place, en communion avec les autres. Elle serait conteuse d'histoires. Mathilde Levert devint en réalité lavandière, mais elle n'oublia jamais la promesse qu'elle s'était faite. Dans les cours des fermes, à la tombée de la nuit, on venait encore l'écouter, puis on colportait ses récits à travers la contrée. Aucun de fut écrit, mais Mathilde laissa quelques poèmes qu'on cachait aux plus jeunes. Voici l'un d'entre eux.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Les dormeuses</i></span></u></div><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Le lit du fleuve est tiède</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Ta voix plaintive</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">S'inquiète que l'on vive</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Un intermède</div></span></i></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Le soleil de décembre</em></div></em><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Tend sa ramure</em></div></em></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Nous sommes enlacées</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">D'un même rêve</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Tu penses que sa sève</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Est épuisée</div></span></i></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Le soleil de décembre</em></div></em><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Tend sa ramure</em></div></em></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span><div style="text-align: justify;">La nuit à pas comptés</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Reprend sa route</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">C'est ce que tu redoutes</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">À mes côtés</div></span></i></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Le soleil de décembre</em></div></em><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Tend sa ramure</em></div></em></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Or un sommeil profond</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Le jour encore</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Rayonne de nos corps</div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Et nous confond</div></span></i></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Le soleil de décembre</em></div></em><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Tend sa ramure</em></div></em><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Dans l'antre de verdure</em></div></em></span><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">Qu'est notre chambre</span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="color: #111111; text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="color: #111111; text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="color: #111111; text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="color: #111111; text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="color: #111111; text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="color: #111111; text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="color: #111111; text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="color: #111111; text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="color: #111111; text-align: justify;"><em><br /></em></div></em></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Conter</b></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Quelques photos et vidéos rendent compte de ce rituel, dont j'ai conservé des souvenirs précis : maman, mon frère et moi autour d'un livre ouvert, et un cénacle de peluches en guise d'auditoire élargi. Très tôt, mes petites mains s'emparaient des ouvrages, et je faisais semblant de lire, récitant en réalité ce que je connaissais par cœur, au silence près, celui de la page qui se tourne ou des images esquissées. Chaque soir, les mêmes mots revenaient comme des prières dont les dieux s'appelaient Loup, Aladdin ou Lapin, animaux parlants, humains extraordinaires. Une mythologie où les époques et les pays semblaient se fondre, où vacillaient les limites entre les êtres. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'approchais mes yeux des lettres indéchiffrables : des bâtons noirs d'où pouvaient naître des univers châtoyants, par une sorte de transmutation. Je désirais à mon tour maîtriser cette alchimie. J'appris à lire très vite et, toujours fidèle au rituel familial, j'eus néanmoins conscience de la liberté que j'avais désormais acquise. Je pris l'habitude de lire seule, en public, en douce, sous les tables, dans les coins. Je lisais à défaut de savoir jouer, échanger, rencontrer. Les livres étaient de beaux écrans qui me dissimulaient. Je ne les quittais pas, leur conférant un pouvoir protecteur équivalent à mes doudous. Certains ne contenaient que des images, des vignettes de couleurs vives qui m'enchantaient ou m'apaisaient. Je brodais à leur sujet des histoires changeantes, que je me racontais tout bas.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Un jour, la maîtresse nous demanda si nous connaissions de jolis contes à faire découvrir à la classe. Quand la parole me fut donnée, mes camarades avaient déjà cité tous mes personnages familiers, et je me trouvai bête de rien avoir à ajouter. J'inventai un récit : une sorcière, un champignon géant, un tigre ailé. Mon premier succès à l'école. Un nouveau rituel s'instaura dont j'étais l'initiatrice, celui de continuer l'histoire lors des récréations. Moi qui n'avais jusqu'alors pas eu d'amies, j'étais assise au milieu d'un cercle de petits enfants silencieux et attentifs. Mon imagination révéla une force insoupçonnée, qui me valut une place dans cette société miniature. Je différai le moment où j'avouerais mon mensonge : aucun livre n'existait, si ce n'était dans ma tête, à l'état de rêverie. Grâce à cette tromperie, notre cérémonie dura plusieurs années. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Si l'on m'interroge sur le rapport que j'entretiens à la littérature, il est difficile d'ignorer cette origine, que j'ai peut-être enjolivée, comme si elle avait elle-même basculé dans l'univers des contes. L'excellence scolaire, le désir de briller, le prestige culturel, cela n'avait pas de sens à mon esprit d'enfant. Je racontais des histoires parce que c'était un moyen de communiquer. La fiction était un pont entre les autres et moi. Bien souvent, je me suis saisie de la littérature pour parvenir à parler, par le biais de textes frauduleux rédigés pour autrui, ou encore d'exposés, de critiques, de photos. À l'âge adulte, je peux dire que les livres m'ont apporté des ami.e.s, qui faisaient comme moi société par la littérature. C'est pourquoi j'ai une voix coulée dans la fiction. Je suis un être de papier aussi bien que de sang, mi-femme mi-créature, mi-personne mi-rêve.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><b>Suor Giovanna di Carifoglio</b></span><br /><span face=""><span face=""><br /></span><span face=""><br /></span><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Suor Giovanna di Carifoglio, de son vrai nom Rosalba Giovanna Mughetto, naquit près d'Arezzo en 1537. Son père, un haut-administrateur, lui donna une éducation alors peu commune pour une enfant de son sexe, alliant les cours de musique à l'apprentissage du latin. Elle reçut une solide formation littéraire auprès d'instructeurs de renom. À vingt ans, ses poèmes faisaient parler d'eux dans les milieux instruits de Toscane, même si on les disait d'esprit tendre et confus, manquant de vigueur et d'éclat. Les femmes, surtout, aimaient apparaître en compagnie de la poétesse, dont elles louaient la modestie et la bonté. Ces amitiés, que d'aucuns soupçonnaient d'être sapphiques, Rosalba s'étant jusqu'alors refusée à tous ses prétendants, finirent par ternir sa réputation, si bien qu'à l'âge de vingt-sept ans elle entra au couvent. Ses poèmes profanes furent perdus, mais demeure une épître qu'elle écrivit juste avant sa mort à seulement trente-huit ans. Nous en reproduisons ici la traduction de Marjolaine Colozzi :</span></span><br /><span face=""><span face=""><span face=""><br /></span></span><span face=""><span face=""><br /></span><span face=""><br /></span><span face=""><i>Ma sœur étrange appelée l'Agathe, tu embarqueras seule par hérésie d'amour. Heureuse, ma sœur, à l'énigme tremblante.</i></span></span></span><i><br /><span face=""><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Sans même la connaissance des heures du matin, tu sentiras l'île que tu portes, voisine du cœur et du poumon, âme lovée dans le ventre, cette île qui agite les paupières de l'oiseau.</span></span><br /><span face=""><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Dans le plus intime d'elle, tu trouveras en toi, jubilante, une sorte de nid, mais oui Agathe, hors d'elle en elle, hors de toi en toi.</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Le poème</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Je suis la cicatrice et son éclat</div><div>d'argent, sur la table de l'hôpital.</div><div>Les doigts gantés de blanc, </div><div>et les lames affûtées. Au reflet </div><div>d'un miroir, une peau mutilée.</div><div>Je suis le corps ouvert et le métal</div><div>qui tranche, incise, élargit et</div><div>arrache. J'ai des mains qui </div><div>guérissent. Quand l'opération</div><div>se termine, je range mes outils.</div><div>Je deviens mon propre salut.</div><div>Je me referme comme un secret.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b><span style="color: #741b47;">Etelka Kosovel</span></b></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;">Née d'une famille d'origine hongroise et slovène immigrée en Italie, Etelka manifesta très tôt une vive curiosité pour les langues, qu'elles fussent parlées ou éteintes. Bonne élève, elle suivit un cursus classique où elle étudia le grec ancien et le latin, tout en consacrant son temps libre à l'apprentissage autodidacte de diverses grammaires. Elle prit goût à la traduction, cet entre-deux où se glisser, attentive et versatile. Elle aimait incarner dans sa voix des échos lointains, recueillir l'étranger, quitte à en dévoiler parfois le caractère irréductible. Elle-même n'était-elle pas d'ailleurs ? Conservatrice de musée, elle prenait soin des objets naufragés qui avaient franchi les siècles et, troublée par la ressemblance qui l'unissait à eux, elle leur écrivait des poèmes. Elle composa le texte suivant en plusieurs langues, dont le slovène, l'italien et le français.</span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><u><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Les radieuses</span></i></u></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Au jardin du musée archéologique, les statues ont le visage lavé de sable, des brisures d'Atlantide au coin des yeux. Les baigneuses, les radieuses au regard d'ostraca sont blanchies de soleil.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Le silence n'embarrasse pas ces belles fracassées par les âges, qui profitent d'une pause à l'ombre des arcades. Penché vers elles, un cédratier a refleuri; son amertume est douce à effacer l'esprit.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Midi se faufile entre les pierres comme une coulœuvre, avant de s'enrouler aux branches du cédratier. Quant aux statues enlacées, aux sirènes mordues de sommeil, elles ne connaissent que la stupeur des corps épris.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Aurora Haywood</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />On l'appelait Aurora Haywood, mais cela n'était en réalité qu'une simple signature inscrite sous des poèmes. Personne ne savait à qui cela renvoyait, ni l'apparence de cette personne, ni son véritable nom, mais ses textes défilaient sur les écrans d'ordinateur, noirs sur fond blanc comme des trouées dans la neige, aussi curieux que les empreintes d'un animal invisible. On avait bien tenté de faire connaissance avec l'autrice, de l'interroger sur ses goûts, ses avis, son métier ; en vain : Aurora ne répondait guère aux messages qu'on lui adressait. Les spéculations allaient bon train. S'agissait-il d'une jeune femme aux élans mystiques ? D'une digne lettrée soigneusement masquée ? Ou d'un vieil homme farceur ? En réalité, trois adresses I.P. se connectaient sous ce pseudonyme, Rose Sommer, Eleanor Seligman et Xia Mu, des amies de longue date. Elles écrivaient tour à tour des textes aux tons divers, se les échangeaient, ajoutaient des vers, retranchaient des virgules, puis publiaient sous un même nom. Aurora palpitait de leurs rythmes mêlés, de leurs savoirs, de leur entente, et des émotions qui se réfractaient dans le style de chacune. Elle (Aurora, ou Xia, ou Rose, ou Eleanor) affirmait qu'une poétesse jouait de ses voix, légères, graves, éraillées, puissantes, aïgues ou suaves, quel que fût le nombre d'êtres qui l'habitaient, quelle que fût la vie qu'on lui prêtait. Il en allait d'un art ainsi que d'un orchestre, qui pouvait comporter une musicienne, ou trois, ou dix. La traduction du poème suivant est due à Liora Jamet.<br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Je suis entrée dans la chambre</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">qui n'est d'aucun pays,</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">laissant sur le seuil mon âme</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">comme un habit. Je venais</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">pour la joie dont tu étais la terre</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">fertile, patiente, et nue ;</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">dénaturalisée, je posais</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">sur ton sol le poids de mon exil.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;">Perdre</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je pense à écrire, néanmoins je n'écris pas. La création se résume en grande partie à cela, anticiper l'écriture, l'oublier, la regretter, puis de nouveau l'anticiper. Assez peu assidue, je possède pourtant cette disposition d'esprit, lancinante, circulaire, qui ne me laisse pas de répit. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je ressens l'angoisse sourde que le temps vienne à manquer, le sentiment d'une urgence. Rien ne la justifie vraiment, mais dans cette perspective, l'écriture n'est que de crise, vivace et intense, suspendue entre deux états, ce qui la précède et ce qui la suit. Les poèmes m'apparaissent alors comme autant de sursis, autant de grâces avant le vide où je n'écrirai plus. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">Vide de la mort, vide de l'habitude, vide d'un sacrifice que j'aurais fait de mon existence, par exemple dans un foyer où je serais entièrement requise (le bonheur domestique ne m'est rien moins qu'une menace). Vide aussi d'une inspiration enfuie, d'une parole confisquée, d'un empêchement à dire.</span><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'ai affaire à ce qui se perd : et ce sera perdu.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Qu'elle soit imminente ou lointaine, je m'exerce à différer cette perte par toutes mes entreprises.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><span style="text-align: center;"><b>Alkmíni</b></span><b> Ekonomidès</b></span><br /><span face=""><br /></span><span face=""><br /></span><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Alkmíni Ekonomidès était institutrice à Chypre. Ses contemporaines la décrivaient comme une petite femme taciturne, qui n'était jamais si expansive que lorsqu'elle dansait. Alkmíni préférait aux paroles les gestes, aux idées les expressions. Aussi son activité poétique suprit-elle ses amies, la soixantaine passée, et ses livres d'enseignante définitivement fermés. Elle se contentait de répondre qu'elle cherchait à alléger le poids du langage, cette matière austère qui l'avait toujours oppressée. "Les mots, il faut les mettre en mouvement pour ne pas qu'ils vous écrasent", affirmait-elle. Alkmíni ne faisait pas lire ses textes, mais les chantait, n'imaginant d'autre manière de les transmettre. Nous vous en proposons une traduction composée par Laure Lachère.</span></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><i>Je suis fermement liée</i></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><i>aux objets, aux espaces, aux souvenirs,</i></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><i>même aux rêves,</i></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><i>et d'autant plus fidèle que j'y suis</i></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><i>infidèle, car pour ne pas souffrir</i></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><i>de si grands attachements, il me faut</i></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><i>les trahir. Je n'ai jamais cessé de partir,</i></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><i>de révoquer ce qui me brûle</i></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><i>au-dedans comme une fièvre.</i></div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="" style="background-color: white; 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color: #4c1130; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="" style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="" style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="" style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Jeanne Réamard</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Née dans une famille prospère de la bourgeoisie commerçante du début du XVIIe siècle, Jeanne Réamard dut recevoir une éducation soignée, puisqu'elle cita Homère et Sappho, connue grâce au Pseudo-Longin, dans l'un des rares extraits de sa correspondance qui nous soient parvenus. Sa vie reste mystérieuse. On dit qu'elle fut mariée jeune à un marchand de fourrures dont l'hôtel particulier a été aménagé en mairie à la fin du XIXe siècle. Ils ne nous reste de Jeanne Réamard que quelques sonnets d'inégale valeur.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Dans le suc vert de la viorne,</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Patience devient croyance.</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Doucereuse, la fragrance,</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Qui s’exhale des tons mornes,</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Évoque un printemps absent,</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Mais qu'elle semble connaître</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Avant que viennent paraître</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Les premiers rameaux de l'an.</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Vois, la saison que j’appelle</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>S'abrite à l'ombre des saules ;</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Or, ta main sur mon épaule</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(116, 27, 71);"><i>Prodigue autant d’ombre qu’elle</i></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Quand, à tes côtés, je veille.</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Quand, à tes côtés, je veille.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">*******</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;">Rappeler</b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je me demande souvent comment se mesurer à l'enfant qu'on a été. Ressentir les choses dans leur distance première, leur nouveauté radicale, comme il advient lors des rencontres qui vous rendent plus entière, et dévoilent ce manque insoupçonnable qui vous traversait.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La musique et la poésie m'ouvrent encore une fenêtre sur quelque chose de minuscule et d'immense à la fois, qui n'est rien du tout, et semble tout contenir. </span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Un petit noyau d'émotions intact, un second cœur, capable de restaurer le trouble d'autrefois. Ces jours où découvrir une œuvre avait fait événement, mains moites, gorge serrée, une déchirure dans la poitrine, une joie rageuse qui donnait envie de crier.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Il m'arrivait de me dire plus tard, aux époques où je sentais mon identité vaciller, que ce cœur serait toujours là, qu'on ne pourrait me l'enlever, à l'instar de n'importe quel organe vital.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je réécoutais en boucle des morceaux pour me rappeler qui j'étais, voire me rappeler que j'étais. Je me répétais des vers pour me recomposer.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">En dehors de cela, je n'ai jamais cru à l'âme.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><b>Sophie de Cerely</b></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;">Elle se fit connaître dans le monde par sa beauté, son raffinement et sa tenue. Sophie de Cerely avait des manières surannées, douces et affables, qui semblaient soucieuses d'estomper les bords les plus tranchants des relations sociales. On découvrit peu à peu qu'elle était également instruite, si bien que le salon qu'elle tint dès 1920 n'eut pas pour seule fin de faire admirer la délicatesse de sa personne, mais aussi de discuter littérature et musique. Des auteurs réputés le fréquentèrent, honorés d'y rencontrer une muse si distinguée. Ainsi donna-t-elle ses traits à la Coralia d'Alain Mauprès, poète lauréat de nombreux concours qui tomba rapidement dans l'oubli. La légende rapporte qu'elle écrivit les vers suivants lorsqu'il la délaissa pour l'épouse d'un autre auteur mais, contrariée, elle démentit plus d'une fois la rumeur.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i>Quand tu reviendras me voir (si tu reviens un jour),</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i>ne t'annonce pas. Ne frappe pas à ma porte,</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i>ni n'appelle, ni ne sonne. Le verrou n'est pas tiré. </i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i>Ma porte bat au vent, de sorte qu'il y entre</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i>des animaux errants, hermines, chats et renards.</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i>N'hésite pas sur le seuil pour chercher tes paroles.</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i>Avance comme autrefois jusqu'à la chambre,</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i>fantôme auquel la mort n'a pas fait perdre</i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><span face=""><i>ses habitudes. Embrasse-moi d'un long sommeil.</i></span><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Martina Kranger</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Martina Kranger naquit dans une fertile région céréalière du Wisconsin. Elle était la cadette d'une famille de sept enfants. Après l'école, elle lisait des histoires à sa sœur malvoyante : "J'étais ses yeux, elle était ma meilleure oreille". Elle décida très tôt de devenir artiste, "avant même de savoir ce que le mot signifiait". Mauvaise élève, on la destinait pourtant aux rudes travaux des champs. Elle fugua à seize ans avec son amant de l'époque, John M., qui l'abandonna en apprenant qu'elle est enceinte. Mère célibataire installée à Chicago, elle se fit toute sa vie appeler "Mademoiselle". On ignore la suite de son existence, partagée entre plusieurs petits boulots. Seule sa passion pour la peinture transparaît dans les rares fragments de son journal qu'elle accepta de publier : "Des champs nimbés de bleu à perte de vue, sans une ombre, lignes floues. Comme des peintures du Lorrain, toutes formes émoussées à la tombée du jour. La peinture m'apprend à voir". Le photographe Edmond Steigler était un inlassable promoteur de son œuvre, et finança plusieurs de ses voyages en Europe. Elle eut un succès d'estime dans des cercles confidentiels de poètes étasuniens. Son fils unique devint peintre. Traduction de Loretta Vislang.</span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><u>Piero della Francesca</u></span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Une lumière égale enveloppe la scène,</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Qui ne provient de nulle part.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le rouge et l'or, couleurs de la victoire</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Paraissent ici bien douces.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je ne me souviens pas de l'histoire.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je me rapproche pour lire le titre :</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Le songe de Constantin".</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">De quoi s'agissait-il ? Un ange surgit</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">D'un angle de la toile, le visage caché.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Un homme à l'inverse me regarde,</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ses traits n'exprimant rien</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Qu'un grand calme. Constantin,</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Peut-être ? Il n'a pas l'air d'un rêveur.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La survenue de l'ange l'indiffère.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">C'est sans doute plutôt un Païen.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Constantin dort sous un drap carmin.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Tout cela m'évoque les lueurs</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">D'un beau roman allégorique :</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Livre du cœur d'Amour épris, et plus</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Précisément la miniature intitulée</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Amour donnant à Désir le cœur</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Du roi malade". Un scénario profane</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Vient remplacer la scène sacrée. </span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">L'homme qui veille songerait-il</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">À sa bien-aimée ? Non languissant,</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mais lucide, impassible, comme moi</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Quand je remue de telles pensées.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Lui ne recevra nulle bénédiction :</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Pour cela, il faut rêver, me dis-je.</span></i></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;">Le lieu</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Il me faut un lieu plus qu'un temps pour écrire.<br /><br />Tous les espaces choisis, je m'en souviens très bien, comme si les textes étaient aussi composés de leurs particules, comme si créer, c'était laisser l'extérieur m'envahir, puis rejaillir dans l'écriture. Mon corps ne jouant alors qu'un rôle de transmission, voire même de conversion dans ce lent processus.<br /><br />Peut-être mon obsession pour les vitres en est-elle la conséquence : je me place à la lisière entre l'intérieur et l'extérieur, le proche et le distant, le miroir et la transparence, là où la lumière crue du jour se transforme en clarté. J'observe ce qui change, en moi, autour de moi, et je le note, copiste appliquée des heures. J'ai un œil de photographe pour ce qui ne se produit qu'une fois, le cliché d'une seconde, converti en image.<br /><br />Quand les cafés sont fermés, je me tiens à la fenêtre. J'attends un drôle d'amant, un amour d'encre ou d'écran, par une autre transposition.<br /><br />Je ne cesse de traduire, l'espace, l'attente en mots. Entre lieu et non-lieu, je guette celui qui vient. Et quand il vient, je ne sais où je suis.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Li Zheng</b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><span style="color: #741b47;">Li Zheng est née dans le Henan au sein d'une famille de petits fonctionnaires. Écrivaine précoce, diplômée d'histoire, elle émigre à San Francisco, où elle ouvre un bar littéraire assez confidentiel, "<i>The White Owl</i>". Elle y organise fréquemment des rencontres autour de la poésie chinoise, et continue d'écrire dans sa langue maternelle. Des critiques du <i>Francis Underground Poetry</i>, une revue locale, ont relevé ses métaphores du rituel, célébrant un monde nocturne, onirique et merveilleux. Le texte suivant, traduit par Martial Cheng-Sabin, en est l'illustration.</span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span style="color: #741b47;">l'offrande la glaciale se conçoivent au fond des regards / oraisons de décembre qui se dévêtent de leur robe / nous dormons sur des lits qui ne touchent pas terre / le ciel est couleur de sommeil / à la racine de nos cheveux / comme la forêt des cerfs apprêtée d'oriflammes / la nuit nous a laissées en friche / couronnées de neige et bois vert / dans un matin tranquille / une clairière enfin / où l'amour boit à nos paumes</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><b>Jesenka Pračová</b></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;">Jesenka Pračová était médecin à Prague. Elle habita longtemps une chambre d'étudiante exigüe où s'empilaient manuels, recueils et romans. Elle disait en riant que ces livres y prenaient tant de place qu'elle devrait bientôt rentrer par la fenêtre en grimpant à une échelle. On ne sait quand ni comment elle rencontra l'homme qui partagea ses jours jusqu'à sa mort en 1982. Jamais elle ne le mentionna dans ses poèmes. Le couple se présentait parfois à des soirées clandestines organisées par des autrices dissidentes, publiées en <em>samizdat. </em>Jesenka et son mari refusaient tout verre d'alcool et, quand l'ambiance se faisait plus chaleureuse, ils aimaient lire sans se mêler aux autres. Nous reproduisons l'un de ses textes dans la traduction de Floriane Vilibelle.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i>Seul le bonheur -<br /> Bruissement de la nuit sensible,<br />Ou le dimanche du cœur.<br /><br />Stable dans l'eau salée, en équilibre,<br /> Tout à la fin de l'attente, luit<br /><br />Entre les étoiles, le bel-individuel<br /> Qui en émane<br />Premier ou dernier brin d'un éclair, plein!<br /><br />*<br /><br />Noir vergé de la vie utérine,<br /><br />A présent pour tout dire<br /> De l'arbre aux baies charnelles -<br />L'aventure du cœur au cœur de l'autre,<br /><br />J'ai volé le printemps à la cime.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div></div></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b><span style="color: #741b47;">Akemi Noguchi</span></b></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;">Akemi Noguchi n'a jamais rien écrit. À peine ses doigts pouvaient-ils se plier, à peine son bras pouvait-il se lever. Elle utilisait un logiciel de reconnaissance vocale pour les paroles qui lui venaient, qu'elle répétait pour elle-même, qu'elle rompait comme du pain, qu'elle éparpillait en miettes, avant de les rassembler. "C'est ainsi qu'on fait des vers", expliquait-elle sans savoir comment on pourrait lire sa voix, écouter ses hésitations. "Il aurait fallu bien plus que les trois syllabaires de l'écriture japonaise pour transposer ces gazouillis", plaisantait-elle les yeux fermés. Elle aimait recevoir et discuter dans son jardin, elle aimait qu'on restât longtemps à lui lire des recueils. Parfois, c'était une synthèse vocale qui lui récitait des poèmes, et elle goûtait la présence ambigüe de la machine, son débit automatique rendu presque attachant par sa foncière maladresse. Annelise Mori-Rouard a traduit l'un des haïkus d'Akemi Noguchi, nous en reproduisons la tentative ici.</span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>L'écureuil joue dans l'arbre.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Le chat boude en contrebas.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Joie mauvaise.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Journal, août 2021</b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'ai une application pour identifier les plantes.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Les fleurs épellent leurs noms : myosotis des marais, grémillet, ne-m'oubliez-pas, <i>myosotis scorpioides ... </i>Une mauvaise herbe.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Il y a une poésie cocasse, précise ou tendre, dans tous ces mots que nous leur avons attribués - et ça parle de nous - la peur, les maladroites comparaisons, la fantaisie.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Je rêve de feuilleter le monde comme un grand dictionnaire.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">J'écris faute de savoir nommer, car tout est trop indécis ; je me débats entre des sentiments qu'on ne peut pas classer. Selon cette perspective, chaque appellation est une trêve. Plus besoin de chercher : le lexique est un anneau qu'on passe au doigt du réel, une alliance, un pacte. Je trouve ça reposant.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Souvent, je ressens une angoisse à être débordée de choses que je ne peux pas nommer. Je jette mon filet, il ne prend rien, il ne prend rien. Il faut se couler dans la vie, ne pas chercher à la saisir. Mais je ne sais pas.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></div></div></div></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Danica Marić</b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Danica Marić est née à l'embouchure de la rivière Save et du Danube, sur la grande Île de la guerre. Elle passa son enfance à peindre des oiseaux, chouette chevêche, héron pourpré, goéland argenté, mais aussi des iris, des aubépines, et des peupliers noirs. Découragée de se lancer dans une carrière artistique, elle entreprit des études de droit,</span><span style="color: #741b47;"> sans délaisser pour autant ses recherches en botanique, déclinées sous leurs formes scientifique, olfactive, picturale et poétique. Elle collectionnait les parfums, les fleurs séchées, les aquarelles, dans une maison située sur la côte septentrionale de l'île, souvent sujette aux crues. Avocate à Belgrade, elle mourut brusquement, la veille de ses quarante ans, à cause d'un règlement de compte qui ne la concernait pas. Son unique recueil, </span><em style="color: #741b47;">L'herbier</em><span style="color: #741b47;">, a été traduit du serbe par Marjana Antić.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><u><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Formule magique</span></i></u></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Solanaceae</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">c'est l'alchimie</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">d'un soleil</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">dilaté :</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Mandragore</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Belladone</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Dhattūra</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Morelle noire</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Belles</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">des grimoires</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">qu'en ce</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">rêve écarquillé</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">d’un instant</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">je regarde</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><u><i>Tubéreuse</i></u></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i>La terre et le ciel des jardins suspendus, à la blancheur enivrante ; la rondeur laiteuse du soleil ; les corps couverts de poussière et de sueur : l'algèbre d'une fleur se résout dans ce nom, polianthes tuberosa.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Journal, 2 novembre 2015</b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; 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text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">Elle est née en Thrace orientale, dans une ancienne famille de dignitaires ottomans. Elle a fait des études de droit à Istanbul, puis Florence, avant de s'établir à Izmir comme juriste. Elle a publié quelques textes dans des revues confidentielles. Voici l'un d'entre eux, traduit par Azad Beni.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>La texture des mots tus était d'amour</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Pour devenir regret, pour devenir colère.</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Il se bâtit entre nous un dialogue secret</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Qui sans cesse devenait autre, comme </i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>De l'argile prend des teintes inattendues</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Quand on la pétrit, sèche et cuit, jusqu'à</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Ce qu'enfin lisse, elle miroite faiblement.</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Après quoi, il y eut du silence, non épais,</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Mais très doux ; les mots qui désormais</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Me traversaient semblaient de neige,</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>D'une blancheur très égale, formant sur</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Ma mémoire une couche, légère, légère.</i></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;">Neïla S.</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Neïla S. passa son adolescence à rêver, lovée près de la radio qui grésillait dans sa chambre du matin au soir. La variété, le rock, le disco, et plus rarement le jazz accompagnaient ses longues heures de lecture ou d'ennui. Elle appréciait les programmes aléatoires, les impromptus, les mouvements lents de la météo, les mots qu'on jette sans y penser sur de petits papiers. Elle se souvenait du jour précis où elle avait fini par accorder de l'attention à tous ces textes. Au lycée, elle étudait une poétesse, regard languide et boucles rebelles d'après une gravure reproduite dans l'épais manuel de lettres. "Les poétesses existent donc", songeait Neïla, "étrange qu'on ne m'en ait jamais parlé. Et pourquoi n'auraient-elles pas existé ?". Des questions se bousculaient dans la tête de la jeune fille, questions qui l'amenaient toujours plus près de son expérience, nouant des fils jusqu'alors dissociés. "Et si, moi aussi, j'avais écrit des poèmes ?". Elle n'avait pas eu conscience que son geste, celui des bouts de papier, pût avoir cette portée-là. "Et qu'est-ce que ça changerait si je me disais poétesse ?". Désormais, Neïla prit soin de réunir ses écrits dans un carnet à part. Nous reproduisons ici l'un d'entre eux.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">Es-tu mon rire</span></span></i></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">Où brûlent des épines,</span></span></i></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">Le pli carmin</span></span></i></div></span><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">De l'étoffe étendue</span></span></i></div></span><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">Sur la peau du sommeil ;</span></span></i></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">Ou bien la menthe</span></span></i></div></span><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">À l'orée de mes cils ?</span></span></i></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">*</span></span></i></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">Es-tu le rêve</span></span></i></div></span><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">Au flacon renversé,</span></span></i></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">La mousse-laine</span></span></i></div></span><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">Qui recouvre les coeurs</span></span></i></div></span><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">Dormant à la fontaine ;</span></span></i></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">Ou bien le sort</span></span></i></div></span><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="text-align: left;">Que j'avais prononcé ?</span></span></i></div></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Amanda Maia </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Née dans une famille de la petite bourgeoisie péruvienne, elle s'enfuit du foyer parental à l'automne 1923, se sépare de son époux deux mois plus tard, et meurt assassinée durant l'été. Il ne reste d'elle qu'un seul poème, reproduit ici dans la traduction d'Ermangarde Lopez.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Comme après la pluie,</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>L'amour</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Et son abandon.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Ta peau exhale</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Une odeur de jacinthe</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Coupée, ta bouche</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>A un goût d'insomnie,</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Tiède et âpre</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Comme l'eau d'été.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Être multiple</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Du plus loin qu'il m'en souvienne, j'ai toujours eu dans la tête un théâtre, peuplé de personnages qui ont grandi à mes côtés. Mon frère lunaire et Irena la taciturne, par exemple, pour citer les principaux. J'ai donné vie à des générations de sorcières, de guerrières et d'amants. Hommes et femmes, ces figures cristallisaient ce que je rêvais d'être, ruminaient mes chagrins, débattaient de mes choix. Elles étaient parées de qualités que je ne possédais pas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Je les ai appelées à l'âge adulte mes "fantômes-témoins".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Pour m'entendre, je devais créer des voix qui n'étaient pas la mienne. Pour me représenter, je devais inventer des doubles, mais aussi des tiers, tout à la fois actrice et spectatrice de moi-même. Je ne savais pas me concevoir sans le détour des autres. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mes fantômes-témoins formaient une société, une sorte de cénacle intime. Ils s'exprimaient, agissaient et désiraient pour moi, assumant sans réserve ce que je ne m'avouais pas. Ils étaient plus réels que ma personne civile, car ils étaient doués d'une parole, d'une cohérence qui me manquaient. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Je leur ai donné une existence concrète. Enfant, dans les jeux, j'incarnais leur personnage. Plus tard, sur internet, j'ai écrit en leur nom. J'avais le sentiment d'accoucher de moi-même, n'ayant pas su me contenter d'une existence singulière.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">J'étais une multitude.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Je le suis encore. Par la poésie, j'ai plus d'une langue et d'un regard, j'ai plusieurs corps. Dans les récits, c'est un cheminement intérieur qui prend peu à peu forme, une longue période de gestation. Dès qu'il s'agit d'écrire sur soi, je me rends compte à quel point, sans le secours de la fiction, je me sentirais démunie.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Rien ne raconte vraiment ma vie, mais tous mes personnages sont moi.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">À mes yeux, être poétesse, c'est faire sortir ces voix de l'ombre, en veillant à ce qu'elles produisent le son le plus clair possible ; puis les recouvrir à nouveau. Mes personnages, en ce sens, ne meurent pas. Ils vont et viennent, surgissent et s'effacent, mais tant que je suis vivante, ils ne peuvent disparaître.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><b><span style="text-align: start;">M</span><span style="text-align: start;">arie</span></b></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;">Elle naquit plusieurs fois de père et mère inconnus, fut tour à tour femme et homme, mentit beaucoup et mourut oubliée. Les sources sont si troubles qu'il nous est impossible de brosser son portrait, ou plus modestement de résumer sa vie. Tout aussi difficile apparaît l'identification de ses nombreux hétéronymes. Elle affirmait que l'histoire littéraire s'apparentait à un grand cimetière, et qu'elle disparaîtrait autant de fois qu'elle était née. On dit que Marie était son véritable nom, mais même cela est incertain.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">La fossette d'une épaule se creuse</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">quand d'aventure ton bras remue ;</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">une intention se lit à l'inclinaison</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">de ton cou. Le dos est certes l'envers du regard </span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">de la piste tracée où se portent nos pas,</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">mais il a su me séduire, bien avant, je l'avoue,</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">de te voir retourné. Je t'ai désiré sans visage,</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">je dirais presque à contre-jour.</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Je contemple l'espace entre tes omoplates</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">ainsi qu'une carte maritime, si les mers étaient</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">les élans que tes yeux mêmes ne trahissent pas.</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Ton dos t'exprime, et tu l'ignores, comme</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">l'ombre nous révèle. Il faut que tu l'apprennes :</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">le corps entier témoigne de ta sorte de mystère ; </span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">ton corps entier a le pouvoir</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">de déplacer les fleuves à l'intérieur des chairs.</span></i></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></span></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205132973013570601.post-91083835776158704622020-10-22T14:43:00.016-07:002022-04-13T04:48:03.893-07:00Le corps dansant<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;">L'extase</b></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">À la nuit tombée, dans l'encadrement de la fenêtre, elle regarde sa silhouette danser. Elle observe la manière dont ses bras se lèvent pour mimer un envol, l’allongement de sa nuque, le balancement de ses hanches. Chaque mouvement lui rappelle un personnage qu'elle incarne en société, ou un lien qui l'unit à quelqu'un. Pencher sa tête sur le côté fait surgir en elle l'amante, se cacher de ses mains est un geste enfantin. Tout ce qu'elle est, elle le recueille, et le révoque, l'espace d'une chorégraphie. Les lumières des immeubles d'en face percent son corps de points blancs et dorés. Elle ne peut les percevoir comme les signes d'existences autonomes ; elle joue avec elles, ses breloques, ses parures, ou les compagnes qui, entraînées dans sa danse, forment un ballet autour d'elle. Certains soirs néanmoins, elle s'approche de la vitre pour voir la lumière s'agrandir, se propager, se fondre dans son visage, jusqu'à ce que ses traits à leur tour disparaissent. Il ne reste plus alors que la rue aux éclairages réguliers, un paysage urbain seulement troublé par une buée. Ainsi sa présence à elle enveloppe-t-elle la ville qui le jour lui échappait : elle se couvre de son haleine, et palpite. Est-ce pour cela qu'elle la trouve si sensuelle, malgré sa froideur de pierre et ses néons blafards ? Elle aime faire corps avec ce qu'elle regarde, ne pas sentir les images à distance d’elle ; peau contre peau. Ce doit être cela, savoir photographier, mais elle ne l’a jamais appris. Elle s’unit à la nuit et, l'extase passée, elle ferme les rideaux.</div></span><b style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></b><b style="text-align: justify;">*******</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjRWR-K15rRPgRl0fc4SAXciiIWyDCPhSnfqrYncPAVFFAbPq2b1JCe_U9-vtE9Zbv4GKwjrWc6yxIxkN0M1-F9w18tXurA1fKYCw7-dkGs1AnAT1yw1vhGzAeggrV83QMdeVqCuTxTaH/s2048/20200821_232922.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1473" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjRWR-K15rRPgRl0fc4SAXciiIWyDCPhSnfqrYncPAVFFAbPq2b1JCe_U9-vtE9Zbv4GKwjrWc6yxIxkN0M1-F9w18tXurA1fKYCw7-dkGs1AnAT1yw1vhGzAeggrV83QMdeVqCuTxTaH/s320/20200821_232922.jpg" /></span></a></div><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Dominicale</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">L'hiver est renouvelé de neige d'un soupir régulier. Lumière endolorie, de vertèbre en vertèbre mon dos se déroule, s'allonge face à la fenêtre. Le froid me caresse. Le désir éveille mes yeux dans la joie sans savoir. Des cheminées d'usine ne fument pas le dimanche, le ciel est clair et nu, on aperçoit de loin les contours des immeubles. Le verrou est tiré sur la ressemblance de la nuit. Petite chose qui regarde : mon corps, le dos droit, comme un poème qui se souvient. Face à la ville, je cherche un équilibre, vertical, vertical dans la lumière endolorie.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="text-align: justify;">*******<br /></b><b style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>Enfances dansées</u></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>La découverte du corps</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Assise par terre, le front penché vers mes jambes tendues, c'étaient d'abord des fourmillements qui remontaient des orteils aux mollets, une tension entre les omoplates, une crispation dans le cou, puis un relâchement progressif, la mollesse succédant à l'effort. Je m'amusais à nommer tout bas ce muscle froissé par-ci, ce nerf douloureux par-là, comme si j'avais développé une oreille intérieure à l'écoute des frémissements de mon corps. Je ne pensais pas qu'aucun instrument médical pût m'apporter un savoir plus fin et plus précis que ce sixième sens, source d'attention et de plaisir, mais également de fierté : cette connaissance vigilante et émerveillée de ma personne m'appartenait entièrement, du haut de mes sept ans. On ne pourrait ni me la dénier, ni me la retirer. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Chorégraphies</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">De longs après-midis, je répétais chez nous les gestes appris en cours, mais dans un ordre différent, et en y ajoutant des épaulements, des ports de bras ou de simples respirations. La profondeur d'un plié, le temps d'une arabesque s'en trouvaient transformés, comme un paysage varie en fonction de l'heure et du climat. Je tentais l'une après l'autre des compositions diverses sur une musique imaginaire qui mêlait de vieux refrains. La plasticité des mouvements ne cessait de me surprendre par ses enchaînements, ses associations, ses détails ténus dont les répercussions se faisaient pourtant sentir dans l'ensemble du corps. J'avais alors le sentiment de voir ma peau frissonner à l'unisson de l'espace ainsi qu'en une métamorphose, entraînant l'air, le sol, la lumière dans un même tourbillon.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Le corps commun</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span></span></span></span></span><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'appris néanmoins que la danse n'était pas la poursuite d'une rêverie solitaire dans le grenier de la maison, la tête pleine d'images et de musique. Chez nous comme en cours, je n'étais pas concentrée sur mes seules émotions, mais également attentive aux autres : mon frère, en premier lieu, et les camarades auxquels nous nous étions liés. Nous découvrions comment nous accorder pour esquisser un pas de deux, nous répartir dans l'espace pour ne pas nous gêner, et former de beaux ensembles, ces tableaux aux lignes nettes, aux proportions équilibrées, aux rencontres parfaitement amenées. J'épiais du coin de l’œil sur quelle jambe mes amis s'appuyaient, comment leurs bras s'apprêtaient à se tendre, et dans quelle direction leurs épaules s'étaient tournées, ou alors, sans même les voir, je les sentais, par la peau, par l'oreille, prête à réagir pour que nos mouvements s'harmonisent. Peu à peu, je comprenais que j'appartenais à un corps plus vaste, et que séparée d'eux, leur absence continuait à déterminer mes gestes, comme si toute chorégraphie ne pouvait être qu'écoute, soupçon de l'autre, dialogue.</span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205132973013570601.post-13192830324764636802020-08-21T02:34:00.009-07:002020-12-17T13:44:55.349-08:00Adrienne Rich - Fantaisie pour Elvira Shatayev<div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Elvira Shatayev était à la tête d'une équipe d'escalade féminine, dont toutes les membres moururent lors d'une tempête sur le Mont Lénine en août 1974.</span></div><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span><span style="color: #111111; font-family: trebuchet;"></span></span></p><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Plus tard, le mari de Shatayev retrouva les corps et les enterra.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #111111;">Le froid paraissait froid jusqu'à ce que notre sang</span></span></p><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Devînt plus froid et puis le vent</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">tomba et nous étions endormies</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Si je parle dans ce rêve</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">c'est d'une voix qui n'est plus personnelle</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">(je veux dire <em>de plusieurs voix</em>)</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Quand le vent a fini par nous arracher le souffle</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">nous n'avions pas besoin de mots</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Durant des mois des années chacune de nous</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">avait senti son propre <em>oui </em>grandir en elle </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">se former lentement tandis qu'elle se tenait à la fenêtre dans l'attente</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">de trains réparait son sac de voyage se coiffait</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Ce qu'il nous fallait apprendre c'était simplement ce que nous avions</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Ici en haut comme engendré par tous les mots ce <em>oui </em>rassemblait</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">ses forces fusionnait et au moment exact</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">où il devait rencontrer un <em>Non </em>dénué de mesures</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">le trou noir qui aspirait le monde</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Je te sens grimper vers moi</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">tes semelles crantées laissant leur empreinte géométrique</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">d'un relief colossal sur des cristaux microscopiques </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">comme lorsque je t'ai suivi sur le Caucase</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">À présent je te devance</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">de beaucoup plus loin qu'aucune de nous ne le rêvait que nulle ne pourrait l'être</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Je suis devenue </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">la neige blanche que le vent presse comme de l'asphalte </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">les femmes que j'aime doucement jetées contre la montagne</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">ce ciel bleu</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">nos yeux gelés ont perdu leur voile à travers la tempête</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">nous aurions pu recoudre ces teintes bleues ensemble ainsi qu'une couverture</span></div></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Tu viens (je le sais) avec ton amour ta perte</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">sanglés à ton corps avec ton magnétophone ton appareil photographique</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">ton pic à glace contre tout appel à la raison</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">pour nous donner une sépulture dans la neige et dans ton esprit</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Cependant que mon cadavre repose ici à l'air libre</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">brillant comme un prisme dans tes yeux </span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">comment pourrais-tu dormir C'est pour toi que tu as grimpé jusqu'ici</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">nous y avons grimpé pour nous</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Quand tu nous as enterrées as raconté ton histoire </span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">la nôtre n'a pas de fin nous nous répandons </span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">dans l'inachevé l'inentamé </span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">le possible </span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Le noyau de chaleur de chaque cellule a palpité hors de nous</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">dans l'air léger de l'univers</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">l'armature de la pierre sous ces neiges</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">cette montagne qui a recueilli la forme de nos esprits </span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">par de menues altérations des éléments</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">comme telles nous avons entrepris</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">de nous y conduire les unes les autres</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">nous choisissant les unes les autres et cette vie</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">dont les moindres souffle prise et point d'appui en amont</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">sont quelque part toujours agissants et continuent</span></div></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Dans le journal j'ai écrit : <em>Nous sommes prêtes à présent</em></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">et chacune de nous le sait je n'ai jamais aimé</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">ainsi je n'ai jamais vu</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">mes propres forces si acceptées partagées</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">et rendues</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">Après un long entraînement les premières difficultés</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">nous nous mouvons presque sans effort dans notre amour</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Dans le journal, alors que le vent commençait à arracher</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">les tentes au-dessus de nous j'ai écrit :</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">Nous savons à présent que nous avons toujours été en danger</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">là-bas dans nos existences séparées</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">et ensemble ici maintenant mais jusqu'à aujourd'hui </span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">nous n'avions pas touché notre force</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Dans le journal arraché de mes mains j'avais écrit :</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">Que signifie l'amour</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">que signifie "survivre"</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">Un cable d'un bleu ardant rattache nos corps </span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">qui brûlent ensemble dans la neige nous ne vivrons pas</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">pour nous contenter de moins Nous avons rêvé de ça</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;">toute la vie</span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><em><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></em></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Adrienne Rich, 1974.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Traduction d'Oriane Celce.</span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205132973013570601.post-55450966342904804142020-05-28T07:17:00.421-07:002023-06-24T07:03:23.804-07:00Les bibliothèques imaginaires<div style="min-height: 1.25em;">
<div style="text-align: justify;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Amélia</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Amélia S. était une femme d'une grande courtoisie et d'une discrète mélancolie. On trouvait difficilement lectrice plus érudite, ni plus soucieuse de dissimuler son érudition. Il arrivait que l'on découvrît tout à fait fortuitement l'étendue de ses connaissances dans des domaines qu'elle n'avait jusqu'alors jamais mentionnés au cours des conversations. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">En s'attardant auprès de sa bibliothèque, on pouvait remarquer sur la première rangée :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>L'anatomie de la mélancolie </i>de Robert Burton ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>Les anneaux de Saturne </i>de W. G. Sebald ; </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>Le théâtre du monde</i> de Dame Frances Yates ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ Le <i>Journal intime</i> de John Dee (mathématicien du XVIe siècle féru de mystique et de magie).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Amélia S. aimait se promener dans les lieux que citaient ses ouvrages favoris, croyant confusément y retrouver l'âme de leur auteur. Elle avait pris pour habitude de noter ses rêves au réveil, malgré sa conviction qu'on ne pouvait les interpréter. Elle se défendait au demeurant d'être superstitieuse.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Fingal</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">C'était un homme trapu à la démarche légèrement boiteuse. Le cordon de nylon bleu qui faisait le tour de son crâne n'empêchait pas ses lunettes de glisser de son nez, ce qui provoquait soupirs, jurons et gestes agacés. Sa connaissance de la littérature contestataire étasunienne lui valait néanmoins la sympathie des jeunes révolutionnaires du club de lecture local, même s'il rappelait souvent la position somme toute modérée de beaucoup des artistes composant sa collection.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Voici quels ouvrages figuraient dans la pile la plus proche de son lit (Fingal n'avait pas à proprement de bibliothèque, mais des tas de livres) :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>Le livre de Yaak : Chronique du Montana</i> de Rick Bass ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>A Wild Patience Has Taken Me This Far </i>d'Adrienne Rich ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>Mon Ántonia</i> de Willa Cather ; </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>La ballade du café triste</i> de Carson McCullers ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Amélia ne pouvait oublier le regard déçu qu'il avait posé sur elle le jour où elle avait renoncé à lui emprunter <i>Les raisins de la colère </i>de John Steinbeck, un auteur qui lui était particulièrement cher depuis sa lecture de <i>La perle</i> à l'âge de douze ans, un moment de la vie où la prise de conscience des injustices "vous marquent au fer rouge", comme il le disait lui-même. Il répétait ces mots avec bonhomie, leur charge émotive s'étant émoussée avec les années, si bien que pour cette révolte initiale subsistait surtout une forme de tendresse.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Anne-Rose</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Anne-Rose F. ne lisait pas de romans ni de pièces de théâtre. Quand on lui demandait pourquoi, elle répondait, après un instant de réflexion, qu'elle n'aimait pas "imaginer", ou alors très peu, ce qu'il fallait pour habiller les choses, le minimum de décors. Elle ne savait pas pourquoi la poésie faisait exception. "Peut-être parce qu'elle compose avec des vérités ?", tentait-elle avec une moue. Elle n'avançait jamais rien sans avoir l'air de douter de ce qu'elle disait. Une prudence qu'exprimait aussi son petit rire cristallin, à la fois timide et sincère, un rire qui faisait souvent office de ponctuation à ses phrases.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Anne-Rose avait caché ses recueils dans une armoire, mais sur son bureau étaient empilées diverses traductions des poèmes d'Anna Akhmatova :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>Requiem</i>, traduction de Paul Valet.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>Anthologie</i>, traduction de Jacques Burko.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>Requiem, Poème sans héros et autres poèmes</i>, traduction de Jean-Louis Backès.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>L'Églantier fleurit, et autres poèmes</i>, traduction de Marion Graf et José-Flore Tappy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>Requiem et d'autres poèmes</i>, traduction d'Henri Deluy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Elle indiquait posséder d'autres recueils encore, ainsi que des journaux, des témoignages et des essais de contemporaines russes. Anne-Rose était dotée d'un goût pour l'abstraction qui n'excluait pas la précision ni le sens du détail. Lorsqu'elle citait des ouvrages étrangers, elle s'attachait à en déployer les interprétations multiples, mot après mot, avec un plaisir évident.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Premières lectures : anthologies</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le premier livre qu'Anne-Rose avait passionnément aimé était une anthologie de poèmes de langue française. Enfant, elle se répétait particulièrement les vers de Marceline Desbordes-Valmore et de Stéphane Mallarmé. Amélia, elle, n'avait gardé le souvenir que d'un ensemble de contes de fées : "Il était une fois un loup, une biche, une sorcière ...". Amélia ne cessait d'habiter le pays du merveilleux, parce que c'était là que "tout entière elle [se] retrouvait". "Plus les marques de fictions abondent, plus ce qui est narré m'est proche", ajoutait-elle. Fingal acquiesçait : "Il faut une grosse dose de vérité pour confectionner des mensonges". Anne-Rose aurait voulu connaître ce sentiment, mais cette contrée lui échappait comme quelque chose qu'on ignorait avoir perdu.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Nora</b> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">De part ses airs de femme de lettres aristocrate, Nora J. en intimidait plus d'un. C'était Amélia, dont elle était la proche amie, qui l'avait présentée au club de lecture local. Nora était pétrie de culture classique, amatrice de beau style et féministe convaincue. Elle recevait chez elle avec cette politesse pleine de décontraction qui est le signe de la plus haute distinction. Nora n'était pourtant pas issue d'un milieu aisé : elle semblait devoir ses manières à toutes les dames de la noblesse qu'elle avait lues avec passion.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Dans sa bibliothèque, Nora avait mis quelques œuvres en évidence :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>Ourika</i> de Claire de Duras ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ Les <i>Lettres</i> de Madame de Sévigné, Julie de Lespinasse et Madame du Deffand ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>L'Heptaméron</i> de Marguerite de Navarre ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ Le <i>Discours sur le bonheur</i> d'Émilie du Châtelet ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>La Princesse de Clèves</i> de Madame de Lafayette ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ Les romans de Virginia Woolf.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ces lectures étaient aussi bien la marque d'un engagement politique que d'un certain snobisme, d'ailleurs revendiqué avec amusement. Nora appréciait les textes rares et anciens, qu'elle citait et défendait loyalement non sans une pointe de cuistrerie.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Iñacio</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Iñacio A. fréquentait peu les librairies. Ce grand lecteur récupérait les romans que sa voisine lui donnait, et complétait ce stock par quelques achats au marché d'occasions le vendredi. Lui-même ne gardait presque rien, préférant disperser les œuvres chez les gens ou dans les "boîtes à livres" mises à disposition par la ville. Ainsi ne possédait-il pas de bibliothèque, mais des piles à la composition éphémère, à l'exception de celle qu'il avait placée sous sa table de chevet. On n'y trouvait que des romans d'Agatha Christie. Tous les ans depuis l'adolescence, il les relisait un par un.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Sous le regard d'autrui </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"On doit toujours ses lectures à autrui", remarqua Iñacio. "Moi, j'ai récupéré les romans de mes parents, de ma voisine ou d'inconnus". Anne-Rose partageait ce constat, ayant souvent échangé des recueils poétiques avec d'autres passionnées. Amélia en revanche n'était pas entièrement d'accord : elle passait de longues heures à flâner dans les librairies pour provoquer l'imprévu. Mais tout aussi souvent, elle se fiait à ses auteurs favoris ou à ses amies, en particulier Nora, laquelle reconnaissait du reste la réciprocité de cette influence. Cette dernière fit néanmoins valoir le poids de ses études dans la constitution de sa bibliothèque, et notamment le besoin d'être reconnue comme une personne cultivée selon les critères de la bourgeoisie élitiste. Fingal restait songeur. De son côté, c'était l'amour qui avait formé ses goûts, non tant par des discussions de couple, qu'à travers le regard imaginé d'une femme dont il n'était pas aimé en retour. "Je lisais ce qui aurait pu lui plaire, ce qu'elle aurait approuvé. Au fond, je n'en savais rien. C'est une fiction, une pure fiction, qui a donné son image à ma bibliothèque pendant plusieurs années".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">L'amour d'Amélia</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Je ne ressens d'abandon que dans une frénésie de lecture, où mes mains ouvrent, plient, caressent les pages. Ma bibliothèque me tient lieu d'amour, avec sa hâte et sa volupté, son ardeur, sa fidélité. Longtemps je me suis demandé si je saurais sortir de ce jardin des délices aux murs de papiers, trouver d'autres compagnies. Autour de moi tout n'est qu'ordre strict et lumière trop tranchante. Je préfère la nuit".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Les jeux </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">Anne-Rose regardait songeuse les vitrines d'un magasin de jouets, tandis qu'Amélia, Fingal et Nora faisaient des courses dans une boutique adjacente. Les motifs criards des tissus, les larges sourires des pantins, les poupées apprêtées, tout lui semblait faux, d'une joie forcée qui la mettait mal à l'aise. Ses amis la trouvèrent immobile au milieu du trottoir, la bouche légèrement pincée. Fingal lui demanda si elle se sentait mal. Un peu engourdie par les pensées d'où elle venait d'être arrachée, Anne-Rose secoua la tête : "Non, non. C'est juste que ce monde factice créé pour les enfants m'attriste". Elle désigna du menton la vitrine où les jouets paraissaient refléter encore la raideur qui avait été la sienne quelques minutes plus tôt. "Les adultes contrefont un esprit qu'ils se rappellent à peine. C'est du moins l'impression que j'en ai ... Elle est sûrement excessive. Oui, j'ai l'impression que cet esprit est le fruit de l'imagination des adultes, de leurs représentations sociales, et de leur nostalgie. L'ensemble en est venu à former le répertoire des bambins. Néanmoins, petite fille, je n'étais jamais dupe. J'étais partagée entre la pitié devant l'échec de ces manigances, et la colère qu'on ait voulu me berner". Fingal, qui percevait à quel point les normes étriquées des adultes transpiraient dans le répertoire en question, abonda dans son sens, non sans renier les jeux et les histoires qui l'avaient aidé à se faufiler dans un univers bien cruel, et notamment du fait d'être à l'image des adultes. Ils s'éloignaient tous les quatre en silence dans la torpeur du soir, quand Amélia se souvint d'une conversation récente : "Anne-Rose, c'est pour ça que tu n'aimes pas les contes ?". "Je crois que ça y participe. Ils racontent la violence, la fourberie, le malheur. Leurs fins irréelles ne nous leurrent pas : ce sont des tours de magie, des illusions par lesquelles le temps est aboli. Comme si l</span><span style="font-family: times;">'au-delà de ces misères était, au fond, inconcevable". "Tu as raison, et je comprends ta réticence", admit Amélia. "Mais je repense par exemple aux contes d'Andersen, à la poésie bleutée qui en émane. Le manteau de mélancolie dont ils m'entourent me protège".</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>La bibliophilie</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Avec l'un de ses premiers salaires d'enseignante agrégée, Nora s'acheta une édition illustrée des œuvres complètes de Colette. Les dessins aux couleurs chatoyantes et les reliures ciselées dataient des années 1950, ce qui la remplissait d'admiration et de fierté. Nora n'avait alors rien d'une bibliophile, mais son attention aux objets précieux pouvait l'engager dans cette voie. Ses amis du club de lecture haussaient les épaules. "Un livre, ça se traîne, ça s'écorne, ça se tache", marmonne Fingal. L'œil rieur, Amélia la mit en garde : "La bibliophilie, c'est la maladie des gens qui ne lisent plus". Anne-Rose trouva la plaisanterie injuste, couvant du regard ses recueils aux couvertures multicolores : "Cet aspect n'est pas négligeable. La beauté matérielle fait partie de la poésie, de son rythme, de ses respirations, de sa danse aussi". "Moi, je m'en moque", rétorqua Fingal. "Quand je lis, paradoxalement, mes yeux ne voient plus le papier sur lequel les lettres sont couchées. Un second regard s'ouvre, et il est intérieur. Ça fait la nuit sur tout le reste". Possesseur temporaire de livres d'occasion destinés à d'autres mains, Iñacio ne put qu'approuver. "Je ne sais pas", finit par murmurer Amélia. "Après tout, je me souviens encore du vent qui soufflait entre les pages des Vagues de Virginia Woolf. Comme si les sensations tactiles, les odeurs et les sons s'engouffraient dans les espaces imaginaires. Comme si on ne pouvait plus jamais les détacher du souvenir qu'on en garde ... Je ne sais pas. Mais mon exemplaire est très abîmé. J'aime qu'il le soit : sa peau est ridée ainsi qu'un vieux baroudeur".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Rituel d'Anne-Rose</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Assise dans un café, j'ouvre un recueil. Je porte à mon nez les papiers imbibés de parfum que j'y avais glissés quelques temps auparavant, puis les replace sans ordre entre les pages. Cela ressemble à un acte propitiatoire, ou alors, si cette image vous paraît trop solennelle, à la mise en appétit que constitue l'apéritif. Je respire l'odeur du livre mêlée à celle des muscs, des fleurs, des ambres ... Et picore deux ou trois poèmes au hasard".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Rachel</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Elle qui avait fait de longs voyages et appris de nombreuses langues, elle conservait en matière d'art un enthousiasme de novice. Les réactions spontanées de Rachel W. à la littérature se déclinaient sous trois expressions : "très top", "fort chouette", ou un simple "super" qui faisait traîner le "u" pour donner de la force à l'exclamation. Face au déplaisir ou à la tiédeur, elle n'avait pas de mots, mais un sourire indulgent. Rachel manifestait une prédilection pour les œuvres traduites. Tous les continents et idiomes l'intéressaient sans discrimination aucune, et lorsqu'elle était en mesure de les comprendre, elle appréciait les lectures en langue étrangère. Elle recevait chez elle dans une tenue peu apprêtée, un tee-shirt trop large et un short, les pieds nus.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Sa bibliothèque croulait sous les livres. Les étagères les plus hautes s'étaient effondrées, et sur le sol gisaient une bonne quinzaine d'œuvres, parmi lesquelles :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>Notes de chevet</i>, de Sei Shonagon ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ <i>Sentinelles de la nuit,</i> de Silvina Ocampo ;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ des romans étasuniens prêtés par Fingal.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Rachel papillonnait d'un livre à l'autre, s'interrompait, se raccrochait à nouveau au sujet d'origine, digressait, puis proposait de but en blanc de boire une bière. Elle s'asseyait la mine satisfaite, soupirait d'aise, et regardait sa montre : le temps était si vite passé.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWwPWQd6jvomgw0XhbVwcyFvWmOTtFf90ogL5LSrLUkDGoxGgtSR3I-BCHr7pzP1s2bWDGxtja-jRcE2zUd2d-9HB72F6ooe7DmPtQ-VWKMINSlzy2IaEGC2hPiflf8Z6KZeCob9cXtJIb/s2048/20201115_151459.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1489" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWwPWQd6jvomgw0XhbVwcyFvWmOTtFf90ogL5LSrLUkDGoxGgtSR3I-BCHr7pzP1s2bWDGxtja-jRcE2zUd2d-9HB72F6ooe7DmPtQ-VWKMINSlzy2IaEGC2hPiflf8Z6KZeCob9cXtJIb/s320/20201115_151459.jpg" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le baptême du Groupe des Cerisiers</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">C'est Rachel qui la première en parla. Elle était si emportée par sa lecture qu'elle ne put s'empêcher d'en rendre compte par sms à Fingal et Amélia. Six mois plus tard, les six amis se réunissaient sous les cerisiers du jardin collectif attenant à la résidence où vivait Anne-Rose. Assis en tailleur sur des plaids, des chips et des fruits placés au centre de leur cercle, ils s'apprêtaient à partager l'un de ces moments à la fois simples et lumineux qui peu à peu les avaient liés. Fingal secouait <i>L'accordeur de silences</i> de Mia Couto avec ferveur, ses lunettes tressautant sur son nez : "Il faut lire ce chef-d'œuvre". Rachel fit la présentation du livre avec moult superlatifs, soutenue par les hochements de tête convaincus d'Amélia. Iñacio, Nora, et même Anne-Rose s'engagèrent à le découvrir, acceptant joyeusement cette parodie de conversion.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Les amulettes de Rachel </span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Je ne peux pas sortir sans livres. Mes sacs et mes blousons possèdent tous assez d'espace pour en contenir au moins un. Mais la plupart du temps, j'en emporte plusieurs : un roman, un recueil de poèmes, une œuvre de sciences humaines. Une bibliothèque ambulante, mon corps chargé de pages comme un oiseau couvert de plumes. En l'absence des livres, je me sens nue, exposée, vulnérable. Ce sont mes amulettes".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><strong>Locus amœnus : Anne-Rose</strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"La sexualité avec les hommes m'a longtemps semblé requérir l'apprentissage d'une langue étrangère, comme s'il fallait distribuer de nouveaux noms aux réalités connues. Par exemple, "la chatte" pour désigner mon sexe, mot que je n'employais jamais. Pour tout dire, je le l'aimais pas, j'y voyais une maladroite tentative d'annexion, ce que font les explorateurs lorsqu'ils imposent une appellation à un lieu qu'ils croient être les premiers à découvrir. Je leur permettais avec une indulgence secrète de l'utiliser malgré tout, n'étant pas à une concession près, mais mon esprit le rejetais. Par ailleurs, il me rappelait mon cousin F., obsédé par les "chattes" à une époque où je pensais naïvement qu'il s'agissait d'animaux : expression ridicule, puérile, dont l'absence de relation entre les sens propre et figuré me décevait. Néanmoins, abstraction faite de ces vieux souvenirs, il fallait admette que ce terme n'était pas le seul à susciter ma désapprobation : je m'étais révélée très puritaine en matière de mots. Jusqu'au XIXe siècle, on banissait de la poésie ce qui était ordinaire, trivial, populaire, en faveur d'un vocabulaire jugé plus noble. Un paysage lexical choisi, recréant un monde précieux, borné, à part. Poétesse du XXIe siècle, j'appliquais cette exigence au sexe. Point de "bite", point de "cul", point de "branlette", ces mots étaient proscrits, avilissants pour leurs objets. Je me demandais pourquoi. Mon corps est un temple, me disais-je, ou encore : le sexe est le dernier refuge d'une manière de poétiser, mon locus amœnus, sensible et livresque. Impossible de le profaner".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Souvenir d'enfance </b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Amélia, dépêche-toi de faire ton choix. Trois livres, pas plus !". Médiathèque municipale. Un quota de trois livres à emprunter. Deux étaient calés au creux du coude de la petite fille, un recueil de contes et une histoire de fantômes. Lequel ajouterait-elle ? Le bleu, avec ses lettres d'or en relief ? Ou le rouge cramoisi ? Ou les couleurs acidulées de cet autre, sur l'étagère du bas ? Ouvrages enrobés de couvertures séduisantes, comme des bonbons aux saveurs mystérieuses. Amélia hésitait, inspectant le moindre détail. Elle aurait voulu remplir ses poches de livres et les emporter en cachette ; mais quel scandale si elle avait été découverte ! On ne l'aurait plus laissée revenir dans ce lieu qui avait pourtant l'inconvénient de sentir le plastique et la moquette défraîchie. Elle imaginait sans peine le regard réprobateur de la bibliothécaire à l'accueil, elle qui semblait déjà se méfier des enfants. Amélia observa désespérément les rangées où chaque tranche se voyait apposée une étiquette orange, sceau dont étaient marqués les livres. "Amélia, ça fait déjà trois-quarts d'heure ! Je vais t'abandonner ici, tu dormiras sur la moquette". Tant pis, il fallait s'en remettre au hasard. La fillette prit une profonde inspiration : ce serait le roman à la couverture cramoisie. Sous le titre prometteur, deux chiens en imperméables lui adressaient des sourires engageants. Les emprunts furent enregistrés et glissés dans un sac. Assise au fond du bus en route vers la maison, Amélia, qui contenait mal son impatience, ouvrit les trois œuvres les doigts tremblants, parcourut fébrilement un paragraphe sur un grenier hanté, contempla l'illustration d'un conte. Par où commencer ? Ce dilemme était sans fin.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La traque : Amélia</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Elle plisse ses yeux de myope, et scrute les noms des dramaturges par ordre alphabétique ... R ... S ... T ... Amélia est si souvent venue inspecter ce rayon sans y trouver ce qu'elle cherchait. Il n'est pas là, il n'est pas là : l'édition est depuis longtemps épuisée, de sorte que son espoir d'en acquérir un exemplaire d'occasion reste mince. Elle traverse plusieurs quartiers, entre dans une autre librairie, fouille des cartons, déplace des piles, monte une échelle. Il est là. <i>Ariane</i>, de Marina Tsvetaïeva. Elle s'exclame devant les mines éberluées des badauds : "Je l'ai !", en se laissant glisser le long des barreaux. Amélia paie la pièce de théâtre à la couverture jaunie, emporte son butin, et téléphone à Anne-Rose : "Je l'ai ! Le Tsvetaïeva qui nous manquait ! Je l'ai !".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Épigraphes</b> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amélia envoyait parfois des citations à Anne-Rose par sms. "Et si tu les plaçais au début de l'un de tes recueils ?", lui suggérait-elle. Son amie répondait qu'elle en avait tant reçu qu'elle devrait constituer une anthologie d'épigraphes, livre-bibliothèque et roman épistolaire, puisqu'il refléterait le lien singulier entre les deux femmes. "Un collage de citations serait un parfait poème d'amour", hasarda un soir Anne-Rose. Elle avait un peu bu, ses lèvres avaient rougi, et pour chasser les mèches rebelles qui tombaient sur ses yeux, elle avait des gestes hésitants. Dans ce texte seraient condensées les autrices qu'elles admiraient, les œuvres qui les passionnaient, les références qui nouaient des sensibilités communes. Les mots des autres chanteraient, en un chœur dispersé, ce qu'elles n'osaient s'avouer. Amélia promit qu'elle lui offrirait une telle compilation en l'honneur de leur amitié.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Manigances</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Dans une librairie, Anne-Rose trouva des piles de recueils d'une même maison d'édition. Elle les avait tous lus. Songeant aux prochains clients, elle plaça ses préférés au-dessus des autres, en évidence. Elle faisait partie des gens qui aiment donner un coup de pouce au hasard des rencontres.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b><span style="font-family: times;">Biographie d'un livre</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Il l'attendait sur la table d'une librairie, revêtu d'une couverture grise et verte représentant des vagues. Il venait de Grande-Bretagne, et plus précisément de l'imprimerie "Clays Ltd, St Ives PLC". On le feuilleta rapidement et l'acheta, le nom de son autrice, dejà bien connu, inspirant confiance. Le lendemain, sa lecture commençait sur les terrasses venteuses d'une petite ville de Province, quelques jours avant l'été. On le jeta dans un sac à dos, le tacha dans un train où un billet lui servit de marque-page, le rangea dans une étagère parisienne, l'emporta dans une valise, lui fit prendre son envol dans la soute d'un avion, et le rouvrit dans la montagne calabraise. Du sable et des embruns s'y glissèrent, le parfum des citrons, un peu d'amertume aussi : on le lisait au moment d'un chagrin d'amour ; on y pensait en flottant sur la mer, les yeux embués fixés vers le ciel. Achevé, il revint à Paris, puis une seconde lecture suivit, en Allemagne cette fois-ci, dans des musées et des chambres d'hôtel. Sa couverture se déchira, son papier se défraîchit, mais ses mots conservaient leur force première pour qui les parcourait fébrilement ces vacances-là. Après quoi, on le posa en évidence dans une bibliothèque, parmi d'autres œuvres de la même romancière. On y jette un œil de temps en temps pour en raviver le pouvoir, vieux grimoire plein de soleil et de souvenirs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Conversation IV</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"J'ai été une petite fille seule. Rêveuse, et seule. C'est peut-être pour ça que j'ai développé très tôt le goût des livres ?", avança Anne-Rose autour d'un café avec ses amies. "Oh tiens, moi j'aurais dit que j'avais remporté cette solitude comme une victoire : cette sorte de tranquillité était difficile à trouver à la maison, avec mes frères et sœurs. Mais quand je me blottissait dans un coin avec un livre, j'obtenais le droit d'être seule, on murmurait "chut ! Nora lit", et alors un silence respectueux s'installait". Rachel mordit pensivement dans un gâteau, puis ajouta : "C'est pareil pour moi, la lecture représente une pause dans un quotidien plein d'animation et de bruit. Toutefois ...", ses yeux se perdirent vers la rue, "elle n'est pas tout à fait synonyme d'isolement. Elle est très peuplée, cette solitude, vous ne trouvez pas ?". Elle fouilla dans son sac et en sortit <i>Le bel été</i> de Cesare Pavese : "Cet auteur, c'est toi, Amélia, qui me l'a fait découvrir. Quand je le lis, je t'y sens étrangement présente, ou en tous cas je pense à toi". Anne-Rose acquiesça : "C'est ce que soutient Fingal, me semble-t-il. On ne peut se plonger dans une œuvre sans être accompagné, d'une certaine façon". </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><strong>L'amitié sans paroles</strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Ils s'étaient connus à la petite école des Maronniers, lui, discret et timide, elle, joviale et fougueuse. Jusqu'au lycée, ils s'étaient peu adressé la parole. Iñacio datait les débuts de leur amitié au jour où Rachel lui avait demandé ce qu'il lisait durant l'étude. Un roman de science-fiction, qu'elle avait également parcouru : "Mais ça ne t'ennuie pas ? Il est un peu vieillot". Cela n'avait pas d'importance, puisqu'il souhaitait avant tout se distraire. L'argument la fit sourire : ils avaient en partage un même bonheur de lire, sans plus d'enjeu que l'évasion. Dès lors, ils avaient pris l'habitude de se taquiner sur leurs goûts respectifs, de s'échanger des livres. Ils n'avaient nul besoin de disserter sur cette passion ; chacun se sentait à l'aise dans un silence mutuel. Le deuil des parents d'Iñacio avait douloureusement renforcé ce lien, Rachel étant devenue le seul témoin de son enfance parmi ses proches. Cette mémoire silencieuse, un mélange de pudeur et de complicité, leur avait rendu chère une si longue relation. Pour des amoureux des livres, ils plaisantaient de leur manque de conversation, de correspondances enflammées, de romanesque si l'on peut dire. Ils n'avaient d'autres mots à s'offrir que ceux des livres aux pages cornées, et cela suffisait.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Matins : Amélia</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Il y a en moi une infinité de lectrices : je suis la somme d'émerveillements, de suites de mots apprises par cœur, d'ignorances et d'oublis. De lectures passées et à venir, ennuyées ou voraces, distraites ou appliquées. Si je tends le bras pour saisir un livre dans la bibliothèque qui surplombe mon lit, si je consulte une page au hasard (ce que je fais souvent), ce geste modifiera toute l'équation de mon expérience. Plus encore, je suis suprises par les appréciations diverses que je peux avoir des œuvres, comme si mon goût se reformait sans que j'en aie conscience. C'est ce que je me dis le dimanche matin le dos calé sur mon traversin replié, un café refroidi posé au bord d'une étagère, la connaissance à portée de main, avec ses possibilités vertigineuses. Mes dimanches matins sont toujours très métaphysiques, nourris de bribes de phrases que mon regard attrape dans un demi-sommeil".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Balzac féministe</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">"Je tiens l'amour pour une convention littéraire", déclara Nora, afin d'éveiller d'une boutade une conversation sur de tristes expériences sentimentales. "Voyez-vous, je m'en méfie. On dit que ça vaut mieux, quand on aime lire des romans". "Et qu'on est une femme", ajouta Rachel. Anne-Rose leur jeta un regard furtif, paupières légèrement baissées, de peur de laisser deviner ce qu'elle pensait : "Vraiment ? Tu t'y refuses, Nora ?". Elle espérait qu'on n'avait pas décelé dans sa voix le ton de l'ironie, de la connivence ou du sous-entendu. "À l'amour dans l'absolu ? Je ne sais pas. Ça n'existe pas dans l'absolu. En tous cas, je me méfie de l'amour décrit dans les livres". Amélia lui suggéra qu'elle avait trop pleuré sur le sort d'Emma Bovary, ce à quoi Nora renchérit : "Et puis la critique la présente comme une dinde, ça ne fait pas envie". Anne-Rose ne répondit rien. Elle s'identifiait beaucoup au personnage de Flaubert, et n'avait éprouvé pour elle que de la compassion, un peu honteuse par la suite de n'avoir pas perçu la moquerie dont elle faisait l'objet. "Amusant", avança-t-elle néanmoins après un temps de réflexion, "la façon dont la critique littéraire s'est ingéniée à nous mettre en garde contre les méfaits de la lecture, ou plus précisément ... De la mauvaise lecture. Même aujourd'hui, le message qu'on nous adresse à demi-mots, c'est qu'il ne faut ni imiter Madame Bovary, ni manquer d'observer qu'elle est une gourde. Si on loupe l'ironie, c'est sûrement qu'on n'est pas dignes d'un tel chef-d'œuvre, ou qu'on est aussi ridicules qu'Emma ... Et nous, les filles, sommes très vite soupçonnées de niaiserie. C'est fatigant de devoir faire mentir ce préjugé ...". Rachel hocha pensivement la tête, en se remémorant une expérience de son adolescence. "Quand j'avais seize ans", raconta-t-elle, "j'ai lu <i>Le lys dans la vallée</i>. On me l'avait décrit comme une belle histoire d'amour, ce qu'elle n'est pas du tout. Je l'ai trouvée révoltante. J'ai projeté ma vie, mon entourage dans les personnages : Madame de Mortsauf était ma mère, et les personnages masculins, cruels et veules, étaient les hommes de ma famille. Jamais plus je n'ai ressenti une telle indignation en </span><span style="font-family: times;">lisant un roman. J'aurais voulu régler leur compte à ces Messieurs, car à travers eux, j'en voulais à un système social qui oppressait les femmes. Balzac, qui n'était pas féministe, n'aurait sans doute pas souhaité cette lecture férocement anti-patriarcale ; mais peu importe : il est mort. Et moi, petite jeune fille qui apprenait à me défendre, à résister et à lutter, j'ai puisé de la force dans cette œuvre. J'ai affûté mes arguments. Ça m'a aidée à grandir". S'en suivit un silence. Amélia jouait à enrouler ses cheveux autour de son doigt, ainsi qu'elle le faisait toujours lorsque les idées se bousculaient dans sa tête : "Moi aussi, je suis reconnaissante aux auteurs pour ce qu'ils m'ont apporté. Y compris, et surtout, le pouvoir de mal les lire".</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><b>La bibliothèque universitaire : Rachel</b></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Rachel aimait se rendre à la bibliothèque universitaire, qu'elle fût alors étudiante ou non. Ce lieu lui rappelait certains de ses premiers émois, derrière les larges baies vitrées qui donnaient sur le fleuve, dans une annexe un peu isolée du bâtiment. Le soir tombait paresseusement sur la jeune femme entourée de ses livres, des ouvrages qu'elle avait piochés pour le charme d'un nom, l'attrait d'une culture, la poésie d'un titre. Assise à sa table après les avoir portés à bout de bras, elle en saisissait un, le parcourait avidement, le reposait quelques instants, et en ouvrait un autre. Contes persans, flammes mystiques, journaux de courtisanes, prières antiques, elle était dépassée par la beauté à sa disposition, mais que sa seule personne ne pouvait épuiser. Elle se hâtait d'achever ses lectures, choisissait les quatre livres qu'elle avait le droit d'emporter, puis, les sirènes de fermeture retentissant à 20h, elle reposait à regret ce qu'elle n'avait pu feuilleter. La nuit, il lui arrivait de s'installer dans des bars à proximité de la fac, afin de se plonger dans les ouvrages empruntés. Quelles surprises pouvaient-ils donc lui réserver ? Elle ressentait une impatience mêlée d'excitation, ne pouvant se résoudre à en lire un à la fois. Les semaines écoulées, elle était également réticente à les rendre, d'autant qu'il n'était pas toujours aisé de les retrouver en librairie. Or, une partie de la bibliothèque dut être déménagée, ce qui se traduisit par un amoncellement de cartons sans doute destinés au pilon. Iñacio et Rachel vinrent tous deux récupérer des sacs entiers de livres, faisant plusieurs allers-retours comme s'ils déménageaient eux-mêmes. C'est ainsi qu'un bout de la bibliothèque s'ancra dans leurs bibliothèques respectives, lieu dans les lieux, comme des souvenirs de voyage.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Sous le lit : Fingal</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">L'appartement de Fingal était petit, et les livres y prenaient de la place, plus envahissants qu'une invasion de sauterelles, au point qu'il déclarât</span><span style="font-family: times;"> n'être plus maître des lieux, mais habiter chez eux. "Donne-les, tu n'en reliras que très peu", lui conseillait Iñacio, ce à quoi Fingal ne pouvait tout à fait se résoudre. Ses nouveaux achats finissaient par s'entasser à l'ombre, sous son lit, en attendant d'être lus. "J'ai l'impression d'être un avare couché sur son trésor, ou une poulette couvant ses œufs", plaisantait-il, toutefois saisi d'une pointe d'angoisse à l'idée que l'astuce ne suffît plus. "Tu te souviens du nom de ce compositeur mort écrasé sous sa bibliothèque ?", demanda-t-il à Amélia lors d'une de ses visites. "Charles-Valentin Alkan. Mais ne t'en fais pas, ce n'est qu'une légende".</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Parterres et mauvaises herbes</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Certaines bibliothèques sont sagement circonscrites dans un coin de logement : elles ont leur lieu dédié, qui répond aux fonctions de classement et d'exposition. Au-delà même des collections personnelles, des bâtiments entiers sont consacrés à conserver des livres de tous genres, toutes époques et régions, selon un principe exhaustif". Nora venait de passer dans une institution connue pour la richesse de son fond. "Il existe cependant aussi, non en opposition à ce premier type, mais en tension avec lui, des bibliothèques sans frontières, débordant des étagères, disséminées partout, dans les chambres, les cuisines, les salles de bain, les penderies. L'appartement de Fingal en est le modèle achevé, puisqu'il combine vagues tentatives de rayonnages et piles sauvages". "Le mien s'en rapproche", avoua Rachel les yeux rieurs. "C'est ce que j'appelle des bibliothèques triviales", reprit Nora d'un ton faussement professoral. "Elles perdent leur aura et leur sacralité, leur distinction de l'ordinaire en tant qu'édifices de l'esprit". Prise au jeu, son amie tenta une autre image : "Les livres en liberté s'accroissent dès lors à la manière des mauvaises herbes, hors des parterres de fleurs". "La question est de veiller à ce qu'ils ne tombent pas dans votre assiette par inadvertance. Fingal et toi êtes presque mûrs pour manger du papier".</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>La musique </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Anne-Rose rangeait ses livres de poésie avec une attention tatillonne aux volumes, aux couleurs, et autres accords secrets qui tenaient à l'affinité qu'elle reconnaissait aux artistes. Chaque ouvrage devait rester à la place assignée, verticale ou horizontale, en évidence ou en retrait, entre voisins complices. Si l'un d'entre eux manquait, elle en concevait une angoisse, car une béance s'était formée au sein de la bibliothèque qui menaçait la cohérence musicale de l'ensemble. Dans l'orchestre des rayons, aucun instrument ne devait faire défaut, sous peine d'altérer le chant concerté des textes. Elle tentait d'oublier la portée, la voix absentes, mais rien n'y faisait, son esprit était troublé de ne pouvoir reconstituer la musique qu'elle avait composée. Tout autour des étagères de poésie, romans, essais et pièces de théâtre se côtoyaient pêle-mêle dans une joyeuse cacophonie. Elle affirmait que c'était ainsi qu'elle surgissait au milieu du chaos, une harmonie aux principes entrelacés, qui se dérobaient parfois aux logiques linguistiques ou historiques : "Pour organiser une bibliothèque de poésie, il faut souhaiter l'avènement d'un poème d'encre, de plastique et de papier, unique petite chanson qu'on se fredonne à soi-même".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><strong>La bibliothèque bourgeoise</strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Rachel, Anne-Rose et Nora se promenaient le long d'un fleuve dont l'une des rives exposait une succession de belles bâtisses. "Je rêve d'habiter l'une de ces maisons, non seulement pour avoir vue sur l'eau, mais pour y aménager une grande bibliothèque", dit Nora en scrutant les façades imposantes. "Eh bien, je pense à la même chose !", s'exclama Rachel. "Mais l'espace n'est pas la seule question. Après tout, nous pourrions continuer d'empiler nos livres dans des coins, comme nous l'avons toujours fait, et néanmoins nous avons d'autres ambitions". "Je vois où tu veux en venir : des ambitions esthétiques". "Une bonne grosse bibliothèque bourgeoise, avec des meubles adéquats, des reliures bien verticales, des plantes vertes !", conclut Anne-Rose en riant. "Nos goûts sont formatés", admit Rachel. "Nous nous formons une certaine image des dignes propriétaires de livres, c'est-à-dire des gens aisés, faisant montre de leur culture avec ostentation". "Je ne cache pas qu'un bon fauteuil Louis XVIe près d'étagères en acajou ne me déplairait pas pour mes lectures du soir", soupira Nora. "Et le chat, et le thé dans un service de porcelaine, et les tapis persans ...". "J'assume tout ! Quand vous ferez toutes deux carrière comme poétesse et traductrice, et gagnerez assurément beaucoup d'argent, n'oubliez pas mes vieux fantasmes. Plutôt bleu, le fauteuil".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Aventures en bibliothèque</b> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Rachel s'ennuyait parfois en révisant ses examens. Sur sa table de bibliothèque, elle posait quelques livres dont les titres piquaient sa curiosité, pour en grappiller des mots lorsque les longues journées de travail semblaient s'éterniser. En rencontrant Amélia dans la petite pièce qui servait de café ou de lieu de ragots, Rachel avait glissé : "Pourquoi ne nous arrive-t-il jamais d'aventures extraordinaires dans les bibliothèques, comme à ces exploratrices de cinéma qui traversent les étagères vers des mondes merveilleux ?". "Tant qu'on ne bascule pas dans un film d'horreur, je ne suis pas contre !", répondit son amie en sirotant avec précaution un thé presque bouillant. "C'est vrai que les livres servent parfois d'amorce à toutes sortes d'intrigues, voire constituent des passages secrets ...", ajouta-t-elle après s'être remémoré le scénario d'une œuvre qu'elle venait de voir en salle. Rachel soupira : "Mes manuels à moi ne permettent de s'évader que dans la torpeur, j'ai l'impression. Ni sorcellerie, ni énigmes, ni quêtes ! Je préférerais plutôt emprunter de vieux grimoires". "Tu regardes trop de séries !", dit Amélia en riant. "Oh non, je prends simplement au sérieux le réel pouvoir des livres. Ces films fantaisistes ne l'inventent pas : ils l'amplifient. Ils transposent en images ce que nous ressentons quand ils nous emportent ... Certes, ça n'arrive pas en fichant ces satanés manuels".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Conversation V</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Pendant longtemps, je trouvais toutes les diversions imaginables pour éviter de parler de mes lectures, et même de littérature de manière générale", confia Nora à Fingal, Anne-Rose et Rachel, par un bel après-midi sous les cerisiers. "Je ne me croyais pas capable de commentaires intéressants. J'avais peur qu'on me réponde en citant des œuvres que je n'avais pas lues, comme ce garçon qui fourrait des vers d'Horace ou Mallarmé dans ses conversations en ne doutant pas que nous les reconnaîtrions". Nora esquissa un petit sourire. "Je ne les reconnaissais jamais. Toi, Anne-Rose, ça ne t'aurait pas posé problème". Son amie haussa les épaules : "Je ne sais pas grand chose des poèmes d'Horace". Nora la rassura : peu de gens lisaient de la poésie latine dans leur temps libre, sauf Amélia peut-être. Elle continua : "Je suis désolée de constater que je deviens comme ceux qui se présupposent une culture partagée, multipliant les clins d'œil et les sous-entendus ainsi que des signes d'appartenance à un club de personnes cultivées. Ce qui ressemble à du snobisme n'est chez moi qu'une manière de me protéger derrière une coquille de belles références, d'érudition inattaquable. Au fond, malgré mes longues études, j'ai toujours peur de parler, alors je me cache, je laisse les ouvrages s'exprimer pour moi. Je ne sais pas à quel moment on cesse d'avoir honte de ...", elle chercha ses mots. "Honte de faire intrusion dans ce petit monde clos qui n'aurait pas dû être le nôtre".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Les comptes : Anne-Rose</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">Anne-Rose emportait partout un carnet où elle notait des impressions, des détails de ses journées, des conseils qu'elle avait reçus, des recettes de cuisine, des compositions de parfums (14/06 "Île divine", ylang-ylang, santal, agrume : néroli ?), mais aussi, quand on le retournait et l'ouvrait par la fin, une liste où elle ne consignait que ses dépenses de livres. Beaucoup étaient achetés d'occasion, ainsi qu'en témoignait l'abréviation "occ." à côté du prix. "Je tiens mes comptes, même si ça peut sembler très prosaïque. Les recueils représentent chaque mois un budget non négligeable", expliquait-elle comme pour s'en excuser. "Ma liste a néanmoins une autre fonction. Elle documente le moment où un livre est entré en ma possession. Elle constitue la mémoire de mes rencontres successives. Et, parfois, cette chronologie a un intérêt en soi : grâce à elle, je découvre que les lectures sont des pérégrinations aux chemins surprenants, dont la clarté et même, si j'ose dire, le sens, se révèlent après coup. C'est fascinant de comprendre quels intermédiaires nous ont menés vers des textes très aimés, quelles expériences il aura fallu faire pour y arriver, patiente</span><span style="font-family: times;"> initiation dont on ne s'apercevait pas alors".</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><strong>Ex-libris et dédicaces</strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Rachel W.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">3 rue de la chevêche"</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"À mon amie de toujours,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">ce livre. Tu sauras pourquoi".</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Bari, mars 2016. </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Panzerotto, sorte de chausson, recette : luciabari.net"</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Chère Rachel,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Merci de m'être fidèle malgré mon manque de notoriété, ma maladresse, etc. Oh, et puis zut, je ne veux pas décourager mes rares lectrices.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Je vous souhaite d'éprouver un peu de plaisir à lire mon bouquin,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Martha Gebrisch".</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Buttes-Chaumont, orage, été 2018".</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Serendipity. Voir p. 30".</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Adresser à Rachel W."</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Ma chère Rachel, </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Je te souhaite un joyeux anniversaire.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Tu me diras des nouvelles de ce recueil très aimé. Anne-Rose".</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Plombier Dafort 06********".</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Réf. Virginia Woolf p. 56, 102, 345".</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Paris mais où ? Petite libraire près de la pl. des Vosges".</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Rachel W. </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">3 rue de la chevêche (mais si d'aventure vous trouvez ce livre, gardez-le).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Un conte</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ce soir-là, dans une maisonnette de la lointaine banlieue parisienne, le Groupe des Cerisiers s'était réuni en étendant son cercle à des connaissances de Rachel. Les discussions des convives étaient animées, d'après les échos qui en parvenaient à Anne-Rose dissimulée derrière une porte. Sans voir ses amis, elle pouvait se figurer les gestes chaotiques ponctuant les envolées de Rachel, l'équilibre précaire des lunettes de Fingal, la courtoisie de Nora, arbitre des débats, l'ivresse mutique d'Iñacio, et l'inattention d'Amélia qui, à en juger par son silence, devait soit lire, soit rêvasser. Anne-Rose admirait sa faculté à s'absenter parmi les autres, sans avoir besoin de seuils, ni de murs, ni de distance. Elle-même n'en était pas capable. Tout au plus faisait-elle irruption dans la pièce, tournant autour des invités comme une phalène piégée sous l'abat-jour d'une lampe, avant de s'enfuir aussi vite. Elle se souvint qu'à l'occasion de cette fête, elle avait mené l'une de ces excursions pour prendre un livre à la sauvette. La porte refermée, elle s'était approchée de la cuisine à reculons, soulagée. Mais elle n'était pas seule. Un crissement la fit sursauter. Il coupait des fruits et des légumes avec minutie, en petits dés à peu près égaux. Il paraissait jeune, plus jeune qu'elle. "Toi non plus, tu n'aimes pas discuter avec des inconnus ?", lui demanda-t-il d'un ton complice. Anne-Rose ne savait que répondre. "Si tu préfères, nous pouvons nous taire ensemble". Ils passèrent la nuit tous les deux.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Conversation VI</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Ma bibliothèque est un acte politique", affirma calmement Nora. Fingal hocha la tête : "Tu veux dire quoi exactement par là ? C'est sûr que quelques livres ont forgé une conscience du monde à laquelle le citoyen que je suis doit beaucoup". "Il ne s'agit pas que de ça. Pour moi aussi, des œuvres ont été capitales, comme celle de Virginia Woolf". Elle adressa un clin d'œil à Amélia, qui partageait son attachement à la romancière britannique. "Mais le fait même de réunir ces livres-là, et de cette manière-là, est politique. Ces autrices que j'ai recherchées pour leur rendre justice, elles qui sont souvent malmenées par les histoires littéraires. Ces pays que j'ai mélangés pour abolir toute frontière, rapprocher les langues, créer des parentés qui ne doivent rien au sang. Tout ça est politique. Je ne suis pas à proprement parler une militante : je n'ai ni slogans, ni appartenance à une quelconque organisation, ni système de valeurs bien établi. Néanmoins, je me rends compte à quel point c'est un engagement, une implication de tous les jours, une bibliothèque. Débusquer les œuvres, les lire, les classer, rien n'est anodin".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Rate your book .com</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Anne-Rose a ses carnets où elle recense tous ses achats, et moi, je me suis mise à utiliser un site pour classer mes lectures", dit Rachel avec satisfaction. "Je ne sais pas si ça me dispensera de ranger les ouvrages éparpillés sur mon plancher ... Mais enfin, ça me donne une impression de maîtrise". Iñacio lui demanda s'il s'agissait de la plate-forme où l'on pouvait noter les œuvres. Rachel acquiesca : "Cela dit, pour ma part, je me contente de faire des listes, voire de laisser des commentaires. Je trouve ça mesquin, les notes". Nora sourit : "Moi j'évite tout ce qui me rappelle mon boulot de prof ... Je ne me verrais pas attribuer des deux ou des trois à des romans". Iñacio fouilla dans son sac-à-dos et en sortit une tablette qui lui servait de liseuse. L'écran allumé fit apparaître une image de bibliothèque où trônaient des ouvrages virtuels : "Regardez comme tout est impeccablement rangé ! Vous ne verrez jamais rien de tel dans ma chambre". Nora y jeta un œil curieux, puis admit : "Je suis trop s.n.o.b pour ne pas exposer mes livres au vu et au su de tous". "Tu peux dévoiler ta bibliothèque aux autres internautes ! Option que je n'ai personnellement pas choisie. Regarde, c'est simple, il suffit d'activer cette fonction". Les trois amis se penchèrent sur les outils du site, dont le caractère peu révolutionnaire amusait Rachel : "C'est intéressant comme ces moyens informatiques mîment le réel". Nora profita de cette remarque pour exprimer à voix haute ce qui lui venait à l'esprit : "Non seulement le lieu traditionnel de la collection est représenté, mais il satisfait aussi ses logiques diverses : le besoin mémoriel, qui consiste à accumuler les traces de ses lectures, le besoin d'organisation, et l'ambition sociale". Iñacio lui demanda si cela l'avait convaincue de s'abonner à ces plate-formes : Oh, je suis trop conservatrice". "Ces sites ne le sont pas moins, au fond".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>L'œil et l'oreille</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">"Est-ce que tu te souviens du premier mot que tu as lu ?", demanda Rachel à Iñacio en passant devant une librairie pour enfants. Son ami lui répondit qu'il n'en avait aucune idée. "Moi, il paraît que c'étaient les panneaux stop sur la route. Mais j'avais dû entendre mes parents prononcer le mot. Ça devait être du bluff". Plus tard dans la soirée, alors qu'Amélia les avait rejoints dans un bar, Rachel aborda de nouveau le sujet : "C'est bizarre de se dire qu'à une époque, on ne savait pas lire". Elle contempla une carte des boissons où les lettres, sous la lumière des néons, semblaient tanguer doucement. "Ces signes n'ont été que des images pour nous, des images dissociées qui auraient très bien pu dériver chacune de son côté". Amélia leur raconta comment elle avait exigé d'apprendre à lire, et comment cet apprentissage était avant tout passé par l'oral : "On m'enseignait que B et A</span><span style="font-family: times;"> donnaient le son BA, et on me le faisait répéter, babababa". Elle rit. "Plus tard, cette petite voix qui soufflait ba, bi, bu, s'est éteinte. Je n'associais plus les lettres à des sons ... J'étais désormais une grande fille !". Iñacio poursuivit : "C'est pareil pour les histoires. D'abord, on me les a contées à voix haute, si souvent que je les ai retenues par cœur. Ensuite, j'ai pu les déchiffrer sur papier, et la musique de la voix est devenue signes visuels". "Pourtant, cette dissociation entre l'œil et l'oreille n'a pas toujours été la norme", dit timidement Amélia, qui craignait qu'on ne lui reprochât son érudition. "Isaac de Syrie ou Isidore de Séville, aux VI et VIIe siècles, prisaient déjà la lecture silencieuse, mais il a fallu attendre le IXe siècle pour qu'elle soit imposée aux copistes dans les monastères". "Quoi qu'il en soit, bouquiner, aujourd'hui, c'est se taire. D'ailleurs, je crois qu'enfant, on me filait des livres entre les mains pour que je cesse de faire du bruit", raconta Rachel. "On peut le regretter", renchérit son amie, "ou y déceler une beauté analogue à celle du mime ou de la danse. Ce qui se communique peut rester muet, ce qui nous émeut peut être disposition dans l'espace, rythme graphique, chorégraphique. Romances, injures, conversations sans paroles".</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Couleur de lune</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Une averse brutale s'était abattue sur la ville alors que Rachel, Anne-Rose et Iñacio se promenaient dans un quartier qu'ils avaient souvent fréquenté adolescents, à une époque où ils n'osaient encore se parler qu'à demi-mots. Surpris par l'orage, ils avaient dû trouver refuge sous l'auvent d'une boutique. Des rafales tournoyaient dans l'air, évoquant des nuées d'oiseaux, géométrie suspendue faite de mouvements fugaces. Une femme en talons aiguille se tenait sur le seuil du salon de massage, celui qui restait ouvert tard la nuit. Feignant de ne reconnaître personne, elle fumait avec une mine à la fois lasse et résignée, appuyée contre l'encadrement de la porte. Elle observait, elle aussi, le spectacle de la pluie. Bruits de pas précipités, rires étouffés, le fracas de l'averse recouvrait et enchevêtrait les derniers sursauts de vie. Rachel serrait son sac contre elle pour protéger de l'humidité les livres qu'il contenait. La route et les trottoirs, polis par les gouttes et luisant dans la pénombre, semblaient un service d'argenterie disposé pour les grands soirs. "La ville a revêtu sa robe couleur de lune", dit Rachel. Anne-Rose demanda timidement : "À quoi fais-tu référence ?". "Tu ne t'en souviens pas ? Dans <i>Peau d'âne</i>, la robe que le père doit offrir à sa fille pour l'épouser". "Je ne l'ai jamais lu. On me l'a interdit, enfant". Elle ouvrait de grands yeux effarés. Rachel et Iñacio comprirent que leur amie avait été tenue dans l'ignorance des intrigues les plus scabreuses des contes. "Tu voudrais qu'on en voie une adaptation ensemble ? Il y en a de très chouettes au cinéma", proposa Iñacio. "Non merci. Non. C'est trop tard, tant pis". Comme il ne tombait plus qu'une bruine, ils reprirent tous les trois leur chemin, tête nue.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Ma mère l'Oye</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Elle possédait peu de livres. Des albums récupérés, des magazines pour enfants. Mais ce recueil de contes-là valait pour elle tous les livres du monde, revêtu de sa couverture gris-bleu, où se détachait à peine en lettres dorées ce curieux titre, "Ma mère l'Oye". De qui était-elle donc la mère, cette "Oye" dont on se doutait, d'après l'illustration qui représentait un étang bordé de roseaux, qu'il s'agissait d'une espèce de canard (peut-être les volatils qui sévissaient près de la maison des grands-parents maternels) ? Si cette personne savait écrire, comment se faisait-il qu'elle eût pour mère un oiseau ? Avait-elle un quelconque rapport avec le jeu de "l'oie", dont les parents possédaient une version incomplète - et le cas échéant, quelles règles avait-elle instaurées ? Ces questions sans réponse créaient d'emblée autour de l'ouvrage une aura de mystère. De fait, chaque page tournée ne faisait qu'entretenir la magie causée par cette étrangeté initiale : chats dotés de parole, citrouilles changées en carrosse, fées marraines. Si les lettres ne livraient pas tous leurs secrets à la petite fille qui apprenait à lire, les dessins représentaient pour elles le monde merveilleux des malheurs enfantins, où les monstres, sous des masques divers, déployaient tour à tour leur ruse et leur cruauté. Inquiétant et fascinant, le pays des contes, aux récits répétés par la voix maternelle ainsi que des prières, de sorte qu'avant même de déchiffrer les phrases, Amélia les connaissait par cœur. Il fallait, soir après soir, conjurer le sort pourtant séduisant de ces images et de ces mots, moins bercée par leur douceur qu'initiée à leurs facéties, de celles qui dénoncent et suspendent les maléfices. Adulte, ne devait rester au fond de la mémoire d'Amélia que des bribes de conversation, des esquisses d'une violence feutrée ; l'impression confuse d'une perte au milieu d'un rêve.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Autre conte</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>Certains soirs, le Groupe des Cerisiers se retrouvait pour lire des extraits d'œuvres, soit pour en vanter les mérites, soit pour les découvrir ensemble, le partage de cette expérience augmentant leur plaisir à se laisser surprendre. Leurs voix avaient chacune des inflexions différentes : celle d'Anne-Rose était souple et feutrée </span><span>comme la démarche d'un chat, celle de Nora est aussi joyeuse que rauque, atteinte d'une sorte de fêlure dans son enjouement même. Un jour, elle choisit de lire </span><i>La Princesse de Clèves</i><span>, et plus précisément le passage de la rencontre entre l'héroïne et le Duc de Nemours. Fingal en parut d'abord amusé, mais les mots portés par cette voix chaude le touchèrent, malgré leurs dissonances, ce qu'ils suggéraient du caractère des personnages, et le ton plein de nuances de la lectrice avisée. Nora l'enregistra plus tard sur son portable, puis le lui envoya. Fingal possédait désormais ce texte immatériel, au timbre et au rythme uniques, faits d'hésitations, de sourires soupçonnés, de bruits de papier. Lorsqu'il invita Nora chez lui pour en discuter, il se trouva néanmoins confus, incapable de formuler un commentaire, et mit de la musique pour dissimuler sa gêne. C'est peut-être à cet instant-là qu'ils comprirent la signification exacte que, pour eux deux, cette lecture avait revêtue.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b><span style="font-family: times;">Le dégoût des livres</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">"C'était un drôle d'hiver. Au début, j'avais ressenti un simple engourdissement, comme si le froid m'avait gagnée du bout des doigts jusqu'au cœur. J'avais du coton dans la tête, les oreilles, les yeux, de plus en plus de coton. Les livres me tombaient des mains. Je ne me rappelle pas le jour où je compris qu'un terme médical qualifiait mon état : "dépression". Ce devait être au mois de mars. Tout se résolvait dans ce nom, tout s'éclairait. Il me faudrait être patiente avant d'éprouver autre chose qu'un vague dégoût à la vue des piles d'ouvrages qui prenaient la poussière contre le mur de ma chambre. Je leur en voulais d'exister, ces milliers de pages qui narguaient les esprits fatigués, sagement pressées entre leurs reliures brillantes, nettes, définitives, quand je ne connaissais que l'informe. J'en voulais aussi à Anne-Rose, le jour où, les joues roses d'avoir arpenté les rues de la capitale, elle m'invita dans un café-bibliothèque pour le goûter. Jamais elle n'avait dû cesser de lire. Elle était sans doute de ces personnes que même la dépression n'éloigne pas de ces plaisirs essentiels qui habillent le quotidien d'une sorte d'évidence, de beauté, de sens, ce dont j'étais profondément jalouse. Ses babillages littéraires m'agaçaient. Et puis elle me proposa de me réciter un poème. Je faillis refuser, mais quelque chose me retint, et j'acceptai. Les vers semblaient venir de très loin, très lentement, de même que les sons perçus à travers la mer. La voix d'Anne-Rose émettait des phrases dont la signification globale se perdait, s'éparpillait, mais il restait ces mots qui m'atteignaient l'un après l'autre, brisaient la glace qui s'était peu à peu formée en moi. L'émotion me serrait la gorge. "Tu l'as aimé, ce poème ?", demanda mon amie. J'étais incapable de le dire. C'était moins et plus que cela".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="color: #111111; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="color: #111111; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="color: #111111; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="color: #111111; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="color: #111111; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="color: #111111; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Lectures de nuit</span></strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">En proie aux insomnies, Amélia menait, bien malgré elle, une existence nocturne. Méditations, tisanes, marches lentes, elle avait ses habitudes dans cette vie décalée, où les heures semblaient si longues qu'il fallait les tromper. Habitudes différentes de l'ordinaire, auxquelles répondaient des lectures parallèles, distinctes de celles du jour. Amélia retrouvait chaque nuit les livres qu'elles avait aimés quand elle était enfant : des contes, des séries de <em>fantasy </em>et des romans feuilletons, peuplés de sorcières et de danseuses, de châteaux et de cachettes, d'héroïnes intrépides et d'animaux égarés. L'obscurité lui rappelait les veillées clandestines à la lumière d'une lampe torche, la maison silencieuse, les parents endormis. Les moments gagnés sur le sommeil, les mains qui ne pouvaient pas s'arrêter de tourner des pages. Une solitude heureuse qu'elle tentait de rétablir, contre cette inquiétude de ne plus savoir se reposer. Elle rebroussait chemin pour remonter le temps, croisant de vieux cauchemars, embrassant des fantômes. Tout un cortège onirique l'accompagnait jusqu'au matin, où elle s'assoupissait enfin, son aventure inachevée.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Les doudous</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Dans les premiers mois de leurs relations, un détail de la vie de Fingal avait frappé Nora : il s'endormait avec ses livres, qu'il oubliait de reposer près du lit avant d'éteindre la lumière. "Dis-moi, tu as quel âge ?", demanda un matin Nora, d'un air faussement sérieux. "En quoi ça te regarde ?", grommela Fingal. "Tu le sais déjà, de toutes façons". "Hum hum ... Mais tu m'avais caché que tu dormais avec des doudous !". "Des doudous ...?". Nora rit tendrement devant l'expression stupéfaite de son ami. "Tu n'as pas remarqué ce roman près de ton oreiller cette nuit ? La semaine dernière, c'était un recueil de nouvelles ...". Fingal remit ses lunettes, qui avaient glissé de son nez : "Ah, ça ...! Mais non, je n'en ai pas besoin pour trouver le sommeil". "Tu es sûr ? Bientôt, je découvrirai que tu suces encore ton pouce".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Enfance : Fingal</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Mes camardes de conte partageaient mes chagrins : erreurs, solitude, déception et rejet. Ils cassaient des objets, se faisaient berner par des animaux, s'écorchaient les genoux. Mais toujours, ils retrouvaient un foyer lumineux et chaud, une étreinte qui effaçait leurs naïves bêtises d'enfants. Rares étaient les personnages durement traités qui restaient malheureux. Et moi, avec mes doigts gourds, mes paroles hasardeuses, ce manque d'habileté qui semblait me caractériser, je cherchais aux côtés de ces amis les mots qui feraient oublier toutes mes maladresses : "Tu es venu au monde pour qu'on t'aime, et nul ne te retirera cet amour, malgré tes mésaventures". Oui, je crois bien que seuls les livres m'ont pardonné d'exister".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Les ogres </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>"Qui sont les ogres des histoires de notre enfance ?". Anne-Rose semblait avoir posé la question pour elle-même, son regard s'attardant sur le vieil exemplaire des contes de Ma mère l'oye qu'Amélia conservait religieusement dans sa bibliothèque. Assis en tailleur sur des coussins posés au sol, les amis du Club des Cerisiers s'étaient réunis pour lire. "Ce sont les pères, les grand-mères, les marâtres, et parfois les maris", répondit Iñacio d'une voix blanche, après une brève hésitation. Il avait compris quelle œuvre avait suscité cette interrogation, et n'avançait aucun commentaire de peur d'être indélicat à l'égard de son amie, qu'il savait préoccupée. "En tous cas, chez Perrault, c'est presque toujours comme ça. Pas besoin de sorcière pour effrayer les enfants. L'ogre se trouve au sein de la famille". "La famille. Les contes nous apprennent, dès tous petits, à nous en méfier", résuma Fingal. "Puis viennent les récits des malheurs, quand les enfants ont grandi. Sophie, David Copperfield, des portraits de soi sous anagrammes et semi-pseudonymes pour dire la cruauté facile, la tyrannie des adultes, et les tentatives des plus faibles afin de s'en protéger. Quand ce ne sont pas des fillettes et des garçonnets qui subissent l'injustice, ce sont les animaux, les ânes, les chiens. Misère de ceux auxquels on apprend la souffrance et la soumission muettes". Anne-Rose acquiesça en feuilletant les pages du recueil de Perrault, qu'elle avait saisi avec précaution : "C'est vrai que la littérature qu'on dit d'enfance s'est toujours attachée à décrire la maltraitance, comme si les histoires lues dès berceau devaient nous apprendre l'alphabet de la violence, et les ruses pour lui échapper". Amélia esquissa un triste sourire en voyant son amie découvrir les illustrations jaunies qui l'avait ravie dans son enfance. "Peut-être est-ce la raison pour laquelle je garde ce vieux bouquin à la manière de ces gens qui, leur dix-huit ans bien révolus, ne peuvent se défaire de leur doudou. Je le considérais moitié comme un confident, moitié comme un bouclier". Fingal murmura : "Beaucoup de livres sont ces sortes de doudous, de frères et sœurs que nous nous sommes choisis. Une contre-famille de chiffon ou de papier, finalement. Celle qui nous manque, même si on ne l'a jamais connue. Et nous autres, amis des livres, nous ne nous rassemblons que dans l'espoir d'en prolonger le rassurant cocon".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ranger ses livres : Amélia</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Quand Amélia déménagea, elle se préoccupa d'abord d'installer ses livres dans le nouvel appartement. Elle relut des œuvres, les tria, les classa, puis les emporta dans des sacs distincts. Une bibliothèque rudimentaire fut placée dans une pièce vide. Amélia y rangea ses ouvrages, modifiant à nouveau l'organisation établie. Elle sépara les amants, rapprocha les ennemis, associa les couleurs, fit résonner les noms, chantonnant, sifflotant, lisant des pages, parlant toute seule. Son travail achevé, elle recula de quelques pas pour constater l'harmonie qu'elle avait su créer, et qui fournissait l'unique preuve que l'espace était habité. Trois jours plus tard, cet ordre précaire devait encore changer.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Le jardin</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>Cadette de deux frères, délaissée par des parents souvent absents, Rachel se rappelait ses longs après-midis d'oisiveté sous les arbres de la propriété familiale, munie d'instruments improvisés, flûtes de roseau, sifflets de tiges, percussions sur les troncs creux. Elle se demandait pour quelle petite sorcière avaient dû la prendre voisins et camarades de son enfance. L'air un peu hagard, et une mélancolie masquée par des jeux frénétiques, des chansons, des explorations dans la campagne. Ses dîners sur le pouce finis, elle retournait à son jardin afin qu'il lui apprît son langage élusif et changeant. Avant ses douze ans, elle n'avait que peu lu, captivée par la vie fourmillant autour d'elle, les insectes, les graines venues d'on savait où. Les lourds exemplaires à l'odeur de renfermé lui inspiraient une vague méfiance, dans la mesure où ils lui volaient des heures de vagabondages. Rachel s'était résolue à les apprivoiser en les traînant avec elle, et il n'était pas rare qu'elle y plaçât pour ce faire des pétales séchés (elle avait cette habitude en commun avec Anne-Rose), comme des sceaux apposés aux pages jaunies. Malgré ses réticences, elle avait investi les livres d'espace et de liberté, les associant étroitement à ses escapades. Ainsi sa bibliothèque ne pouvait-elle ressembler qu'à un jardin à l'anglaise, de rêverie et d'herbe folle.</div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le féminin singulier : Anne-Rose</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"J'ai un souvenir de ma petite enfance ... Il fallait féminiser un mot ; duquel s'agissait-il ? Un adjectif, si ma mémoire ne me fait pas défaut. Quoi qu'il en soit, je me suis rendu compte, à cet instant où j'écrivais à la première personne, que certains mots m'avaient été appris uniquement sous leur forme masculine. Je devais les traduire. Toute personne qui se présente au féminin mène un discret travail de traduction pour marquer ces nuances qui la trahissent comme autre, étrangère de sa propre langue. En étais-je attristée ? Je crois que j'en étais fière. Le "e" muet est un privilège, de même que ces sonorités, fondantes ou sonores, en "ise", "eine" et "oise". Cette légère marginalité en regard d'une norme masculine représentait une distinction, même si je n'ignorais pas que pour autrui, ce n'était qu'une variante mineure. Plus tard, les écritures au féminin ont contribué à la fascination que j'éprouvais pour les récits où elles étaient d'usages, comme si ces "e" muets m'enserraient dans leurs branches, comme si je voyais dans chaque terme un écho à ma propre différence, qui est moins biologique que purement linguistique".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Conversation VIII</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Je ne voudrais pas remonter le temps", dit Rachel, avant de soupirer de contentement. "Nous avons tous et toutes changé depuis que nous nous connaissons. Anne-Rose porte des parfums plus opulents, Nora semble avoir pris dix centimètres de confiance et de bonheur ... Qui voudrait rebrousser chemin ?". Amélia ajouta : "Tu as oublié l'essentiel : nous ne lisons plus les mêmes livres". Iñacio fit un geste de protestation. "Sauf toi, bien sûr, qui restes attaché à tes Agatha Christie". Anne-Rose ne partageait pas entièrement cet avis : "Tu sais, je reviens toujours à ces poétesses que j'ai découvertes très jeune femme. Rares sont les noms qui s'imiscent peu à peu dans mes habitudes, dérangent l'ordre qui a fini par se former". "Moi aussi, je relis beaucoup ; ou alors j'épuise mes auteurs préférés", reconnut à son tour Fingal. "Sommes-nous donc si fidèles que ça ?", s'exclama Amélia en riant. "Il faut croire qu'il en va des lectures comme des vieilles amitiés, et ce malgré les méandres de nos vies respectives", conclut Nora. "On les considère avec une sorte de gratitude, cette reconnaissance de les savoir présentes, qui reste égale au cours des années, quand elle ne se renforce pas".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Langues étrangères : Rachel</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Je possède de nombreux livres étrangers, souvenirs de voyages pour certains, à l'instar de cartes postales ou de portes-clefs, et pour d'autres, commandes par internet ou achats dans les rayons "V. O." de librairies locales. Sont représentés l'allemand, l'anglais, le japonais et l'espagnol. Je ne maîtrise pas ces langues, si tant est que cela soit possible, la maîtrise d'une matière si riche et friable. Je les comprends à peu près. Les lisant, j'entre dans un élément familier, mais aussi instable, comme on avance dans la mer sans savoir jusqu'où on aura pied. Des mots m'échappent, des impressions se mêlent, et je sens bien que je ne discernerais pas les choses de même façon sur la terre ferme de la "langue maternelle" : le regard y est plus global et plus flou à la fois. Quand je parcourais les romans de Dickens, j'étais cette invitée dans une maison faiblement éclairée qui cligne des yeux en se posant ces questions : est-ce juste, ce que j'observe ? Est-ce exact ? Ne prendrais-je pas cet objet pour un autre ? Pourtant, l'anglais m'est une seconde langue ; il m'arrive de le parler dans mes rêves, ou alors tout bas, pour émousser la dureté de mes pensées, les mettre à distance. Mais tout idiome affecte les persectives, les textures et les proportions. Je me suis créé un monde littéraire (car j'apprends les langues dans les livres) où je m'expose au trouble de mes perceptions".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>La bienheureuse : Anne-Rose </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Anne-Rose apprit à lire avant de savoir parler. Elle cachait son visage dans le cou de sa mère qui la portait devant la crèche, ne répondait pas à son nom, ne croisait le regard de personne. Une fois, elle avait entendu un jugement qui lui semblait irrévocable dans la bouche d'une puéricultrice : "Cette enfant est idiote". Elle avait deux ans et demi, et refusait de prononcer une parole. Sur le mur de l'école où elle devait bientôt être inscrite, il y avait une plaque dorée avec des choses gravées. Anne-Rose contemplait ces signes, et les retenaient dans un coin de sa tête. É. L. E. Des bâtons. C. O. Des cercles et demi-cercles. De semblables dessins apparaissaient partout, liés ou disjoints, ornés de boucles, ou simples traits. En juin, elle murmurait lentement "eucoleuh", comme une formule magique lui ouvrant une serrure vers un autre monde, celui des lettres et des mots. Elle ne s'en exprima néanmoins pas davantage, et c'est pourquoi, des années qui suivirent, elle devait se souvenir d'un mutisme qui lui valut de manquer redoubler plusieurs années de suite. Pourtant, elle fut très tôt une bonne lectrice. Aussi se rappelait-elle également de bienheureuses retraites dans les coins bibliothèques aménagés au fond des classes. Roseline, une surveillante, avait compris que la petite fille solitaire recherchait la compagnie des créatures imaginaires. Elle lui fit découvrir des bandes dessinées, des contes de grands méchants loups, des histoires de sorcières. Anne-Rose se mit à discuter avec elle, des personnages, des aventures ; elle prétendit être elle-même une fée. Ses parents se rassurèrent : elle savait communiquer. Peu importait qu'il fallût pour cela recourir à la médiation des livres. Anne-Rose aurait pour traductrice toute la littérature.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Géographies</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>Chaque membre du Groupe des Cerisiers pouvait retracer une géographie personnelle des librairies de la ville. Il y avait les généralistes et les spécialisées, celles qui proposaient telles éditions, qui laissaient transparaître une opinion politique, qui avaient pour prédilection un certain genre littéraire, qui présentaient régulièrement des ouvrages rares ou méconnus. Celles qui n'avaient que du neuf, ou dont les étals débordaient d'occasions. Celles qui avaient pignon sur rue, celles qui étaient au sous-sol, celles qui ouvraient le dimanche, les grandes, les petites, rattachées à une chaîne ou bien indépendantes, dotées d'échelles, de fauteuils, ou de fontaines à eau. "Il y a même des librairies où l'on sert du café !", s'exclama Rachel, qui en buvait beaucoup. Fingal prétendit deviner quelles œuvres seraient mises en valeur par son libraire préféré. "Nos typologies valent aussi pour les bibliothèques", fit remarquer Amélia. S'ensuivit une discussion passionnée sur les institutions municipales aux fonds tous différents, complémentaires, irremplaçables. "Être un groupe de mordus de lecture, ça consiste pour beaucoup à s'échanger de bonnes adresses", conclut Nora.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>La nouvelle librairie</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Anne-Rose découvrit une nouvelle librairie non loin de chez Rachel. Le nom reprenait le titre d'un livre qu'elle n'aimait pas, mais elle y entra quand même. Le seuil franchi, elle ausculta l'endroit : les nouveautés au centre sur des tables circulaires, sans distinction d'origine ni de langue ; une étagère entière consacrée à la poésie, et proposant un double classement par auteurs et par collections ; un renfoncement consacré aux sciences humaines. Pour déterminer si les choix de la boutique étaient en accord avec ses goûts, elle s'assura que certains de ses recueils favoris étaient présents en rayon ("Odysseas Elytis, Nadia Küchenmeister, Li Po, Wisława Szymborska, Jin Eun-young ... Voilà un ensemble intéressant"). Elle fit mine ensuite de chercher un roman, apprécia brièvement les ouvrages politiques, et en conclut qu'elle reviendrait. Quand elle en parla plus tard à Rachel, celle-ci lui répondit que le lieu faisait partie de son "pèlerinage livresque", réseau de librairies où elle se rendait dans un chapelet d'étapes, une route de la curiosité, de l'évasion, et de la dépense.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Ville onirique</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Amélia rêvait souvent la nuit de librairies dans des quartiers imaginaires. Plusieurs fois, elle inventa un arrondissement entier où elle flânait d'un commerce à l'autre. Le sous-sol mal éclairé de l'un était consacré à la poésie, tandis qu'un deuxième avait un mode de rangement incongru, mêlant ouvrages d'art et recueils selon la couleur de leur couverture. Un troisième, très grand, possédait une annexe pleine de livres étrangers. Amélia y emmenait Rachel, Nora et Anne-Rose, les guidant au cœur de cet espace labyrinthique, où les rues semblaient se déplacer, les cafés se confondre, comme les rayons d'un bibliomane facétieux. Les librairies s'évanouissaient et réapparaissaient dans un jeu de piste semé d'indices et de mirages. Ponts, métros, ascenseurs, les amies empruntaient tous les réseaux sillonnant la ville de haut en bas, et d'Est en Ouest, lancées dans une quête non d'un objet quelconque, mais d'un lieu. Ce qu'elles cherchaient n'était pas un idéal, puisque chaque librairie offrait des avantages particuliers qu'on ne trouvait nulle par ailleurs. Bien plutôt, elles prisaient cette diversité auquel elles contribuaient, les multiples facettes d'une même passion pour la collection, toujours vouée au manque et à l'inachèvement. Rachel commentait ces rêves en affirmant que la moindre découverte d'un lien entre deux auteurs pouvait bouleverser notre bibliothèque mentale. Ainsi plaçait-elle les <i>Essais</i> de Montaigne près des poèmes de Lu Yu, ou encore d'ermites de la dynastie Qing : "Notre carte intérieure est instable, d'une plasticité qui rappelle ta ville palimpseste". Amélia en convenait, cette fugue onirique n'était qu'une représentation des mille et un tours de la vie littéraire, entre illusions, embûches et passages inespérés.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Nora : les mondes chtoniens</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Il y a plusieurs strates dans une bibliothèque, plusieurs lieux dans ces lieux : les rayons destinés au public, et la réserve. Il arrive même que des fonds soient accessibles à condition d'appartenir à un certain lectorat, ce qui multiplie encore les espaces de ces institutions. On distingue ainsi des mondes visibles, terrestres, et un monde fréquenté des seuls bibliothécaires. Quand j'étais étudiante, j'étais fascinée par le mystère des entrailles sous-terraines d'où remontaient les exemplaires demandés. J'imaginais les livres circulant sous nos pieds, de chariot en ascenseur. L'un des premiers mots que j'ai appris en cours de grec est l'adjectif "chtonien", relatif aux enfers dans la mythologie. Les transports en commun comme les bibliothèques comportent parfois cette dimension chtonienne. Les textes se déplacent à l'image de nombreux voyageurs, suivant des itinéraires d'un point à l'autre des édifices, mais aussi de bas en haut, de l'archive à la pensée, de l'oubli au savoir, à l'émotion, au rêve. Vers la résurrection".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>L'Enfer : Rachel</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"La bibliothèque est un monde à la fois terrestre est chtonien. Ce n'est pas pour rien que l'on qualifiait autrefois d'"Enfer" la section où étaient conservés les livres interdits. Enfer ou purgatoire, selon que l'on espérait ou non le retour en grâce des ouvrages condamnés. Que de rites fallait-il accomplir, que de gages de bonnes mœurs fallait-il donner pour accéder à ces ouvrages licencieux, obscènes, subversifs que l'on dérobait soigneusement aux regards. Que d'Achérons religieux et administratifs à traverser. Que de Cerbères à soudoyer. Si les temps ont changé, je m'interroge toujours sur ce que les bibliothèques dissimulent, dans leur apparente disponibilité. Elles me semblent fonctionner sur le double mode de l'ouverture et du secret. Étudiante, je m'installais toujours au fond des salles les moins fréquentées, flânant parmi les œuvres rarement empruntées. J'aimais cette ambiance feutrée, confidentielle, marginale. C'est ainsi que je me suis initiée à la littérature étrangère".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><strong>Retard </strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Ce message est un envoi automatique. Ne pas répondre. Merci de contacter votre bibliothèque.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Bonjour Anne-Rose F.,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">La bibliothèque Marguerite Lienard (section lettres et arts) vous rappelle que vous avez des prêts à rendre :</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Auteur :</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Titre : <em>Aspects de la poésie tchèque</em> Texte imprimé anthologie bilingue [textes choisis et présentés par] Josef Peterka [trad. par Zdeněk Hrbata, Aleš Pohorský et Barbara Mytko-Brun].</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Cote : 875(08) Asp</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Date de retour prévue : 01/12/2014</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Auteur : Christodoúlou Dímitra 1953-....</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Titre : <em>Le cyprès des travailleurs poèmes</em>, 1974-1997 Dimitra Christodoulou Tó kyparíssi tō̂n ergatikō̂n [i.e. 'ergatikō̂n] = Dī́mītra Christodoúlou trad. par Michel Volkovitch</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Cote : 877.4"19" CHR D 2</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Date de retour prévue : 01/12/2014</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Auteur : Liontákis Christóforos 1945-....</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Titre : <em>Avec la lumière</em> Texte imprimé Christophoros Liondakis trad. par Clio Mavroeidakos-Muller et Michel Volkovitch</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Cote : 876.4"19" LIO 7</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Date de retour prévue : 01/12/2014</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Auteur : Papadítsas Dimítris P 1922-1987</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Titre : <em>L'incorporelle</em> Dimìtris Papadìtsas Hī 'asṓmatī = Dīmī́trīs Papadítsas trad. par Michel Volkovitch</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Cote : 807.4"19" PAP D 7</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Date de retour prévue : 01/12/2014</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Une éducation </span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Il est de coutume de dire que les romans nous éduquent, aussi peu édifiants soient-ils parfois, comme une école alternative qui changerait brusquement notre regard, ou l'aiguiserait progressivement". Rachel marqua une pause. "Mais la poésie ? Nous éduque-t-elle encore, à la manière des épopées antiques qu'on faisait apprendre aux enfants ?". Anne-Rose répondit lentement, en plissant légèrement ses yeux clairs : "Éduquer ... à quoi ?". "À l'amour, à la révolte, à la sympathie, au pardon", tenta Rachel. "Un programme chrétien", lui suggéra son amie avec amusement, "un livre peut sans doute nous transmettre n'importe quoi, l'envie, le désespoir, le ressentiment. Pour ma part, les quelques romans que j'ai lus m'ont appris à être autonome, et à interroger les menus détails qui nous entourent comme des indices, des symptômes. Ou alors ils ne m'ont rien apporté qu'une connaissance élargie d'une profession, d'un milieu, d'un pays. Une affaire d'interprétation ou d'érudition". "Mais la poésie ?", insista Rachel. "C'est plus insidieux, je crois", avança Anne-Rose. "La plupart du temps, ça s'inffuse en nous sans crier gare, puis demeure ainsi qu'une présence fantôme, un arrière-pays aux contours incertains. Et soudain, à un moment crucial, ça revient au premier plan, avec une clarté et une netteté qu'on n'aurait pas pu soupçonner. Un vers étrangement adéquat, un rythme dans lequel doit se couler une phrase, une image dont l'un des sens nous apparaît ... La poésie est une compagne qui nous veille discrètement, et qui choisit ses heures pour se manifester. Est-ce que ça nous éduque ...", Anne-Rose s'interrompit pour réfléchir. "Je pense, oui, que ça nous forme, au sens propre comme au figuré. Ça nous compose, en quelque sorte".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><strong>Enseigner : Nora</strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Depuis quelques années, j'enseigne le français : la grammaire, l'expression, et la littérature. J'ai fait mon métier de la transmission des textes. Ma voix les accompagne, les présente, les martèle pour en marquer les esprits ; ma voix demande à d'autres voix de les porter à leur tour. J'entends ainsi les œuvres migrer, jusque dans les maladresses de ces lectures hésitantes, qui cherchent à comprendre ce qu'en même temps, elles découvrent. Il y a des questions dans les mots écorchés, les silences et les syllabes lentement prononcées. J'oublie très souvent combien cela est émouvant. L'école a ses rituels qui se transforment en routines. Bâillements, regards vitreux, nous préférerions être ailleurs, eux et moi, plutôt qu'en classe. Et puis je me rappelle les longs après-midi d'école, le manuel sur les genoux, brodant selon ma fantaisie la suite des extraits de romans, m'émerveillant des poèmes, m'efforçant de contenir mon rire face aux dialogues de théâtre. L'ennui propice à la rêverie, aux aventures clandestines, origine la plus certaine de mon amour des lettres. J'épie tous les visages, joyeux, concentrés, malicieux, blasés ; je me dis qu'une route se trace dont je n'ai pas idée. Qui ne dépend pas de moi. Nous reprenons, inlassables, le travail entamé. Peut-on savoir ce que deviennent les lectures adolescentes ?".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">L'ignorance</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Il ne fallut qu'une question. Fingal posa sa revue sur la table d'un café, puis demanda : "Vous auriez des contemporains d'expression française à me conseiller ?". Amélia fit un bref inventaire de sa bibliothèque : "Je ne crois pas en avoir lu beaucoup". Iñacio proposa quelques titres incomplets d'auteurs dont il gardait un souvenir assez vague. Rachel, plus sûre d'elle, énonça une liste assortie de commentaires qui reflétaient son enthousiasme, même si elle admettait s'intéresser plus volontiers aux œuvres traduites. Prise de court par la question, Nora resta évasive, prétendant réfléchir à ses propres suggestions. Les jours qui suivirent, sans aucunement se concerter, les membres du groupe des Cerisiers flânèrent en librairie près des rayons dédiés à cette catégorie d'auteurs. Coups d'œils furtifs entre les pages, phrases saisies à la volée, consultation des quatrièmes de couverture. Les piles de lectures en attente gagnèrent quelques centimètres de littérature francophone. Or, les amis avaient en commun des librairies de prédilection, où ils étaient susceptibles de se rencontrer par hasard. "Nora ! Mais quel plaisir de te croiser !", s'exclama Amélia, l'un de ces midis où les deux jeunes femmes profitaient de leur temps libre pour se promener. Gênée, Nora tenta de cacher le roman qu'elle avait entre les mains. "Tiens donc, toi aussi, tu t'es prise de passion pour la littérature contemporaine ?". L'ironie douce et joviale d'Amélia dissipèrent sa honte, et elle sourit à son tour avec un geste d'excuse : "Tu sais comme je redoute d'être prise en flagrant délit d'ignorance". Amélia comprenait : "La pédanterie de notre groupe est une émulation ! La crainte de ne pas savoir, aussi. Discutons plutôt du livre que tu as choisi".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le doute : Nora</span></strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Certains romans nous taillent des personnages, des costumes que l'on endosse sans trop y prendre garde, par ignorance ou habitude. Parmi les plus fréquents, on trouve la jeune fille. Celle d'une innoncence troublante, et dont le manque d'expérience favorise le dévouement. Frémissante, pure, offerte, on la reconnaît facilement. Je pouvais croire être cette jeune fille, d'autres que moi l'ont cru. À vingt ans passés, nous commencions à nous rendre compte que cet idéal nous piégeait, et que la flamme qu'il suscitait ne tenait pas de l'hommage, mais témoignait d'une obsession pour la vulnérabilité. Nous relisions avec inquiétude ces textes qui nous avaient émues, où nous nous étions obstinées à voir de sincères histoires d'amour. J'en ai voulu aux fictions de nous avoir trahies, nous les lectrices, par ces portraits. Dangereux pour les femmes, on disait bien que le roman l'était il y a quelques générations ; je pense néanmoins qu'on s'abusait sur le risque encouru. On craignait davantage les filles qu'on ne songeait à les défendre, et peut-être avons-nous souffert de cette méfiance mal placée. La littérature est susceptible de nous jeter en pâture, chair à tromper, chair à meurtrir. Nous en venons à hésiter devant les rôles qu'elles nous dessine, comme si elle avait éveillé le doute, ce regard double que le temps affûte comme une lame.</div></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Cinéma</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Anne-Rose, tu devrais écrire un poème composé de tous ces fragments de lectures que l'on parcourt, distraitement ou plus attentivement, en l'espace d'une journée", dit Rachel à son amie, un après-midi de fin d'été sous les cerisiers. "Je suis sérieuse. J'aurais bien essayé de m'y coller, mais je ne m'en sens incapable". Anne-Rose répondit entre deux légères secousses de rire gênées : "Voyons, pourquoi n'en serais-tu pas capable ? Et moi ... Comment réussirais-je, moi, mieux que toi ?". Elle plissa ses yeux un moment. "Nos lectures sont si éparses, une citation par-ci, un titre de journal par-là, quelques phrases de roman, la conclusion d'un billet de blog ... Je ne saurais pas restituer le texte décousu, sans toutefois être nécessairement incohérent, qui se tisse à partir de ces expériences aussi continues qu'éclatées". Rachel acquiesça : "Lire, pour moi, c'est essentiellement cet acte que tu décris, ce morcellement dont, malgré tout, j'ai le sentiment de me nourrir comme d'un poème formé de plusieurs matériaux, écran, papier, images, lettres d'encre et de lumière. Peut-être un film peut-il représenter ça, lui que l'on oppose si souvent à la lecture ? Ces montages, cette succession de plans, c'est affaire de cinéma".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><strong>Odeurs de livres</strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"Si j'ai renoncé aux livres électroniques, c'est en raison de leur absence d'odeur", expliqua simplement Rachel à Iñacio et Anne-Rose dans un petit parc entouré de librairies et de parfumeries. "On reconnaît une maison d'édition non seulement au format de ses pages, ses caractères de prédilection, la texture de son papier, mais également à ce que sentent son encre, ses couvertures, la colle qui relie les feuilles. Un livre est aussi un paysage olfactif". Anne-Rose hocha pensivement la tête : "Tu sais comme je partage ton point de vue, en accuentant la singularité de chaque ouvrage par l'habitude d'y placer des languettes imbibées de parfum". Iñacio, quant à lui, affirma se sentir rassuré par la légère odeur de moisissure et de poussière qu'exhalaient les romans d'occasion. "Néanmoins, il y a des notes propres aux œuvres que la lecture fait deviner, une fragrance des styles, des ambiances", finit par remarquer Anne-Rose. "La matérialité des livres contribue seulement à leur pouvoir olfactif, il n'y a pas qu'elle qui le suscite. Les mots créent cette émotion, transmise quel que soit le support. J'ai toujours prétendu manquer d'imagination, mais c'est peut-être ignorer toute l'inventivité de mon nez". "Penses-tu qu'une bibliothèque entière ait un sillage particulier, une note obsédante ?", demanda Rachel, intriguée. "Je ne sais pas, peut-être bien. La mienne sent la jacinthe, et la tienne, la rose. Celle d'Iñacio ... Le thé. Que serait Miss Marple sans le thé ?".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><strong>La fantaisie : Rachel</strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Il est un personnage auquel je m'identifie : cet ermite lettré de la poésie chinoise, ce vieillard fantasque des dynasties Song ou Yuan, contant ses caprices, sa tendresse maladroite, oisif et frivole malgré toute sa mélancolie. Car sa peine est une fleur qui s'épanouit dans l'absence, un cri dans la montagne, un reflet dans l'étang ; c'est chose fugace et légère comme le sommeil ou la joie. La littérature m'a appris cette fantaisie, papillonnant entre les pages, elle m'a rendue semblable à l'étourdi des poèmes. Si elle était une école, elle était buissonnière, un nid de sentiers où gambader, le nez au vent, insouciante. Je redoute constamment d'étouffer sous le sérieux ... Le solennel n'est pas pour moi, ni les allures sophistiquées, sœur des flâneuses, des excentriques, et des bohèmes qui s'ignorent. Ce pourquoi je suis moins une esthète qu'une vagabonde, toujours à l'aventure entre les rayons des libraires.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Un portrait en livres : Amélia</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Sur ma bibliothèque sont posées des portes vitrées où mon corps se reflète, silhouette flottant sur les rangées d'ouvrages. Or, c'est cela que raconte mon amour des livres : des tâtonnements pour former mon portrait, pièce après pièce, à cette différence que j'ignore bien des aspects de ce visage de papier qui m'est renvoyé au gré de mes trouvailles ou des cadeaux reçus. Les différentes phases de ma bibliothèque sont un puzzle dont l'image finale, recomposée, manque toujours. Il ne peut qu'être partiel, du moins tant que je serai en vie (c'est triste, une collection vendue après des funérailles, parce que rien n'exprime mieux la fixité de la mort, son caractère définitif). Le sachant, je soigne pourtant mon portrait, je le peaufine, aussi transitoire soit-il : aucune œuvre aimée ne doit en être absente, aucune œuvre délaissée y être à l'inverse présente, pour ne pas fausser le regard qu'autrui porte sur ma personne. Car c'est moi, c'est tout moi, que sont mes livres".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Prières : Nora</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"J'aimerais qu'on me rencontre par les livres, ou qu'on m'y connaisse autrement qu'à l'ordinaire. Quand j'étais plus jeune et plus sentimentale, je formulais chaque nuit le souhait qu'un garçon ouvrît tel ouvrage précisément sur tel passage, et comprît ce que je n'osais lui souffler ; la lecture m'aurait évité un aveu. Cette idée de la bibliothèque comme main tendue, invitation, et enfin révélation ne m'a pas tout à fait quittée : je compte sur la puissance des messages détournés, moi qui suis au fond une personne très timide. Fingal l'a compris, le jour où j'ai lu à voix haute un extrait qui, à mes yeux, était un chant ou une prière adressés à lui seul. Fingal aussi se découvre dans les livres".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Histoires de familles : Rachel</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Mes parents viennent d'un milieu rural modeste, voire pauvre dans le cas de ma mère. Ils ont accédé à la classe moyenne grâce à l'école, en choisissant des voies qui leur permettraient d'exercer très vite un métier stable, utile, rentable. Je suis issue de la première génération à n'avoir pas connu le manque d'argent, les restrictions, les lendemains incertains. Cela signifiait que je pouvais étudier sans me soucier de gagner ma vie à la sortie du lycée. Aller à l'université, à la bibliothèque, au musée ... Lire est un luxe, me répétait-on souvent lorsque j'étais enfant ; du reste, les livres coûtent cher, même quand on a la possibilité d'en emprunter régulièrement. Ce sont des signes d'embourgeoisement, mais encore faut-il les choisir, les réunir, les classer. Pour cela, on doit recevoir l'éducation adéquate. Cette tâche m'a été en quelque sorte échue : édifier la bibliothèque de ma famille fraîchement enrichie, lui donner ses lettres de noblesse intellectuelle. Jamais je n'ai eu l'impression que cet acte allait de soi. Les bibliothèques racontent des histoires de frustrations, d'aspirations, d'ascensions et de déchéances. On peut y déceler tout ce que des générations nous ont légué de rêves et de déceptions. Si le plaisir de la lecture m'appartient, ma collection d'ouvrages, elle, représente aussi mes parents, et les nombreuses petites gens qui les ont précédés".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Donner à lire</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Je donne des livres à lire, ainsi qu'on l'exige d'une enseignante de lettres. J'établis des listes, crée des cours, fixe des attentes. Mais je ne sais pas ce que je donne : un texte ? La possibilité d'une entente, d'une émotion partagée ? Ou une règle de jeu contraignante ?". Les yeux baissés de Nora suivaient les cercles inscrits dans le bois noueux de son bureau, tandis que Fingal s'éveillait d'une longue sieste au milieu d'ouvrages épars. Un sac jonchait le sol, débordant de papiers. Une journée de travail venait de s'achever. La jeune femme reprit : "J'ignore ce que contient le mot "lire". Peut-être est-il source de malentendu. Comment les élèves s'y prennent-ils ? Par quels voies traversent-ils les pages, quels chemins dérobés ?". Son ami écoutait silencieusement à ses côtés. "Je ne peux pas deviner comment mon don sera reçu. Il ne vise aucun effet précis, n'espère aucun retour. Il n'aura pas de réciproque, puisque même en cas d'œuvres échangées, la singularité des lectures empêche toute symétrie. En revanche, il s'expose à de nombreux rejets". Fingal acquiesça : "Malheureusement, tes élèves doivent assimiler le don à une simple demande de fournir un devoir scolaire. Ce qu'ils sont susceptibles de rejeter, c'est justement le système où s'inscrit une obligation, les valeurs qui le sous-tendent, les figures qui le représentent". "Je suis d'accord avec toi. La situation est délicate, chargée d'incompréhension, de tensions implicites. Si l'on ne sait ce qu'on offre, on ne sait pas plus ce qui est refusé", soupira Nora, avant de se redresser légèrement sur sa chaise, les mains posées sur son bureau. "Il y a néanmoins une beauté dans ce geste. C'est comme ouvrir une fenêtre à quelqu'un, et le laisser regarder à sa guise, accueillir ou non les rumeurs qui viennent d'ailleurs, de près, de loin, et peu importe quoi, le vent, les voix, les rires. Toi, pendant ce temps, tu as quitté la pièce. Tu n'en sauras jamais rien".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Échanges</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">C'était l'un de ces samedis soirs où Amélia recevait Anne-Rose chez elle, un soir de pluie et de vent : "Il fait trop froid, tu ne peux pas rentrer seule". Il y avait toujours eu entre elles une amitié amoureuse, une admiration teintée d'une séduction plus ambigüe, et dont elles s'amusaient sans gêne. Amélia glissait ses doigts dans les cheveux d'Anne-Rose, qui plissait ses yeux clairs, le regard dans le vague. Aucun aveu ne franchissait leurs lèvres : c'étaient des gestes et des sourires câlins, des échanges de livres. Elles s'étaient longtemps imaginé vivre dans l'ombre l'une de l'autre, Anne-Rose effacée devant le savoir d'Amélia, et Amélia intimidée par la sagacité d'Anne-Rose. "Je ne pourrais prêter les œuvres qui me sont chères à personne, si ce n'est toi", déclara tranquillement Anne-Rose. "Elles me sont des repères. Je trouve douloureux de les voir temporairement disparaître. J'ai besoin de m'en savoir entourée. Mais si elles sont entre tes mains, ça ne me dérange pas, parce que tu ...", un rire léger suspendit ses paroles, "tu es si peu distincte de moi, tout en étant si différente. Le sais-tu ?". Amélia hocha la tête et murmura : "Deux sœurs ne seraient pas plus proches".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Emprunter : Nora</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">"Elle fabriquait des nostalgies comme d'autres craquent des allumettes pour assembler, une fois les flammes éteintes, les bouts de bois en maisons miniatures. Autour d'elle, tout était petit, de la vaisselle aux meubles, une boutique de porcelaine pour abriter son corps frêle. Il ne faisait pas grand jour non plus. Elle redoutait qu'aux gaietés tranquilles succèdent les joies puissantes. Qui sait si ce vent violent n'aurait emporté son univers de conte ? Quand le soleil rouge débordait par la fenêtre, elle fermait les persiennes, murmurant pour elle-même : "Plutôt le calme, plutôt l'ombre ...". La dernière fois qu'elle m'a reçue, elle craignait pour sa santé, ne sortait plus, buvait beaucoup de thé. C'était une enseignante de lettres fraîchement retraitée qui affirmait ne plus voyager que par les livres : de hautes bibliothèques sommairement adossées aux murs pouvaient en attester ; c'était du reste le seul élément imposant que contenait son logement. Elle ne s'enquérait pas de mon état, mais elle me prêtait quelquefois des ouvrages parsemés de fleurs séchées, ce que je tenais pour une marque d'égard. L'une de mes amies m'a rapporté l'avoir croisée récemment : "Que devient Nora ?", aurait-elle demandé, "Lit-elle encore beaucoup ?". J'aimerais lui écrire, et me sens coupable de ne pas y parvenir. La honte de ne pas lui avoir rendu ses livres m'en empêche toujours".</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Poème d'Anne-Rose</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'ai gardé ce livre-là</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que tu m'avais prêté, toi</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui t'en es allé depuis.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je ne l'ai jamais lu.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Il demeure</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">sur une étagère, intact.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Si l'on y songe,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">c'est plein de fantômes,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">une bibliothèque :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ceux de nos moi passés,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ceux d'inconnus,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ceux des amis perdus.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Vendre : Iñacio</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Il y a un local où l'on peut vendre ses livres ; et je m'y suis rendu, plusieurs fois, je l'avoue. Des manuels à moitié lus, des romans abandonnés, des revues un peu datées, ces ouvrages récupérés dans des déménagements ou des brocantes, et puis cette œuvre qu'une personne brièvement connue m'avait offerte. Sur la première page originellement nue, on pouvait lire un mot manuscrit. Son propos, je ne m'en souviens plus très bien, ni son aspect. La revendeuse un peu gênée, bien qu'elle eût déjà vécu ce type de situation, a pointé la dédicace du doigt :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_On n'accepte pas ça, est-ce que je l'arrache ? Ou je vous rends l'article ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">_ Retirez la page.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Une légère rougeur m'est montée aux joues, rien qu'une vague honte à exposer ainsi ma cruauté, mon manque d'attachement pour ces démonstrations d'amour, comme si c'était une faute. Je ne conserve pas, j'évide, afin de n'être pas retenu, empêché par le passé. On dit communément qu'il faut savoir tourner des pages : moi je les vends ou les arrache. Mes livres ne sont ni des traces sentimentales, ni des preuves, ni des témoins, leur aspect matériel ayant pour moi peu d'importance, à l'exception de certains d'entre eux qui sont une citadelle, le refuge de l'enfance".</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Enquête : Amélia</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Des cartes, anciennes, numériques, des cartes étatiques, urbaines, ferroviaires, des cartes non pour concervoir des organisations spatiales, mais pour traverser le temps. Je suis revenue sur les pas de ma famille. Leur voyage de retour, c'est moi qui l'ai accompli, dépositaire pour ainsi dire de leur propre nostalgie. J'avais dans mon sac des outils géographiques, des questionnaires, des statistiques ; j'étudiais mes frontières, et celles de mes aïeules. Poreuses, elles se déplaçaient sans cesse, et ce avant même que je m'en fusse aperçue : j'avais été formée d'un écheveau de routes. Je taillais mes crayons, affûtais mes stratagèmes, consultais les documents. Peu à peu s'est constituée la grande bibliothèque de mes recherches (articles, listes, coupons, en plus des manuels universitaires), archives que des Petits Poucets, à leur insu, m'avait laissées. Ai-je fait cela pour moi ? J'ai enterré les miennes à l'aide de livres, j'ai composé un <i>kaddish</i>, disparate et secret ; qui aurait cru qu'un stage pût fournir le prétexte à une telle entreprise ? Coïncidence ou non, c'est d'ailleurs durant ce voyage que je me suis mise à écrire, comme si une voix nous avait en quelque sorte été rendue. Ai-je fait cela pour moi ? Quand je repense à ces années, je me revois errant de lieu en lieu, tout à la fois déterminée, hagarde, et seule, à dialoguer avec les mortes".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Métamorphoses : Rachel</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"La traduction est une métamorphose d'un texte, d'une langue à l'autre, d'un corps à l'autre (je murmure et je chante mes brouillons, j'y mets mon souffle et mon élocution), mais aussi la mise au jour une bibliothèque portative, celle des lectures inscrites en soi, mêlées, indissociables. Amélia me disait dernièrement qu'en traduisant le "Sonnet en guise de rose" de Jan Skácel sur des voleurs de roses publiques, et "l'aucune fleur" des bouquets, elle avait laissé des souvenirs d'Éluard, Pasolini, Rilke et Mallarmé affleurer à sa conscience, guidant ses propres vers. Rythmes, images, impressions, elle ne pouvait empêcher l'apposition à sa pensée de leur tamis, de leurs contraintes, de leurs tournures. Ainsi ne s'était-elle pas contenté de relever ces références : elle les avait intégrées comme par alchimie, les avait fait opérer ensemble, apprentie sorcière tenant son pouvoir de ces ingrédients disparates qu'elle emporte dans sa besace. Et je le ressens également, cet échange et cette confusion de voix qui nous ôtent tout sentiment de solitude face à l'œuvre étrangère. De fait, nous sommes plusieurs, et nous l'avons toujours été, sans même nous en apercevoir".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Résister</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Anne-Rose avait une angoisse qu'elle n'osait confier par superstition, car elle craignait que la parole ne précipitât le destin. Cette angoisse inavouée, c'était que sa bibliothèque brûlât. Elle imaginait avec terreur les livres patiemment accumulés s'envolant en fumée, les pages aimées tombant en cendres. Malgré le carnet où elle consignait ses achats, il lui serait impossible de reconstituer sa collection, compte tenu de la rareté de certains ouvrages. Fingal, qui devinait ses pensées, lui raconta que ses grands-parents, dans un pays en guerre, avaient créé une association d'artistes après la destruction d'une partie de la ville et de ses bibliothèques. Ils avaient bravé le dénuement, les divisions politiques, la peur des répressions, pour reconstituer un fond. Dans leur boutique exigüe, les livres pouvaient se vendre, se consulter ou s'emprunter. La pièce était mal isolée, et seul un petit poêle la chauffait durant les rudes hivers. Des étudiants, des écrivains, des professeurs, des passionnés venaient apporter du bois, du charbon, et déposer les quelques œuvres et revues qui leur restaient. Bien vite, la boutique devint un salon où l'on se réunissait pour lire, débattre, ou simplement sympathiser. Les libraires s'y relayaient jour après jour. Ceux ayant perdu leur travail dépendaient d'ailleurs de l'association pour survivre, et s'y consacraient corps et âme. Quand le régime décida de fermer la boutique, jugeant ces rassemblement quotidiens suspects, les membres se hâtèrent de mettre les livres à l'abri chez les uns et chez les autres. Ainsi se mit en place un réseau de lecteurs clandestins. Anne-Rose demanda dans quel dessein Fingal lui rapportait cela : "Si ta bibliothèque disparaît, nous serons là pour t'aider à la compléter. Les mordus de lettres ne sont pas isolés, ils font partie d'une communauté, même en temps de crise". Anne-Rose songea aux femmes et aux hommes qui avaient pris le risque de sauver ces livres : "Notre activité à nous n'est pas aussi urgente". "Certes", répondit Fingal, "mais qui te dit qu'à notre façon, nous ne résistons pas ?".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Dissidence</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>Quand il est revenu de camp,</div><div>l'écrivain dissident</div><div>ne savait plus lire.</div><div><br /></div><div>Les mots se dissolvaient</div><div>dans une marée</div><div>où flottaient les coquilles</div><div>de la ponctuation ;</div><div><br /></div><div>la carcasse des heures</div><div>sous la lumière tamisée</div><div>d'une bibliothèque scolaire.</div><div><br /></div><div>Un jour d'été, les yeux</div><div>rivés sur le papier noirci.</div><div><br /></div><div>La première phrase.</div><div>Le premier délice, arraché</div><div>au jardin des joies paisibles.</div><div><br /></div><div>Les phrases sur leur lignes,</div><div>en rangs serrés, bien sages.</div><div><br /></div><div>Devenues si fragiles</div><div>que la terreur, et la faim</div><div>les avaient dévorées</div><div>comme de l'intérieur.</div><div><br /></div><div>Devenues si sauvages.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Conversation IX</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Quand je songe à notre groupe, les mots des marges et de la vie souterraine me viennent à l'esprit : trafic, occulte, junkie", dit Anne-Rose d'un air amusé, auquel Fingal répond : "Tu crois que nous sommes impliqués dans des échanges interlopes ? La littérature est encore licite". "Pourquoi paraissait-elle si dangereuse aux jeunes filles d'autrefois ?", rétorque Nora du même ton joueur. "On peut être totalement dépendante de la substance livresque qui, comme chacune le sait, corrompt". Anne-Rose esquisse un sourire, puis ajoute : "Plus sérieusement, j'ai l'impression d'un décalage ... Comment exprimer ça ? Nous ne sommes pas hors du monde, bien sûr, nous y sommes engagés à un autre degré. Pas mieux, mais différemment. Et cette différence est ... Elle n'est pas ... Enfin, il n'y a que nous pour la reconnaître. Elle passe inaperçue, silencieuse, secrète. Sans doute cela nous protège-t-il, d'ailleurs. Je me sens si souvent heurtée par les choses". "Les livres génèrent néanmoins un commerce et des critiques ; ils sont mis à l'honneur par des institutions". "En faisons-nous partie ?", demande Anne-Rose. "Nous parlons le langage clandestin des passions, dans ce petit cocon que nous avons formé. Il n'y a que les toqués et les amants pour le comprendre autant que nous".</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le monstre</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Un matin de vacances, après une nuit à discuter, Amélia regardait les tas de livres éparpillés chez Rachel : "Tu as lu <i>Compagnie</i> de Beckett ?". Rachel saisit son exemplaire avec un sourire attristé : "Oui, je l'ai découvert dans une période de deuil. Je l'ai douloureusement aimé comme tout ce qui nous émeut dans ces moments-là, de façon impromptue, par accident. Ce n'était pas mon genre de livre, si tant est que j'aie un genre de livre. Disons que je n'avais pas de curiosité pour cet auteur, dont le style me tenait à distance". Elle feuilleta quelques pages qui semblaient encore intactes, n'ayant été relues depuis. "Cristina Campo parle de ces rencontres inattendues dans <i>Sotto falso nome</i>. Je t'avais envoyé ce passage, tu t'en souviens peut-être. Dans les temps étranges, on est parfois avide d'œuvres inhabituelles, auxquelles on pose des questions inédites. Est-ce qu'elles y répondent ? Je ne sais pas. Mais elles comptent parmi les voix singulières et persistantes qui nous ont appelées à un instant donné". Amélia effleura tendrement son épaule. "Je comprends. Dans mon anthologie personnelle, on trouve aussi ces perles difformes, ces monstres ...". "Des monstres", répéta Rachel. Elle se mordit la lèvre, puis son visage reprit cet air jovial et serein qui lui était familier. Elle plaça <i>Compagnie</i> en haut de la pile désordonnée dont elle l'avait extrait. "Ces livres restent à part ; ce qu'ils nous signifient sera toujours à part".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Une performance</b> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>Iñacio cherchait sur son portable quelle photo le représenter sur l'application de rencontres où il s'était inscrit. "Aucune ne donne envie de me parler", soupira-t-il en reposant bruyamment le téléphone sur sa table de chevet. "Tu fais si peur que ça ?", plaisanta Rachel. "J'ai l'air mal dégrossi". "Pourquoi ne poserais-tu pas devant des livres ?", suggéra Nora. Iñacio ouvrit des yeux incrédules : "Des livres ? Sur une appli de rencontres ? Mais c'est ridicule !". Ses amies lui firent remarquer que des usagers du site se mettaient en scène à côté de leur bibliothèque, le plus souvent volumineuse, comme si la taille de celle-ci constituait une performance. "Je ne veux pas être vulgaire, mais la taille compte", commenta Rachel. "Mouais, ne me dites pas ce que vous avez derrière la tête". Nora balaya l'appartement du regard : "Tu ne possèdes que des polars défraîchis. Je propose qu'on prenne la photo chez moi ! Lunetté, en costard, façon Karl Lagerfeld devant sa propre bibliothèque. J'ai de très beaux ouvrages". Ce projet n'eut pour réponse que l'air renfrogné d'Iñacio. Rachel reprit : "Je ne vois pas pourquoi ça te contrarie". "Je ne veux pas me vendre, ou du moins, pas d'une manière qui implique ce que j'aime". "Pourtant, tu ne sembles pas accorder de valeur sentimentale aux livres, d'ordinaire", fit observer Nora. "Les œuvres circulent sur les marchés, de main en main, sur les écrans ... Elles circulent dans une économie marchande. Mais pas seulement. L'iconographie de la bibliothèque est fort ancienne ; on peut songer à Saint Jérôme entouré de ses livres, profanes ou religieux. Montrer un ouvrage n'est pas le désacraliser, et cela même qui contient les icônes peut devenir icône ... Enfin, je m'égare". Iñacio, qui n'avait pas suivi l'exposé de son amie dans son entier, but quelques gorgées de bière, puis avoua : "J'ai peur des attentes que ça pourrait créer ... Car je ne suis au fond qu'un lecteur inattentif, un lecteur négligent ...". Il baissa doucement la voix : "Et j'ai peur que les œuvres me trahissent, qu'elles en disent trop sur moi. J'apprécie par dessus tout l'anonymat ... C'est sûrement bête, mais j'ai ce sentiment bizarre ... Les noms des livres me nomment aussi ...".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Alexandries : Amélia</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>"Cela fait des siècles que la bibliothèque d'Alexandrie n'existe plus. Seule sa légende subsiste. </div><div><br /></div><div>La légende, d'habitude, précède l'écrit de plusieurs décennies ou siècles, et elle vient le hanter, voire infléchir son rythme, son souffle, sa geste. Des ouvrages dont ne reste que la rumeur, c'est le monde à l'envers. Il en résulte une nostalgie particulière, une nostalgie toute livresque, le lieu manquant étant celui de la lettre. </div><div><br /></div><div>La bibliothèque est née d'un songe visionnaire : on raconte que dans son sommeil, l'empereur Alexandre a entendu un vieil homme lui réciter des vers de l'<i>Odyssée</i>. Ils chantaient l'île de Pharos, où a ensuite été fondée la septième merveille antique, sa conception étant de ce fait étroitement liée à la parole poétique. Elle répondait au dessein de Ptolémée, successeur d'Alexandre en Égypte, de réunir les œuvres de l'époque, quelles que fussent leur langue et leur discipline, à l'usage des savants. Forteresse destinée à la collection, elle n'était néanmoins pas un simple espace d'archive, mais aussi de transmission, grâce à ses traducteurs notamment. Ceux qui avaient la chance d'y entrer circulaient dans les rayons : là-bas, aucune table, aucune chaise, comme si les textes étaient voués au mouvement. Ainsi s'ouvraient les routes du savoir. Ce sont quelques éléments de la légende alexandrine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Où est passé ce lieu ? Qu'a-t-on fait de ses livres ? Dans l'antiquité, Alexandre a bâti plus d'une ville à son nom. De même pouvons-nous émettre l'hypothèse que nous édifions, à notre tour, nos petites Alexandries, certes plus modestement (mais nos connaissances cumulées sont telles que nous devons aujourd'hui nous contenter d'être modestes). Nous rassemblons des savoirs, des récits, des poèmes, pour recréer un univers. Patient travail de rapprochement, qui accompagne et favorise le développement d'un esprit ; architecture de textes nomades. Peut-être l'amour des livres se conçoit-il difficilement sans cette ambition inavouée de refonder un centre où des chemins convergent, un abri pour le divers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Une bibliothèque propose un cosmos, le dessine, lui donne vie. Et toute bibliothèque dispersée rejoue la perte d'une Alexandrie rêvée".</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Conversation X</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Et si nous vivions ensemble ? Si nous fondions une communauté ?", proposa Rachel un matin, après une longue nuit de lectures et de fête. "Nora serait notre enseignante, Amélia notre bibliothécaire, Anne-Rose notre poétesse nationale. Je serais traductrice. Les garçons s'occuperaient des tâches ménagères". "Ton utopie consiste à réduire les hommes en esclavage pendant que les dames tiennent salon, si j'ai bien compris", protesta Fingal en affectant un air bougon. Nora éclata de rire : "Profites-en dès maintenant pour t'entraîner à la vaisselle, mon chou". "À l'inverse, supporterions-nous de vivre éloignés ?", chuchota la voix rêveuse d'Anne-Rose. "Je ne pourrais habiter dans un autre pays que le vôtre, et je songe parfois à la grande bibliothèque qui naîtrait de la mise en commun de nos ouvrages". Amélia échangea un bref regard avec son amie : "On ne se séparera pas. Mais ici, tout est trop petit. Il nous faut une maison ailleurs". "Si nous déménagions tous ?", lança joyeusement Rachel. "Vu le temps que vous passez chaque jour à papoter par internet et autres sms, qu'est-ce qu'une communauté matérielle changerait ?". "Fingal, tu te moques de nous, mais je suis sûre que tu es emballé". Rachel déplia une carte d'Europe : "Il ne nous reste plus qu'à choisir un lieu".</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Séances de lectures</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">En attendant de fonder leur communauté, les membres du Groupe des Cerisiers continuaient de s'inviter les samedis après-midis pour des "séances de lectures", qu'Iñacio clôturait par des tirages de tarot. Anne-Rose picorait des poèmes de recueil en recueil, son œil clair scrutant les pages à l'instar de celui qu'on prête aux pies en quête de trésors. Amélia lisait des romans près des fenêtres ouvertes, ou bien tournait son visage vers le ciel, les paupières fermées par jour de beau temps ("Je suis un véritable tournesol", affirmait-elle souvent, "un seul rayon est capable de m'arrêter en pleine rue"). Nora restait très concentrée sur ses ouvrages, les commentant brusquement entre deux soupirs : "Ah, quelle œuvre ! Mais je préfère les chapitres moins noirs", à quoi Amélia répondait, les yeux mi-clos : "Moi non plus, je n'aime pas le cynisme". Fingal finissait par déclamer les passages de son choix, prenant plaisir à les entendre après les avoir lus. Iñacio battait ses cartes en inventant des prédictions. Il leur arrivait, par moments, de s'endormir. Après quoi, l'heure du tarot les plongeait dans d'intenses spéculations, non tant parce qu'ils y croyaient, que par désir de prolonger cette soirée en écrivant leur propre histoire : "La Tour annonce notre déménagement, ça me semble très clair", "L'impératrice nous met en garde contre une tendance au désordre". Ils s'en allaient la tête remplie de récits à venir.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Conversation XI</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"J'ai une imagination trop grande pour moi, comme un habit large dans lequel le corps flotte, et qu'on essaie d'ajuster", confia Rachel un après-midi. "Est-ce à cause des livres ?", lui demanda Nora. "Non. Je suis née ainsi, je crois. Lire a en réalité discipliné mon imagination, lui a fait prendre formes et couleurs". Fingal reconnut qu'il en allait de même pour lui, ce qui accentua la perplexité de Nora : "Vous voulez dire que vous finissez par discerner des images dans une matière brute, un fond latent que l'art vient modeler ?". "C'est exactement ça", confirma Rachel, secondée par les hochements de tête de Fingal. "Mais comment est-ce possible ?". "Il y a une grande réserve de rêves en nous. Les livres les font émerger de l'ombre".</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Les choix </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Je dois faire ma valise pour le séjour chez ma cousine ... Dilemmes en perspective", confia Rachel dans un soupir. "Tu ne sais pas quelles affaires prendre ?", demanda Iñacio. "Oh si. Ça, ça va vite. Un short, une robe, des chaussettes, des culottes, de quoi se laver, et hop ! Pas besoin de réfléchir. Non, ce que j'appréhende, c'est de ne pas savoir quels livres emporter ... À chaque voyage, je me charge de kilos de livres, pour n'avoir pu faire un choix. Il y en a trop qui me tentent, et qui attendent sur les piles". Amélia lui glissa : "Tu sais, ça m'arrive au quotidien en quittant mon appartement, parfois même pour d'aussi brèves sorties que des courses, des passages à la laverie ... C'est pour ça que je picore tant d'œuvres sans les achever : une page un après-midi, un bout d'essai une matinée ... Sitôt qu'une décision est prise, je pense aux livres délaissés, que j'aurais aimé découvrir. La curiosité, ou le scrupule, me rendent inconstante. Voilà comment on en vient à être une lectrice par sauts de puce". "La curiosité, le scrupule, et ceci d'étrange que ma bibliothèque me manque très vite. La possibilité de saisir un texte au hasard. L'abondance et la disponibilité de la collection. Non, nous ne sommes pas inconstantes, mais au contraire fidèles ... Nous ne concevons plus les œuvres de façon isolée : nous sommes attachées à l'ensemble du monde que nous avons construit. Emporter un livre ou deux, c'est aussi se souvenir de l'absence de tout le reste".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><strong>Conversation XII</strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">"J'ai cru chercher le livre qui se suffirait à lui-même, le livre définitif, parachevant toutes mes lectures. Comme si chaque ouvrage devait m'y préparer, constituer une étape vers cette œuvre ultime". Nora marqua une pause devant l'expression intriguée de ses amies. "J'imagine que tu ne l'as pas trouvé ?", demanda Rachel, qui désirait connaître le fin mot de l'histoire, mais s'attendait à une déception. "Je l'ai trouvé. Une première fois dans <em>Les Vagues</em> de Virginia Wolf, puis une deuxième fois, une troisième ... Dans d'autres livres très aimés. À chaque lecture, la certitude de suspendre la quête, de voir fixé avec netteté que je n'avais cessé de pourchasser à travers les lignes. Je ne me suis trompée que sur un point : cette expérience n'est pas unique". "Le livre ultime est pluriel, admit Rachel, ou bien l'on pourrait dire qu'il comporte plusieurs chapitres". "Une bibliothèque et toutes ses révélations est une œuvre ultime", murmura rêveusement Anne-Rose.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Paléontologie</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Fingal soupirait de désespoir en inspectant les amoncellement de livres qui avaient grignoté l'espace de son appartement. "Bon alors, tu le trouves, ce roman ?", lui demanda Nora en feignant l'impatience, amusée du manque d'organisation de son amoureux. "Tout s'est accumulé ! C'est un cauchemar", grommela Fingal. "Bientôt, je vais devoir chercher les œuvres comme on part en fouilles !". "Il est vrai que tes lectures se sédimentent et forment des sortes de couches géologiques. Impressionnant. Sur les piles les plus basses, je ne serais pas surprise d'exhumer un os de tricératops". Fingal était exaspéré : "Tu pourrais m'aider au lieu de rigoler".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>La ruche</b> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"J'ai une bibliothèque-ruche : je suis la reine et les livres sont les abeilles", déclara joyeusement Nora. "J'ai une bibliothèque-ruche, la reine se cache quelque part, et je fais partie des abeilles", reprit Rachel. Ce à quoi Fingal rétorqua : "Je suis une bibliothèque-ruche : il n'y a pas de reine, et nous avons décidé de fonder une communauté anarchiste avec les autres abeilles".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Vivre ensemble</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Un matin, Anne-Rose se retrouva célibataire. Tout s'était passé silencieusement, à pas feutrés. Dans sa bibliothèque, elle tria les livres qui lui appartenaient, et ceux qu'elle devait aux relations diverses, actuelles ou anciennes, qu'elle avait nouées, dans l'idée de les rendre. Elle s'aperçut assez vite que la plupart lui avaient été offerts ou prêtés par Amélia, son amie de longue date. Elle les abandonnait parfois sur la table basse de son salon, accompagnés de petits mots. "Tu n'aurais pas accepté ce cadeau, mais je voulais absolument qu'il soit à toi. Donne m'en des nouvelles", pouvait-on lire par exemple sur la page de garde d'un recueil de Tsvetaïeva. Amélia, subrepticement, l'avait enveloppée de sa présence : des photos, des ouvrages, des objets rapportés de l'étranger, et des centaines de messages manuscrits ou virtuels. Peut-on vivre ensemble sans même le deviner ? Anne-Rose sourit, puis éclata de rire, toute seule parmi ses livres. Elles s'étaient dit un jour que, plus vieilles, veuves et ridées, elles s'uniraient. La vieillesse survint plus tôt que prévu. Elle et Amélia décidèrent d'entreprendre un long voyage, après quoi elles s'installèrent dans une chambre en bord de mer.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">S'abriter</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le départ d'Amélia et Anne-Rose suscita joie et remous au sein du Groupe des Cerisiers. Elles en étaient pour ainsi dire les nœuds, chacune à leur manière, Amélia par ses initiatives, et Anne-Rose parce qu'elle était une confidente de choix, discrète, intuitive. Le groupe perdait son centre de gravité, et les liens qui le maintenaient si subtilement uni. "C'était inévitable, vu leur complicité", reconnut Rachel. Elle crut opportun de rappeler son projet utopique à la mémoire de ses amis : "Il ne nous reste qu'à les rejoindre pour fonder notre communauté". "Mais tu n'en démords pas !", s'exclama Fingal. "Jamais. Je suis du genre obstiné". Nora lui répondit après réflexion : "Ça me semble de moins en moins insensé. Si nous étions riches, nous partagerions d'abord une résidence secondaire, puis nous aviserions". Les actualités qui secouaient le pays, inquiétantes, instables, renforçaient plus encore ce besoin d'un abri.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Conversations téléphoniques</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Nora était très anxieuse à l'idée de téléphoner, redoutant les silences et les malentendus sans l'appui précieux des gestes, des expressions et des regards. Mais quand Anne-Rose et Amélia quittèrent la ville, elle les appela souvent, discutant avec l'une, avec l'autre, ou avec les deux amies réunies autour du haut-parleur. Nora évoquait sa fatigue, sa difficulté à rester concentrée, ce pourquoi toute lecture lui coûtait des efforts : "Je songe à vous et à Rachel pour qui ça semble léger ... Un acquiescement facile, ou bien une grâce ... Alors que j'ai l'impression de nager à contre-courant. Je me rappelle mon adolescence, quand j'ai délaissé les bouquins jeunesse en faveur de classiques plutôt destinés aux adultes. C'était comme perdre un pouvoir d'ubiquité pour se retrouver sur une route accidentée, où il fallait avancer lentement. Les mots, la syntaxe, ça se dérobait sous mes pieds. Je ne pensais pas revivre ça de nouveau". Elle concluait avec un humour teinté de regret : "Me voilà revenue au même point que mes élèves, qui décrivent une résistance similaire". Son entrée dans la vie active l'avait rendue moins disponible et plus distraite. Amélia répondait qu'elle avait pris le parti de survoler les textes, les effleurant seulement sans s'y apesantir. "Mais tu ne te sens pas frustrée ? Moi j'ai l'impression de manquer tellement de détails". "Et alors, rien ne t'empêche de revenir folâtrer dans les passages que tu n'as pas assez explorés". "Je n'ai pas cette insouciance", admettait Nora. "Je suis bêtement engoncée dans un esprit de sérieux. L'enfance est un don qui ne m'a pas été accordé". Au demeurant, elle se doutait que son angoisse à téléphoner découlait d'un même désir de ne rien laisser échapper : "J'ai besoin de clarté, de cette lumière scrutatrice qui balaie chaque recoin ... Je n'arrive pas à accepter d'être en incapacité de savoir ... Démunie face à quelque chose que je ne pourrais pas cerner". Amélia concluait : "Aussi étrange que ça puisse paraître, il est difficile de s'abandonner. Peut-être que ça s'apprend, encore et encore. Peut-être que c'est un art qu'on ne maîtrise jamais vraiment".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Curiosités : Amélia</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Parfois j'ai peur que mes refuges deviennent des pièges. Je ne peux pas élire un lieu unique où trouver protection. Je redoute trop ma tendance à l'enfermement dans un univers clos, répétitif, rigide, si bien que je veille à me rester infidèle : je flâne d'amusement en passion, multipliant les savoirs hétéroclites. Ma bibliothèque possède des portes dérobées par lesquelles je m'échappe. Il en va de ma curiosité comme d'une hygiène intellectuelle".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Changer de vie</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>"Un jour, je te jure, je change de vie : je me rase les cheveux, je me mets au vert, je pars élever des chèvres, je me débarrasse de mes livres pour en acheter de nouveaux". Nora était excédée par des ennuis dans son lycée. "Ce que tu dis est presque crédible, sauf cette histoire de bibliothèque", répliqua Fingal d'un air goguenard. "Vraiment, pour être une autre femme, il faut que je recommence tout à zéro. J'irai en librairie trouver des ouvrages sur les animaux, le jardinage, les fleurs ...". "Mais tu serais capable de faire mourir un cactus !". La jeune femme se laissa tomber dans un fauteuil. "Je me sens piégée dans ma vie. Même mes livres me pèsent, parce qu'ils matérialisent ce que je suis devenue. Mon métier, ma sensibilité, mes relations, je leur dois beaucoup ; et justement, à part mes amitiés, plus rien ne me convient". Fingal lui tapota l'épaule pour la consoler : "Tu as peut-être simplement besoin de repos ?". Nora soupira : "J'aimerais parfois que l'utopie de Rachel ne soit pas seulement un rêve".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Retard II</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>Bonjour Rachel W.,</div><div><br /></div><div>Les bibliothèques de l'Université - Fabienne Raymond vous rappellent que vous avez des documents en prêt à rendre :</div><div><br /></div><div>Auteur : Dangarembga Tsitsi 1960-....</div><div>Titre : <i>Nervous conditions</i> Texte imprimé Tsitsi Dangarembga</div><div>Cote : 840(6)"19" DAN T 7</div><div>Date de retour prévue : 04/06/2019</div><div>Bibliothèque de retour : Lettres et Arts</div><div><br /></div><div>Auteur : Krog Antjie 1952-....</div><div>Titre : <i>Ni pillard, ni fuyard</i> Texte imprimé poèmes, 1969-2003 Antjie Krog choisis et trad. de l'afrikaans par Georges-Marie Lory</div><div>Cote : 876"19" KRO 2</div><div>Date de retour prévue : 04/06/2019</div><div>Bibliothèque de retour : Lettres et Arts</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Conquête : Anne-Rose</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"La lecture des romans provoque chez moi un désir de lutte. Les poèmes et les nouvelles offrent des traversées, des passages, qui me donnent parfois envie de m'y arrêter et de les posséder, grâce notamment à l'apprentissage par cœur, mais rien qui s'apparente à ce combat contre la densité des pages, le temps qui s'étire, les pièges de l'intrigue, comme si le livre lui-même était une terre de défis. Je finis un chapitre et je plante un drapeau. Je n'ai pas abandonné. La vaste contrée du récit ne me résiste pas. Toute progression est une invasion. Quand le roman est entièrement annexé par l'imagination, je me retourne sur cette conquête, les richesses qu'elle n'a pu saisir, la tristesse de ce qu'elle a dénudé, et la frustration aussi que la fiction demeure close, qu'il faille, après avoir empoigné l'œuvre, en prendre congé avec le sentiment qu'il ne reste rien à voir. Jusqu'à la prochaine lecture, dans les cas les plus rares. Les romans engendrent cette violence. C'est pour cela que je n'en lis pas beaucoup".</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><strong>Boîte à livres </strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Dans la ville, s'étaient multipliées les boîtes à livres, souvent remplies de vieux journaux, de dictionnaires, ou de manuels scolaires. Rachel et Iñacio y laissaient des romans. L'après-midi, ils lisaient au soleil dans le jardin suspendu qui faisait face au fleuve, et si le soir venant ils l'avaient terminé, ils déposaient l'ouvrage sur l'une des étagères plastifiées qui se trouvaient devant la grille. Rachel se souvenait en particulier d'une histoire d'amour et d'exil, une tragédie. Le vent soufflait fort pour un début d'avril, et elle dit à Iñacio qu'il manquait l'odeur de la mer, celle décrite dans le livre. Qu'elle ne s'identifiait aux personnages que de manière charnelle, par la force des sensations, jamais par le destin. Iñacio répondit qu'il en allait de même pour lui. Ils étaient parfois frustrés de relever le nez des pages sans ressentir l'air des hautes mers, ni en respirer le parfum. Arrachés à ces émotions, comme soudain appauvris. "Un voyage sur un bateau, c'est ce que raconte ce roman. J'aimerais que d'autres s'embarquent, et regrettent, eux aussi, que la mer soit lointaine". Le livre fut laissé dans la boîte. Le lendemain, il était parti.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><strong>Lire pour deux</strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Un tapis de livres toujours plus chaotique s'étendait au pied du lit de Nora. Elle n'en lisait aucun durant des semaines. Cette vision l'angoissait, mêlant culpabilité de les avoir accumulés, désespoir de s'y plonger un jour, incapacité à choisir un élu dans cette masse de papier. Quand des amies venaient chez elle, négligemment elle la poussait du pied dans l'ombre, sous le sommier. Elle tentait de l'oublier. Seul Fingal extirpait un à un les livres de leur cachette, et tentait de rassurer Nora : "Si ça peut te soulager, je les feuillette pour toi, et t'en fais une sélection". Ils prirent cette habitude d'être un couple de lecteurs, se racontant les histoires, se conseillant des pages, en somme fusionnant leurs deux bibliothèques. "Je n'avais pas envisagé que l'amour, c'était lire pour l'autre comme soi", confiait ainsi Fingal.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Une citation </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Dans un tome des Correspondances de Victor Hugo, Nora a souligné cette phrase au crayon à papier : "Dans ma solitude, je n’ai plus de livres, et ma mémoire est toute ma bibliothèque". Elle a pris la page en photo et l'a envoyée par mail à tout le Groupe des Cerisiers, en précisant le contexte ("lettre à Alfred Dorcel du 29 mai 1880").</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>L'Atlantide</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">La nuit tombe très vite,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">comme une pierre</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">s'enfonce dans l'eau.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Le temps d'une courte </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">sieste, l'obscurité </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">m'a enveloppée, bleu</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">encre, presque liquide.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Mon livre, lui, reste</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">ouvert à la même page,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">illisible. Tout caractère </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">s'estompe, et tout signe </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">est une inscription </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">aux murs de l'Atlantide.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Une bibliothèque à soi</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Fingal et Nora s'installèrent un printemps dans un petit appartement de centre ville. L'un comme l'autre avaient jusqu'alors eu l'expérience de la vie solitaire en son propre logement, selon un mode d'organisation que la conjugalité venait bouleverser. "Un problème pratique se pose", constata Fingal peu avant le déménagement. "Nous possédons chacun notre bibliothèque. Que deviendront les doublons dans le nouvel appartement ?". "Je les entreposerai chez mes parents, dans ma chambre d'enfant ou alors au grenier". "Ça me gêne que ce soit toi qui ampute ta bibliothèque". Embarrassé, Fingal bougonnait en essuyant les verres de ses lunettes contre la manche de sa chemise. "Un mec débarque, et voilà que la fille doit se séparer d'une partie de ses biens". Après un instant de réflexion, il décida que ce serait lui qui confierait ses livres à Iñacio : "C'est plus correct. Et puis, c'est toi l'intellectuelle aux beaux ouvrages. Moi, j'accumule les torchons". Nora, qui avait l'habitude des comparaisons où son compagnon se jugeait défavorablement, leva les yeux au ciel, mais accepta la proposition. "Cela dit, une question n'est pas réglée. Nos bibliothèques peuvent soit fusionner, soit rester côte-à-côte ; répondre à un même principe d'organisation, ou suivre des logiques distinctes. Les conséquences sont de taille, et méritent d'être considérées avec attention". "Ouais, tu crois que je vais mettre le bazar dans tes livres". Nora admit le redouter dans un grand éclat de rire, puis ajouta : "Je pense au texte de Virginia Woolf intitulé A Room of One's Own. Si nous ne souhaitons pas habiter des chambres séparées, pourquoi ne pas avoir une library of one's own ? Ces collections patiemment réunies, ces outils de travail, ces univers intimes, il serait dommage de les dissoudre dans une unité factice. Faisons bibliothèque à part". Fingal chaussa ses lunettes, et hocha la tête d'un air convaincu : "Toi et moi avons constitué avec amour cet objet indépendant qu'est la bibliothèque personnelle. C'est en quelque sorte notre enfant de papier". "Mais qui sait, peut-être les bras de nos créatures finiront-ils par s'enlacer ?".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">L'adieu</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le livre était fini. Amélia frotta ses paupières dans le crépuscule du mois d'août, et demanda tout haut : "Les a-t-on jamais rencontrés, ces personnages aussi inconsistants que l'air ? Ces fantômes de coulisses ? Quelques notations sur une page, parfois très peu d'indices, un faisceau de traits. Cependant il faut les quitter". Anne-Rose s'approcha d'elle et ajouta tendrement : "Il faut les quitter comme ces relations fusionnelles, mais brèves, nouées pendant des vacances ou une année à l'étranger. Nous savions qu'elles ne devaient pas durer. Peut-être est-ce pour cela que nous y avons mis tant de cœur, jusqu'à envisager l'adieu ... Non certes ainsi qu'un deuil, le mot est trop fort, mais ainsi qu'une perte d'un peu de nous-mêmes. C'est l'impression cruelle que me laissent les romans". Elle s'assit près de son amie dans la lumière rosée, qui leur façonnait deux profils presque identiques. "Je ne sais pas si les personnages meurent. Je leur imagine plutôt une vie éternelle, une âme", dit Amélia. "Nous, nous n'avons pas d'âme. Nous sommes ainsi plus fragiles qu'eux, d'une légèreté risible". Anne-Rose acquiesca, remit de l'ordre dans des papiers, épousseta des livres, avant de se retourner enfin vers Amélia : "Je crois que nous devrions revenir auprès de nos amis".</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La nostalgie : Nora</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Il en va de certains livres comme d'îles perdues, dans la mesure où même si on les relisait, ils ne seraient plus identiques à l'espace clos, au refuge que l'on a connus. Les conditions physiques, météorologiques, sociales de la découverte ne se reproduiront plus, ni ce climat intérieur, celui du corps et de l'esprit, sous lequel les mots sont accueillis, glissent légèrement ou nous martèlent de leur grêle. Il en va de certains livres comme de pays dont on garde une nostalgie, je ne dirais pas amère, non, c'est une nostalgie douce et tenace de ce qu'on a désiré dissiper, une occasion saisie une fois pour toute. En dépit de l'effacement inéluctable des détails et des structures, les œuvres sont des lieux de mémoire ; des bribes d'histoires nous restent, de fortes impressions. Sanctuaires de ce que nous avons senti, à ce moment de notre vie où nous ne pouvions sentir autrement, avec l'intensité d'un élan singulier. Il en va de certains livres comme de reliques, peut-être".</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Un lieu de mémoire</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“Les bibliothèques existent pour se repérer dans le temps, et articuler le temps”. Rachel regarda les livres qui traînaient par terre en attendant d’être rangés. Iñacio l’aidait à les poser sur les étagères les plus hautes. “Qu’entends-tu par ça ?“. “Chaque livre a une mémoire, qui entremêle des mémoires : celles de la littérature, celles de la création, celles de la lecture. La question que je me pose, c’est la manière dont l’espace peut les contenir et les rapprocher, les faire parler ensemble”. Iñacio ajouta : “Les placer de telle sorte qu’on se souvienne où elles se trouvent”. “Des mémoires disposées dans un système mnémotechnique”. Un rayon de soleil éclairait le meuble où s’était formée une fine couche de poussière. Rachel soupira : “Mais pour le moment, je possède surtout des piles de livres, des objets accumulés sans ordre. La bibliothèque idéale, telle que je l’imagine, est à même de constituer un passé. Moi je vis dans le présent, où tout demeure éparpillé”.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Enfers privés</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">L'appartement de Nora, presque entièrement dénudé à la fin du déménagement, parcouru du moiré des ombres projetées par les persiennes, semblait à Fingal conserver ses secrets. Il ne restait qu'un placard à vider, celui que sa compagne l'avait longtemps défendu d'ouvrir. Avec son autorisation, il fit glisser la porte coulissante qu'un défaut de conception rendait difficile à déplacer. Sous des torchons et un fer à repasser, il trouva quelques livres. "Curieux ... Nora ne m'a dit que du mal de ces auteurs", pensa-t-il en jetant un œil aux tranches. "Il doit s'agir des Enfers de sa bibliothèque personnelle : des œuvres occultées, sans doute désavouées". Il les plaça dans un carton à part. Cette découverte fut l'occasion d'une discussion avec leurs amis le soir même : "Pourquoi ne t'es-tu pas débarrassée de ces livres ?", demanda Fingal à Nora, qui venait de passer la journée avec Rachel et Amélia. "Parce qu'ils ont compté. Et à la relecture ... Il m'ont déçue. Ils ont acquis un statut étrange, ces textes décisifs, quoique reniés. Ils s'insèrent dans une vaste généalogie des lectures, et ne peuvent en être détachés ; mais je les assume plus". Rachel écoutait attentivement : "D'où vient la déception ? Des œuvres ou des auteurs ?". "Si je suis parfaitement honnête, elle vient surtout des auteurs. Je pense à ceux dont les déclarations me gênent ... Voire me révoltent", confia Nora. "Ma collection manifeste une éthique. Des artistes en sont les patrons, les modèles ou les dieux tutélaires ... D'autres, en revanche, doivent être écartés par souci d'adhésion à mes principes". Rachel répondit après un temps de réflexion : "Je comprends ta démarche, même si la mienne diffère. Les auteurs ne sont pas pour moi des figures d'autorité. Je n'attends pas qu'ils soient exemplaires, ni qu'ils soient une caution morale. Cela dit, je n'aurais pas l'idée d'acheter le livre d'une fripouille encore en vie. La question est simplement que mes actes ne profitent pas à des gens dont je désapprouve la conduite ou les paroles. Les morts et ceux dont j'ignore tout, ils me paraissent dépossédés de leurs œuvres, qui ont un destin propre. C'est avec elles que je dialogue. Elles répondent d'elles-mêmes". Amélia renchérit : "Je ne sais pas s'il est possible d'éviter cette question morale. Disons que tous et toutes, nous l'adressons différemment, à des textes, à des personnes, à des chimères, peut-être".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Une tâche domestique</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Quand on se représente la ménagère modèle, on l'imagine dans sa cuisine, dans son salon, ou dans des chambres, occupée à repasser, plier le linge, refaire les lits. L'imagine-t-on s'agiter dans une bibliothèque ? Placer les livres selon ses affinités propres ?". Nora méditait au milieu des cartons de déménagement à moitié ouverts, en compagnie de Rachel, qui était venue l'aider. Peu de temps auparavant, sa mère lui avait reproché de ne pas être capable de s'occuper d'un foyer, ce qui la troublait, quoi qu'elle n'ait pas souhaité se soumettre aux exigences familiales. "La bibliothèque appartient à l'univers domestique, tout en restant à la marge", observa Rachel, tandis qu'elle empilait des ouvrages aux reliures défraîchies. "À la marge, parce que soustraite à l'intervention des femmes ; du moins, traditionnellement", ajouta Nora. "Je crois qu'aujourd'hui, plus personne ne distinguerait, dans la bibliothèque, un espace ordonné selon une vision masculine. Néanmoins, le poids des images est tenace. Ma connaissance des lettres n'est rien pour mes parents, si je ne sais pas disposer joliment les meubles d'une salle à manger. Je suis sûre qu'ils se moquent de mes collections, du soin que je leur apporte, alors qu'il s'agit d'une tâche comme une autre. En revanche, ils estiment le savoir de Fingal". Rachel soupira, et prit un air faussement contrit : "Je vois bien, on me fait souvent remarquer que je suis une mauvaise maîtresse de maison ; et pourtant ! Je range exemplairement mes livres ! Sans l'appui d'aucun monsieur". Songeant au chaos qui, chez son amie, tenait lieu de bibliothèque, et quelque peu rassérénée par sa désinvolture, Nora eut un sourire complice.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Poétique de la bibliothèque </b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"À force de défaire, réorganiser, contempler ma bibliothèque, je me suis rendu compte qu'elle ne résultait pas que d'une éthique, comme tu me l'avais dit, Nora. Constituer une bibliothèque est un geste poétique sans cesse renouvelé, la création d'une œuvre à partir de ce dont on dispose : livres lus, livres à lire, livres connus par ouïe-dire, livres étudiés, livres qui ont pour nous été des événements, et livres oubliés. N'est-ce pas ce même rapport que l'on tisse par l'écriture ?". Anne-Rose laissa son mail en suspens, afin que Nora pût en tirer elle-même les conséquences. "Tu penses que toute écriture est réagencement de l'histoire littéraire ?". Quelques jours plus tard, accompagnée de photos de bord de mer légèrement floues, Anne-Rose glissait cette réponse lapidaire : "Toute écriture est bibliothèque". Rachel se joignit à l'échange et, après avoir donné des nouvelles d'Iñacio et d'elle, souvent en voyage sur les routes d'Europe, elle ajouta : "C'est une sorte de traduction, mais plus lointaine, plus médiate que celles auxquelles on peut penser dans le domaine de l'édition. Une affaire de degré, sans doute".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>La correspondance</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Quand Iñacio dut subir une opération des yeux, Rachel entreprit de lui faire la lecture afin que le temps ne lui parût pas trop pesant. Le jeune homme ne pouvait fixer son regard sur les petits caractères d'imprimerie, au risque de souffrir de migraine ; ainsi avait-il timidement accepté la proposition de son amie. Rachel s'asseyait à son chevet, et entamait des passages de sa voix émouvante, pleine de nuance, comme si elle avait été dotée d'une palette de teintes chaudes. Iñacio pensait que de ces couleurs, l'imagination s'emparait sans efforts pour peindre ses fantaisies, aussi fidèle aux mots que libre dans les silences, les interstices des signes. Durant ces heures, il ne se lassait pas de la coïncidence parfaite entre les inflexions de cette voix, et le visage trahissant l'intelligence du texte, l'ébauche d'un sourire, le haussement d'un sourcil, l'expression enjouée ou perplexe. Par le mouvement de ses traits et les variations de son ton, Iñacio la voyait accomplir un acte dont le caractère banal, sans sérieux ni solennité, ne faisait néanmoins pas oublier la magie d'une correspondance. Lorsqu'elle reposait le livre, et s'étirait avec nonchalance, fatiguée de s'être longtemps concentrée sur les pages, Rachel ne se doutait pas de la cérémonie qu'elle venait de conduire ; mais elle décelait, dans l'air d'Iñacio, un bonheur enfantin qu'elle ne lui connaissait plus.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Conversation XIII</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Au début de notre amitié, au moment où ce pas serait franchi entre les gens que l'on frôle et ceux auxquels on se lie, nous arrivions chacun avec nos pensées emmêlées, nos existences séparées, farouchement défendues", dit Rachel, assise en tailleur sur une chaise, les pieds nus. Ses longs cheveux ébouriffés lui donnaient un air sauvage de petite fille grandie par ses propres moyens, téméraire, joyeuse, mais quelque peu énigmatique. "Chacun, chacune bringuebalant son enfance. Mais la littérature a coloré l'arrière-fond sur lequel nous nous détachions ; elle a créé cet élément, élusif et lumineux, dans lequel nous nous mouvons. Elle est devenue notre mémoire commune". Elle posa sur ses cuisses un livre de Rainer Maria Rilke. De main en main, ils s'étaient prêté ces pages désormais écornées, marquées de leurs empreintes. "Nous avons notre façon à nous d'être ensemble, même lorsque nous sommes séparés. Cette façon particulière de nous appartenir". Fingal et Iñacio, qui venaient d'achever une partie de cartes, comptaient les points sans mot dire. La voix de Rachel leur parvenait comme dans un rêve. Quant à Nora, étendue sur un canapé du fait d'une brusque fatigue, elle tirait de ces propos des conclusions silencieuses : "Je pense qu'une utopie tout à fait viable est une bibliothèque", finit-elle par avancer malicieusement. "Non, je ne crois pas. Le lieu qu'est la bibliothèque, lui, existe déjà", répondit Fingal en relevant le nez de ses cartes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Épilogue</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Anne-Rose et Amélia revinrent habiter dans la ville qui avait vu naître le Groupe des Cerisiers. Les amis organisèrent un festin où l'on s'échangea livres et gourmandises assis sur des coussins mœlleux. Il y avait dans l'air quelque chose de doux et paisible, cette suspension propre aux répits au milieu du fracas. On convenait d'ailleurs qu'au fond, c'était peut-être la principale expérience qu'on avait en commun, cette trêve par les livres, solitaire ou festive. Les mots et l'alcool coulaient à flots, sauf pour Nora qui, enceinte de plusieurs mois, sirotait un jus de fruits sous l'œil tendre de Fingal. Par la suite, des disputes eurent bien sûr lieu, des retrouvailles, des excuses, mais toujours le cercle finissait-il par se reformer, souvent à l'aide d'œuvres opportunément adressées aux parties courroucées. Les livres étaient un pansement sur ces tiraillements que traversent les amitiés trop vives. Il suffisait de choisir les textes adéquats, à commencer par des recettes de cuisine, très appréciées des amis, et d'une indéniable utilité dans l'adversité. Ainsi nos personnages furent-ils heureux ensemble, au sein de ce chaos qui leur était particulier, et qui, dans ses métamorphoses, valait sans doute une utopie. Qu'ils fussent encore d'avides lecteurs n'était plus la question, tant les liens que la littérature avait tissés étaient durables et profonds. Issus des mêmes pages, formés des mêmes phrases, ils seraient quoi qu'il advînt à jamais frères et sœurs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCDEWufpI_KjzZIqGvWlclEEnwBbqsa0ozSu0C97MaD6tGQG00M8blmywZqctG1LSaQl3b47PEkzQeyyLIaFSBt3jSuv3m8hJ3xsBKvbYDCeu_kQ_a8yXECDRDjFQUb1nWu7_jZT9LmDWG/s1600/20200119_141654.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1461" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCDEWufpI_KjzZIqGvWlclEEnwBbqsa0ozSu0C97MaD6tGQG00M8blmywZqctG1LSaQl3b47PEkzQeyyLIaFSBt3jSuv3m8hJ3xsBKvbYDCeu_kQ_a8yXECDRDjFQUb1nWu7_jZT9LmDWG/s320/20200119_141654.jpg" width="292" /></span></a></div>
<span style="font-family: times;"><span><span><span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Soninka</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">_ Ça m'arrive d'être rêveuse comme tout un chacun, ou plutôt comme deux, comme dix chacunes ! <br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Son rire franc fut suivi d'un silence. Il reprit le fil de la conversation. Des philosophes qu'il fichait à nouveau, qu'il se flattait de mieux cerner, les émissions de radio qui en faussaient le sens. Le Balzac qu'il venait de lire, un "Balzac mineur". La première neige de l'année mouchetait les fenêtres d'éclats bleutés. Soninka ne parvenait pas à se concentrer sur ce qu'il racontait. Elle pensait, en voyant les pelouses se couvrir de flocons, au jardin de sa mère qu'on avait domestiqué. Il y poussait autrefois, de manière anarchique, des sorbiers oiseleurs et des rosiers sauvages. On avait depuis dégagé des allées, taillé des arbres. Pourquoi ne parvenait-elle pas à se le pardonner ? "Personne n'a vraiment compris son séminaire sur Hegel". Cette remarque la tira de sa torpeur. Elle hocha la tête d'un air concerné, en espérant qu'il ne lui demanderait pas son opinion sur le sujet. "Il doit me trouver complètement cruche ... Qu'importe". Les cristaux de glace collés aux fenêtres assombrissaient un peu la pièce. "Je suis si distraite ...". Quelques années auparavant, il avait tenté de publier un livre inspiré d'elle. Cette œuvre, elle l'avait lue avec curiosité, s'amusant des détails authentiques ; elle avait néanmoins eu l'orgueil de croire que le modèle débordait la copie. Elle ignorait quelle part elle offrait au songe, elle qui était si songeuse. "Les cercles de nos rêves ne se croisent pas, c'est sans doute le tragique de notre relation". Ce décalage se ressentait à chaque fois qu'ils discutaient, raison pour laquelle ils ne pouvaient avoir de véritable échange, mais l'homme ne pas s'en apercevait pas. Il lui présentait des livres de photographes célèbres, visions également oniriques, rêves de rêves pour ainsi dire. Sa voix était aussi sourde que les flocons qui voltigeaient. "Nous nous sommes toujours manqués", constata-t-elle en l'observant à contre-jour. Elle s'avoua soudain qu'on n'avait pas su atteindre non plus les rêves de sa mère, que matérialisait son grand jardin. On les avait saccagés après sa mort. Peut-être avait-on fait un sort à cette absence contre laquelle on avait tant lutté, cette sorte de défection, d'accomplissement secret. En cela, elles étaient similaires, l'une poursuivant malgré elle, non le rêve de l'autre, mais sa fuite par le rêve. Soninka aurait voulu que ses réflexions à elle eussent un support, un cadre, ainsi que les photographies, témoignages et sanctuaires. Elle était obsédée par les traces, des traces tangibles et minérales, qu'on garderait intactes. Dans un livre, tout était informel. À l'extérieur, l'hiver n'en finissait pas de bercer la ville d'une fugace chanson de neige.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Les fiancées</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>Quand on est jeunes, on est simplement jeunes ; quand on l'est moins, on appartient à une génération. Quelle est la nôtre ? J'en cherche les signes. Nous n'avons pas d'enfants, ne sommes pas heureuses au travail, ou n'avons pas de travail. La beauté nous fait pleurer bêtement, et nous nous essuyons les yeux avec un sourire désolé. Nous sommes pour ainsi dire supplémentées par des machines. Nous ne sommes pas nostalgiques, et n'espérons rien de l'avenir. Nous sommes envahies de présent, si bien qu'il m'a fallu du temps pour savoir que je t'aimais. Nous ne cheminons pas ensemble, mais je crois que nos ombres, oui, et peut-être nos rêves, si nous avions des rêves. Une nuit, je suis devenue vieille, je me suis sentie couler à l'époque de mes arrière-grands-parents, quelque part sur une île grecque. Il y avait un mariage où seule l'épouse se tenait devant l'église à même la roche, une petite église blanche. Elle n'attendait personne. Les ancêtres l'entouraient en silence, et néanmoins sans solennité : comme dans un film auquel on aurait coupé le son, ou bien du cinéma muet. Sous la voilette légère, il m'a semblé te reconnaître.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>La consolation</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Elle ne faisait jamais l'aumône aux personnes qui mendiaient lorsqu'elle était accompagnée. Elle restait interdite, honteuse, prise en tenailles entre la culpabilité de ne pas donner et un sentiment d'indécence à exposer sa générosité, aussi limitée fût-elle. Elle fixait ses chaussures sans même vérifier si une pièce traînait au fond de son sac. Le don était pour elle intime, et non une manifestation de grandeur d'âme ou de puissance. Elle ne pouvait le faire qu'à l'abri des regards, ou d'un mouvement vif, susceptible de passer inaperçu dans l'agitation de la ville. Souvent, il éveillait l'envie de s'enfuir ou de se cacher, comme si elle ne pouvait assumer la sorte de supériorité qu'il lui conférait, ce pouvoir sur autrui qui l'effrayait profondément.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Ainsi, en recevant le billet tire-bouchonné qu'elle lui avait tendu les paupières baissées, un homme lui avait-il murmuré : "Que Dieu vous bénisse", la voix pleine de compassion plutôt que de gratitude. C'était cocasse d'être plainte par celui-là même qu'elle secourait. Peut-être avait-il senti combien elle avait besoin d'être consolée.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Eurydice </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>Sa mâchoire s'était crispée, et c'est avec agacement qu'il lui fit remarquer la laideur de sa coiffure. Il n'appréciait pas que ses cheveux fussent attachés : "Tu as les oreilles décollées, cache-les". Elle ne répondit pas. "Ça ne sert à rien de bouder, j'ai encore le droit de dire ce que je pense". Le soleil laissait traîner quelques rayons sur la rue, malgré le temps d'automne qui engourdissait l'été. L'homme marchait à grand pas, elle peinait à le suivre. Elle aurait préféré flâner à travers l'orage naissant, ainsi qu'à l'époque où elle était célibataire. Elle ne redoutait pas la pluie, et bien au contraire l'espérait : elle lui reconnaissait quelque chose de vivifiant ; il se moquait d'ailleurs de ce goût romantique. "Pourquoi tu traverses ici ? On prend le passage suivant". Il n'y avait aucune raison de traverser au prochain feu, pas plus qu'il n'était compréhensible qu'un tel détail l'irritât. Des silhouettes charbonneuses les devançaient sur le trottoir, leur capuche rabattue sur la tête. Elle se demandait quand il avait cessé de l'aimer, ou plutôt de quels éléments contradictoires s'était composé cet amour. Son corps de femme, ses habitudes, sa famille, sa profession, il rejetait tout ce qui formait sa vie, jusqu'à son silence. "Tu ne parles pas assez". </div><div><br /></div><div>Elle ralentit peu à peu, l'écart entre eux se creusant. L'air était si dense qu'elle le sentait contre sa peau ; elle aurait pu l'embrasser, le bercer dans ses bras. On aurait dit que désormais, son compagnon la haïssait. Avant leur mariage, il lui avait envoyé de nombreux messages, d'abord timides, puis tendres et exaltés. Il l'avait espérée, imaginée, désirée. Peut-être n'avait-il pu lui pardonner d'être une personne, en lieu et place d'un fantasme. Elle avait souvent deviné qu'elle le gênait, faisant obstacle à quelque rêve, non simplement par ses défauts, mais du fait même d'exister, dotée qu'elle l'était d'une curieuse petite âme qui rendait ses regards opaques. Une âme têtue, récalcitrante ; une résistance tenace. Il se retourna et la dévisagea : "Qu'est-ce que tu as ?". Elle s'était arrêtée au milieu de la rue. "Je vais faire une course". Il accepta qu'elle lui faussât un moment compagnie. Entre les étals, elle déambula sans savoir ce qu'elle cherchait, perdue devant les étiquettes qu'elle ne déchiffrait plus, les néons fatigués. Elle sortit les mains vides.</div><div><br /></div><div>Des éclairs déchiraient le ciel, il bruinait doucement. Elle avait entrevu depuis longtemps déjà cette évidence tranquille qu'elle devait le quitter. Elle s'achemina vers l'appartement qu'occupaient des amis. À cause de l'orage, on désertait les rues, et les derniers promeneurs rasaient les murs d'un pas vif. Les devantures des magasins s'allumaient dans le soir, électrique lui aussi, par instants zébré de bleu. Une excitation sourde grandissait dans sa poitrine. Elle ne penserait bientôt plus à l'homme qui l'attendait sûrement. Après tout, elle ne l'avait jamais aimé.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Autobiographie du Christ</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Je suis né dans une ville de la Baltique ou de l'Adriatique, dans une masure bleue ou blanche comme un monastère troglodyte. La banquise léchait le seuil, ou bien était-ce le vent. Nonno fumait le cigare dans une boutique de sardines, mais peut-être était-ce un temple. Il passait pour le rejeton d'une dynastie éteinte. Il jetait son filet à la mer pour ne garder que le sel. Matka parlait l'araméen, cela semble avéré. Une humble paysane, si ce n'était une princesse. Elle fuyait un massacre : l'attestait une cicatrice causée par un couteau, ou un tir de mortier. Elle savait porter un fusil. J'étais moi-même un fusil. Elle m'avait caché dans ses jupes, avant d'imaginer le prodige de ma naissance. Tout le monde l'a crue.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*</div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205132973013570601.post-55195773132045673082020-04-08T09:08:00.087-07:002022-11-17T06:40:16.014-08:00En guise de veillée<p style="clear: both;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNn4Nafax00arfzZUKuxABL3U_CcEvb8l97RKDOOOJadotjzwGBRJny4bSWVVN32E_PnQasQooCTWKup7RdAe_4dK0PX4Bj5Jszhtpa9cRKGmdoXGHukeog9pVwTA5ZgmWy7njiLP9wj-u/s1600/20200118_204229.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1408" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNn4Nafax00arfzZUKuxABL3U_CcEvb8l97RKDOOOJadotjzwGBRJny4bSWVVN32E_PnQasQooCTWKup7RdAe_4dK0PX4Bj5Jszhtpa9cRKGmdoXGHukeog9pVwTA5ZgmWy7njiLP9wj-u/s320/20200118_204229.jpg" width="281" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="background-color: white;">Les voix</b></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></span></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 32.1408px;">Ce soir au jardin quelque chose remuait dans la pénombre, et je sentais sa prudence, sa peur même au milieu des herbes. En m'approchant doucement, j'ai vu deux yeux dorés fixés sur moi. Une chatte, si j'en croyais son pelage aux taches brunes, blanches et noires. "Et bien mémère, qu'est-ce que tu fais ici ?", lui ai-je dit tout bas, par réflexe, il est vrai que ces paroles étaient parfaitement vaines. Elle semblait bien portante, nourrie et choyée, une jolie dame de compagnie. "Et bien mémère", j'ai entendu dans ma voix les intonations des femmes de ma famille, amusées et tendres pour tout être vivant, le vocabulaire aussi ("mémère" est un mot que je n'emploie jamais). C'est drôle, ai-je pensé, qu'un bref rapport aux bêtes nous rappelle les liens profonds qui nous unissent aux nôtres, qu'il fasse affleurer des voix qu'on croyait effacées. Sans doute est-ce parce que nous leur parlons comme on nous a parlé, enfants ... À peine ai-je eu le temps de m'expliquer ma surprise que la chatte s'en est retournée dans l'obscurité.</span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 32.1408px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 32.1408px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 32.1408px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 32.1408px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 32.1408px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 32.1408px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 32.1408px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 32.1408px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; 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line-height: 29.5631px;">Veille</b></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div></span></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 29.5631px;">Tu es sur le seuil, à quelle heure meurs-tu, quelle seconde, nous attendons anxieusement le coup de fil qui annoncera ton décès définitif, constaté, officiel, après cette longue traversée, la tienne, la nôtre, puisque ton agonie nous la partageons de loin, mais cela le sais-tu, ces choses-là se transmettent-elles d'une manière ou d'une autre, je ne croyais pas que la mort était parfois si lente, et qu'il était si dur de ne plus pouvoir te dire "je t'aime".</span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">*******</span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="background-color: white;">Nos linges</b></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></span></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">L'annonce de ta mort, le matin, au réveil, après un moment d'hésitation, et puis cette simple phrase relayée au téléphone : "Il est parti cette nuit".</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">Je trie les draps dans l'armoire pour m'occuper l'esprit. Le plus beau d'entre eux appartenait à une arrière-grand-mère paternelle, qui pour l'ajouter à son trousseau de jeune mariée, y avait brodé ses initiales : "LMV". La toile de qualité n'est pas abîmée, mais elle a légèrement jauni. Je la passe à l'eau de javel et l'essore avec soin. Viennent ensuite les taies d'oreiller qui me rappellent mon enfance, avec leurs fleurs effacées par les machines, leurs couleurs délavées, et leur usure qui les rend presque transparentes. Mes parents ne les utilisent plus, sans néanmoins pouvoir se résoudre à les jeter. Il y a enfin les housses dans lesquelles dormaient les invités, amis, frères et sœurs, beaux-parents, cousins, que l'on choisissait particulièrement délicates en signe d'hospitalité.</span></div></span></span><p></p><p style="clear: both;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">Ces linges sont nos souvenirs, notre intimité passée, que l'on plie et range sur des étagères, que l'on déploie pour l'étendre sur des fils, que l'on oublie ou répare. Nos êtres qu'ils bercent, réchauffent ou protègent disparaissent, mais eux demeurent en héritage à la merci du temps. Je voudrais retrouver ces draps qui ont recouvert tes rêves, tes mouvements, ce corps tangible et vivant que je ne verrai plus. Il ne me reste que des objets.</span></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">*******</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Madame Raymond V.</b></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Je n'ai pas connu ma grand-mère paternelle, mais j'ai passé une partie de mon enfance dans la maison qu'elle a léguée à mes parents. Une propriété sans prétention prolongée d'un jardin, et décorée dans le style des années 70, avec ses murs tapissés de papier peint à motifs. La vaisselle en porcelaine de Gien, les habits et les photographies sont restés à leur place, ainsi que les objets de dévotion auxquels elle semblait tenir, bien qu'aucun de ses descendants ne fût pratiquant. Son nom, Madame Raymond V. (à l'époque, on ne se désignait que comme épouse) est encore écrit sur la sonnette.</div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;">C'est là que ma grand-mère se trouve tout entière. L'ordre inchangé de la maison laisse penser qu'elle aurait pu revenir un jour, en chair et en os, et pourtant on l'a enterrée dans le cimetière communal, quelques mois avant ma naissance.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;">C'était il y a trente ans. J'y songe en changeant les draps des lits et en utilisant ses vieux outils, à peine usés par le temps, mais emprunts de l'odeur des vieilles bâtisses de campagne. J'arrose les arbres qu'elle a plantés, en arrache les sauvageons, les feuilles brunes et les bourgeons fânés. Je médite dans son jardin étendue sur le sol, quand vient l'heure bleue et que seule Vénus brille entre les branches du cerisier. J'aime que le silence n'y puisse être complet, entrecoupé de chants d'oiseaux, de bruissements secs et du battement des portes que j'oublie de fermer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Je ne suis pas orpheline de grand-mère. L'existence la plus matérielle m'évoque une présence ininterrompue, une compagnie, une filiation et, quoique peu superstitieuse, je la sens guider mes mains lorsque je tente de l'imiter sans même l'avoir jamais vue.</div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Je me souviens d'un rêve que j'ai fait petite fille. La chambre de ma grand-mère était intacte, et vide de toute présence humaine, si ce n'est qu'un esprit observait la scène, le vent s'engoufrant dans les rideaux, le soleil inondant le lit. Je n'ai pas su deviner s'il s'agissait d'elle ou de moi.</div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Biographie d'une aïeule</b></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Marie-Marguerite, sage-femme, née à Pothières en 1798, tu ne savais pas signer. Sans doute n'avais-tu pas reçu de véritable instruction.</span><span> D'autres se sont pourtant formées auprès de toi : tes filles, soigneuses et attentives, aux mains habiles, aux mouvements précis, et les filles de tes filles sur des générations. Un art que de mettre au monde, c'était là votre commun savoir, réputé, reconnu sur les états civils. L'un d'eux te représente d'ailleurs, à l'occasion d'un mariage, ondoyant un enfant. Vous aviez ce pouvoir sacré d'accorder le baptême, vous dont les yeux fatigués n'auraient su lire la Bible. Vous avez été enterrées quelque part, on ne sait où, rappelées seulement, dans les cimetières locaux, par ces dizaines de noms que vous avez fait naître.</span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Sète</b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">en cet automne</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">automne</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">de feu</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">je reviens</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">de la verdure</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">des chuchotis</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">comme si c'était</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">possible si</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">de plus en plus</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">distant </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">il brûle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">le train de nuit</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">longe la mer</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">houle roucoule</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">rêve d'envol</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">de grands pigeons</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">blancs aïeux </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">silencieux </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">dans l'insomnie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">intimident</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">les fruits mûrs </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">distillent en moi</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">le miel </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">que tout</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">me soit présent</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">que tout éclate</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">car il arrive </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">qu'une abeille</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">s'affaire encore </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">dans un coin de</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">splendeur</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>L'ivraie</b></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Les jours de vent à la nuit tombée, on entend des fantômes parler" me disait mon frère dans le jardin de nos grands-parents maternels, alors que bruissaient les feuilles du châtaigner. "Les arbres nous transmettent des messages". C'est ainsi que ces lieux furent déclarés hantés, des voix basses et légères les traversant le soir, quand je sortais de la boîte d'observation "astronomique" mes lunettes en carton et que je m'étendais dans l'herbe, le visage tourné vers les étoiles. L'environnement n'était pas muet, il était complice. Les arbres, je les considérais avec un mélange de crainte et de respect, redoutant les mauvais présages, mais également curieuse de recueillir des confidences. </div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'avais alors quatre ans. Je connaissais par cœur chaque recoin de la propriété : les allées de roses, le hêtre où me percher, le potager, la fosse aux légumes pourris, les cerisiers espacés, les boutons d'or, les refuges. À l'intérieur, gardée par les murs épais, la chambre à l'horloge arrêtée, ses poids immobiles comme des planètes dorées suspendues dans leur course. On ne quittait toujours ces lieux qu'avec chagrin. Pourtant, ils recelaient aussi des pièges, provoquant chutes, écorchures et brûlures ; des plantes qu'il ne fallait pas toucher, et encore moins avaler. Ce fut là aussi que peu à peu, grand-mère s'affaiblit, jusqu'à ne plus pouvoir marcher. Elle mourut à l'hôpital en plein hiver, loin de chez elle, et c'est comme si le froid s'était engouffré durablement dans la maison, comme si les pièces s'étaient mises à geler, aussi figées que l'horloge. Je rangeai mes lunettes d'astronome. Il n'y avait plus rien au ciel à regarder, puisque je ne pouvais y deviner grand-mère.</span></div><p></p><p style="clear: both;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Nous revînmes dans cette propriété pour rendre visite à grand-père, même s'il préférait recevoir chez sa nouvelle compagne. Le jardin était ordonné comme dans ma petite enfance, débordant de fruits et de fleurs : il constituait une image assez exacte du passé. Les fantômes, quand à eux, continuaient à chuchoter plus près de notre oreille ; on aurait même dit qu'en nous, ils s'étaient confondus. Peut-être était-ce un sortilège de cette tristesse que nous ressentions dans l'anticipation d'une perte, d'une séparation définitive avec ces murmures, ces arbres, ces meubles lourds de campagne. Peut-être étions-nous les acteurs de réminiscences à venir. Il y a des lieux où l'on ne revient que pour y fabriquer des souvenirs. Des lieux que le deuil a déjà envahis ainsi qu'une herbe invisible. Tout le monde savait qu'un jour, la maison serait vendue.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0PvdcXX6VR953JYY1nIEDiA07DubhEfdV2DX-qFq-cnFPgtR2j8wCzTYxJsoGC-qLf_Q0O5qmUH6eZ34Cb6PAoV3Ia0dMI3Q1Xjr_zkIy75TGM7ZNsM6n2yKRawADvmPUsa4jYTG0v8MX/s2048/20200123_232250.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1420" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0PvdcXX6VR953JYY1nIEDiA07DubhEfdV2DX-qFq-cnFPgtR2j8wCzTYxJsoGC-qLf_Q0O5qmUH6eZ34Cb6PAoV3Ia0dMI3Q1Xjr_zkIy75TGM7ZNsM6n2yKRawADvmPUsa4jYTG0v8MX/s640/20200123_232250.jpg" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Sans tombeau</b></div></b><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></b><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Il nous manque une image : celle de ta fin.</span></div><p></p><p style="clear: both;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Celle du visage que la mort te composa, ou que tu lui offris, </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la dernière pièce d'une vie qui demeure suspendue.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Béance de la disparition, douloureuse pureté</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La mort réduite à la rumeur, la ritournelle de l'absence.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>La maison du céramiste</b></div></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Tu parlais de ton grand-père potier, des gestes que tu avais hérités de lui, cette manière caractéristique de saisir les objets fragiles, comme il le faisait sous tes yeux d'enfant. Que tenais-tu d'autre de lui ? Tu ne savais pas, tu ne l'avais pas bien connu, et une vie est mince, elle livre peu de traces. Même ses pots, bols et vases s'étaient éparpillés, tu n'en possédais pas un seul. Ta mère t'avait raconté qu'il creusait lui-même la terre pour trouver de l'argile, et devait s'armer de patience pour voir le fruit de ses créations. Je ne t'interrogeai pas davantage tandis que nous traversions une futaie de hauts arbres. Le soir recouvrait la forêt d'une ombre pourpre annonçant l'automne. C'est à cette heure que nous avons aperçu des pendus, ou des épouvantails, après tout ils étaient plantés dans le sol et non accrochés par le cou. Des bonshommes aux visages bricolés de tôle, de verre et de plastique, en compagnie de croix, de tipis et d'hélices. Des statues formées de matériaux récupérés, puis laissées à l'abandon. Drôle de cimetière. Tu me confias que les ruines de la gaieté t'attristaient plus que celles de la gloire, et que ces sourires tordus te mettaient mal à l'aise. "C'était la maison d'un céramiste, mort il y a dix ans". Un cimetière ne se visite certainement pas, on s'en éloigne en silence et on lui tourne le dos. Nous avons repris notre route.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Lointain pays</b></div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></b></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je parle encore de toi. Je te parle encore. Au présent, comme si tu étais vivant, et qu'il était possible de t'appeler sur ton portable, plaisanter avec toi, te donner des nouvelles. L'annonce de ton décès était si abstraite, si dénuée de preuves, que je n'ai pu y croire. Ta maison mise en vente, tes habits, même ta tombe, tout cela existe comme dans un conte dont les personnages se retirent, nimbés dans un bonheur qui ressemble à la mort. Une promesse glaciale et blanche, lointain pays feutré. C'est là-bas que tu es : j'en ai d'ailleurs rêvé, de ce paradis où tu étais entouré, de rires, d'arbres et de chants. Seule pièce à conviction, un flacon que tu m'as offert, et dont je me refuse à respirer l'odeur. Ton corps, à ce parfum, manquerait.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b>L'instituteur de l'Aube</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>À Georges Leclerc, exécuté le 5 août 1944.</i></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je ne sais pas pourquoi son histoire m'est revenue à l'esprit.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La borne de recyclage textile dégorgeant d'habits, sans doute, ou la couronne de jasmins achetée près du cimetière,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pour moi seule. Un 11 novembre, mais je n'y songeais pas.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ce récit commençait comme un triste conte de fées :</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un couples d'instituteurs dans un village de l'Aube</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">donnait des chaussures aux enfants pour leur permettre d'étudier,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">car beaucoup n'osaient se rendre à l'école pieds nus.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Un homme, une femme, aimés et respectés (une image d'épinal des fameux "hussards noirs").</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ils allaient frappant aux portes pour chercher les élèves</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que les familles gardaient pour les travaux des champs,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">petites mains peu coûteuses qui glanaient des épis, cueillaient de maigres fruits, aidaient aux semailles.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Les instituteurs ne les abandonnaient pas : ils obtiendraient au moins le certificat d'étude ;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ainsi ma grand-mère eut-elle école jusqu'à 13 ans, chaussée des souliers éculés qu'on lui avait offerts,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">avant de travailler en tant que couturière, mal payée certes, mais instruite.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'imaginais un beau tableau pour clore leur histoire, un couple retraité, ayant accompli son devoir.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Une plaque leur rend toutefois hommage sur le mur d'une mairie.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Dans les années 40, les activités résistantes du mari furent dénoncées aux Allemands,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui réunirent des habitants sur la place du village. Ils fusillèrent le professeur</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">sous les yeux des élèves. C'est ma mère qui me l'a dit. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je me suis souvent demandé ce que ces enfants étaient devenus, après le meurtre. Je me le demande encore,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et je compte sur mes doigts : quatre-vingts ans passés, quatre-vingt-dix.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Il est impossible d'honorer qui que ce soit de ma couronne de fleurs, </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">achat profane, égoïste, impropre à une cérémonie.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'aurais plutôt voulu fabriquer des chaussures, de simples chaussures,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pour en couvrir les pieds des morts.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">La mémoire du corps est régulière comme une horloge. </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">L'air encore lourd de neige, les camélias et les bourgeons de roses.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Une tristesse s'est élargie dans ma poitrine, caillou jeté dans l'eau, dépourvue de causes ap-</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">parentes. Des cercles concentriques de sentiments à la surface. </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">J'ai regardé les bourgeons, les fleurs rouges, stupéfaite. Ce tableau délicat, paisible, l'odeur de flétrissure mêlée à celle du renouveau. </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Et je me suis souvenue. La mort </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">de mon grand-père, juste après Pâques, ce jour précis l'année dernière. </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">Mes sens en avaient gardé la trace, de ce moment d'avril, désormais plein de lui. De sa perte, </div><div style="min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;">si la perte a un parfum, si elle a une saison.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><b>La maison des grands-parents</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>le vent fait cligner de l'œil </div><div>le soleil de novembre</div><div><br /></div><div>on avait dit pourtant </div><div>qu'on ne parlerait plus </div><div>ni du ciel ni du soleil</div><div><br /></div><div>des versants des nuages </div><div>si doux qu'on en rêve </div><div>de cette partie de luge </div><div>qu'on s'était promise autrefois </div><div><br /></div><div>la maison est vendue</div><div>les cousines sont éparpillées</div><div><br /></div><div>ce sont poèmes inachevés </div><div><br /></div><div>les fenêtres où le bleu sombre </div><div>le battement de leurs cils </div><div>avec l'œil qui sourit </div><div>et l'œil qui oublie déjà </div><div><br /></div><div>l'été les noyaux d'or </div><div>que dénudent les oiseaux </div><div>et l'espacement du cœur </div><div><br /></div><div>pour lequel tout est repos</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>Dans le deuil, les objets conquièrent une mémoire inattendue. Cette petite pendule en plastique, la même que de mon lit d'enfant je regardais tourner, tourner, jusqu'à ce que je m'endorme. Le thermomètre en forme de poisson qui servait à mesurer la température du bain. Choses futiles et si précieuses pourtant, comme des indices, des ruines. Chacune se révèle simultanément sous deux jours : ce qu'elle m'est et ce qu'elle m'a été, sans distance, dans un court-circuit temporel. Chacune restitue un peu de la chambre feutrée, de la baignoire rose où elle se trouvait, toujours et irrémédiablement attachée à ces lieux.</div><div><br /></div><div>Je ne reverrai pas la maison, mais je garderai l'horloge, et le thermomètre ...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>Les pavots noirs ont fait leur nid en toi</div><div>comme une nuée de merles.</div><div>Tu déniais au ciel tout droit sur ton âme ;</div><div>tu ne reconnaissais que la terre,</div><div>la terre, et le passé perforé de chagrin.</div><div>Ce poinçon de la mémoire, jusque </div><div>dans ton sommeil. Je lutte contre les oiseaux </div><div>qui me guettent depuis ton corps,</div><div>et la tête courbée des pavots, </div><div>champs de cendres</div><div>d'un pays dont je n'ai pas connu le feu.</div><div>Désormais, tes pupilles sont éloignées de toi.</div><div>Je dénude les fruits d'hiver </div><div>pour retrouver leur trace.</div><div>Semblable à une nuée d'oiseaux.</div><div>Mais avec la terre, tu n'avais fait de pacte</div><div>qu'avec la terre.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>Je prends une photo de profil pour me rassurer.</div><div>Mon visage n'a pas changé, il n'a pas changé,</div><div>La face d'une pièce aux bords un peu usés.</div><div>Dans le miroir apparaît la beauté de ma grand-</div><div>mère, de mon arrière-grand-mère. Le même</div><div>visage, la même beauté, que rien ne peut figer,</div><div>mais qui coule ainsi qu'un rivière à travers </div><div>les années. La même rivière, les mêmes reflets.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Boutons d'or</b></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Je retourne peu à l'enfance, qui m'a pourtant laissé de nombreux souvenirs, d'anniversaires et de jours ordinaires, de tendresse et de coups. Mon enfance ne m'est pas un refuge, car elle percevait nettement, cruellement, ce qui piétine, efface, meurtrit.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Le seul îlot que je regrette aujourd'hui, c'est la maison de mes grands-parents maternels dans la campagne près de Nemours, et notamment ses boutons d'or. J'aimais ce nom, rond et sonore, et la couleur jaune que j'associais aux joies douces, à la gaieté tranquille. Ils poussaient derrière la maison parmi les herbes folles, sur un terrain légèrement ombragé par un saule pleureur. Il m'était interdit de les cueillir à cause de leur toxicité. Une fois, je m'étais frotté les mains contre eux, ce qui avait provoqué la colère de ma grand-mère : j'avais la peau couverte de cloques.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Quand je peine à trouver le sommeil, je me rappelle ce moment où, repentie, je m'étais assise près des boutons d'or, à distance respectueuse de leur poison, pour écouter le vent passer. C'était une belle journée de printemps où couvait un orage. 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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Postée en embuscade au coin des rues, j'agite mon filet malhabilement tissé.</span></span></div>
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<span></span><span>Mon inclination à répéter chaque jour les mêmes situations est épatante. L'un de mes grands délices, c'est de m'asseoir juste derrière les fenêtres et de regarder la rue ainsi qu'une babiole exposée en vitrine - muette, immobile, attentive.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Ce matin, je me trouvais encore dans ce café de Plaisance, enveloppée de mon étole d'étamine. La ville respirait comme une grande paume humide. Il n'avait pas cessé de pleuvoir depuis la veille au soir. À demi dissimulée par un rideau, je m'absorbais dans le spectacle des silhouettes à capuches qui se hâtaient vers moi sans me voir. La radio du café diffusait du piano en continu. Tout me semblait alors réaccordé dans la musique. La rue, aussi étrange qu'un monde submergé, ne se savait pas si lyrique. Pour moi seule, les gestes devenaient plus expressifs, comme s'ils étaient dansés. Et pour moi seule, les motos défilaient avec grâce. Je crois en Dieu certains jours de consolation. Ce matin, je n'avais pas besoin d'être consolée.</span></span></div>
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Avril.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Une clef s'échappe</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">des main d'un homme,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">une alliance glisse</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">du doigt d'une femme.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Je me demande ce</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">que j'ai pu</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">laisser tomber.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><strong>Sortie d'école</strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Le petit saute vers les pigeons :</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><em>Rhoa rhoaaa rhoaaa </em></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">s'exclame-t-il en montrant ses dents</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">qui ne sont pas au complet</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">dans sa bouche.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><em>Tu vois pas que tu déranges !</em></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">dit la grand-mère</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">et elle glisse un regard, un peu </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">compatissant</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">dans ma direction.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">C'était pourtant joli</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">toutes ces ailes effarées,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">et cet envol de gris cendré</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">vers les tilleuls en fleurs.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Mais je ne réponds rien.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Je me fais aussi un devoir</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">d'être adulte.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div>
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Aujourd'hui comme souvent j'ai pris un bus au hasard,<br />
je n'ai pas regardé sa destination, et le front appuyé<br />
contre une vitre, comme on colle son œil à une lunette<br />
astronomique, j'ai contemplé la galaxie urbaine,<br />
ses poussières amassées et ses planètes solitaires,<br />
avec leurs nébuleuses, leurs cratères, leurs ceintures,<br />
leurs levers de soleils et de lunes. Et j'ai pensé<br />
que toi aussi tu devais traverser ton propre univers,<br />
attentif au mouvement cadencé des comètes,<br />
occupé à fixer des destinées sur une carte céleste ou,<br />
qui sait ? En partance vers des étoiles inconnues.<br />
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font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Les terrasses des cafés,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">c'est l'extérieur </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">apprivoisé : la ville </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">qui te protège de la ville,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">comme une virgule</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">avant le bruit,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">une pause avant la foule.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Sur ces avant-postes</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">où je ne sais ce que je </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">vois, ni qui me voit,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">je médite : sans cafés</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">et sans rêves,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">que serait la ville, mise</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">à nu, et moi écorchée vive ?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>À ras bord</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Un homme bien habillé, accoudé au bar<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">d’un café des Batignolles, élève brutalement<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">la voix. « Si le vin n’est pas versé<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">à ras bord, il manque dix millilitres. Au bout<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">de trois verres, cela fait trente millilitres.<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">C’est du vol, Monsieur », affirme-t-il au serveur.<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Il réitère avec aisance la démonstration,<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">quoique ses jambes le portent à peine. <br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Les autres clients restent le nez baissé de honte.<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">« À ras bord, vous devez verser à ras bord,<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">il manque trente millilitres, je ne reviendrai pas,<br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">c’est une grande injustice ». Les gens</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">,</span></div><div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">ai-je pensé, ont parfois l’air de parler</span></div><div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">de tout autre chose que ce dont ils croient parler.</span></div><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: start;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; 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font-size: medium;"><div>Toute ville est une forêt abstraite, et non l'inverse de la forêt</div><div>Autre espace des clairières, des futaies, des rivières, de leur envers métallique</div><div>(Non négation) Négatif</div><div>Géométries de la lumière, où rôdent les choses sans demeure</div><div>La solitude surnaturelle des foules qui se frôlent</div><div>L'ailleurs le dehors sauvage non sauvage</div><div><br /></div><div>Image l'image mouvante</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; 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Clara,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">certifie qu'au terme d'examens gynécologiques</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Madame D. Aminata</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">née le 27/06/1992 en Guinée Conakry </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">a subi des mutilations :</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">ablation partielle des organes génitaux".</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Elle reste impassible, et me tend</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">une deuxième feuille.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">"État de la demande d'asile </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">par Madame D. Aminata :</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">REJETÉE</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">au motif que les preuves manquent</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">d'un danger encouru </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">dans le pays d'origine".</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Elle me demande de répéter.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Je réponds : "Rejetée".</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Elle me remercie. Grande, lasse, </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">les mains calmes. Elle range </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">soigneusement les papiers dans son sac.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Pleine lune</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La nuit à dix-huit heures </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">On se démultiplie</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dans les gouffres</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">des vitrines</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et ces reflets douteux</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">des bouches grand</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ouvertes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">On a peur d'y tomber</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dans notre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">gueule de loups</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La meute de lumières</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">détourne les yeux</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">comme si la ville était</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">sa faute</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">
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<span><br /></span><span><br /><br /><b>Les bagages </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><b><br /></b></span><span>À Paris, la tombée du jour n’a pas d’odeur. J’emporte avec moi les seuls jardins : ils sont accrochés à mes poignets.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Je bringuebale mes sacs de rose, de musc et d’encens. Ma camelote, c’est l’alphabet des tons et des parfums. Personne n’a l’usage de la langue qu’il compose. Il en émane une beauté de nature morte.</span></span></div>
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Jusqu'au</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">jourd'hui, où je regarde.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Les oiseaux jouent </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">de chapelle en chapelle </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">et monument funéraire.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Le vent est si fort qu'il</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">pourrait nous déraciner :</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">moi-même qui contemple </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">et les morts nourrissant </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">érables et tilleuls,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">chênes et marronniers,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">les morts qui sont partout </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">et nulle part à la fois,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">présents, mais cachés,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">comme on le dit de Dieu.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>À la nuit</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #111111; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times;">Deux heures et trente minutes dans les trains de banlieue. En hiver, ces trajets ne connaissent que les nuits et leurs ciels superposés : vitres, fleuves, tout est ciel quand il fait sombre. Sur les pavillons indistincts, ils promènent de gare en gare leurs rangées d'astres électriques. Je suis reconnaissante à l'obscurité d'animer les espaces qu'on ne visite jamais, </span></span><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times; text-align: start;">comme s'ils n'étaient conçus que pour être traversés. Les nuits éveillent les vies ainsi que des nuées de poussières, démultiplient les lieux et, de manière paradoxale, ce sont elles qui préservent ce qui semblait éteint. 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<span>De mon errance à travers le temps, il ne me reste que les débris. Ma mémoire les trame de fils invisibles, et les juxtapose comme des îles que l'on rassemble pour en faire le continent unique de sa vie.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Ce continent, j'ai exploré ses routes dans l'ignorance de leur nature. J'ai fouillé ses lieux sans savoir qu'y chercher, avant de les délaisser aussi mystérieusement que je m'en étais éprise, rassasiée de leur pauvreté.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span>*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Rue de Bagnolet</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La rue dévale</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la lumière orageuse</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dans la chaleur</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">étouffante.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Il y a des kébabs</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dont l'odeur</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">d'agneau grillé</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">est celle des dieux</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">anciens.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">On raconte</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qu'ils se sont retirés</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">loin d'ici</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">en eux-mêmes :</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">montagnes, f</span><span style="font-family: times;">orêts, </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">océans </span><span style="font-family: times;">ou Enfers.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mais le sacrifice</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui fait saliver</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les humains</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">n'a pas de pays</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ni de terme.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><b>À la ménagerie</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><div>Quel spectacle !</div><div>Des humains,</div><div>les visages semblables,</div><div>adultes, enfants,</div><div>chapeaux et lunettes,</div><div>portables.</div><div>Les bouches s'ouvrent</div><div>en o - "Oh !</div><div>La panthère,</div><div>tu as vu la panthère ?".</div><div>Ni neiges, ni steppes,</div><div>mais l'enclos </div><div>d'un rêve lointain.</div><div>Sur la vitre, les reflets </div><div>se rencontrent,</div><div>se séparent.</div><div>Moi aussi, on m'a volé</div><div>le monde, et je </div><div>ne m'en souviens pas.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><b>Square Boucicaut</b></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Il fait le tour de son jardin</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">en sens inverse</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">des aiguilles d'une montre</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><em>Salope</em></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><em>Connard</em></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><em>Pétasse</em></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><em>Enflure</em></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">lance le clochard</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">aux badauds incrédules </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"> </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Mais quand il m'aperçoit</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">il fond en larmes</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><em>Vous êtes la seule</em></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><em>qui m'ait aimé</em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span><br /></span><b><span>La cour</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span><br /><br /></span><span>Tache de souvenir. Mon petit cloître. Un battement de joie fait ricocher le temps.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Paroles de fenêtre à fenêtre. Désirs furtivement en place. On est samedi, j'ai revêtu ma robe lyrique.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span><span>Ton visage glisse dans le soleil comme un feuillage.</span><br />
<span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span><br /></span></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwv1vDjUoPYzxk3PaxjKkZVekLGMo-8BBQiHTxStWH4HCSIwlL3Y0spx4TVS_cfZHdLxAWKrbQ5SJdPpaMn0o9QgZ6Vxx79Rq0v5ZbIMZZv6ENBJ3vfLMg0-MgKlsJ9idgqShpu0cbzLp/s2048/20210715_235622.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1614" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwv1vDjUoPYzxk3PaxjKkZVekLGMo-8BBQiHTxStWH4HCSIwlL3Y0spx4TVS_cfZHdLxAWKrbQ5SJdPpaMn0o9QgZ6Vxx79Rq0v5ZbIMZZv6ENBJ3vfLMg0-MgKlsJ9idgqShpu0cbzLp/s320/20210715_235622.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Lettre à</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><b><br /></b></span><span><b><br /></b></span><span><b><br /></b></span><span>Chaque mot palpite dans l'air comme un secret, et même l'espace est un vacillement. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>C'est pourquoi j'aime marcher à vos côtés.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Je me voulais farouche </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Comme une bête</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Blottie sous mon image</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Mais vous me faites changer d'avis. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Saurai-je trouver en vous des cachettes où passer mes hivers ?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>On aperçoit à peine un mince liseré de joie au revers de nos manches. Du moins l'aperçoit-on.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Tendrement.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>Vieille-du-Temple</b></span></div><div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Comme ils pâlissent</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">les souvenirs mis sous cloche</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">juste avant la Toussaint</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">D'un autre automne</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">on a voulu conserver la lueur</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">jaunissante</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">les contours vagues</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Sur des nappes brodées d'or</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">une image de l'apôtre</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">saint Jude</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Pèlerin des effacements</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">je veux la buée</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">de ta mémoire sur le verre</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">je veux ton œil</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">où toute chose s'anime</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">avant qu'un blanc manteau</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">ne la recouvre</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Après la psy</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Tout est dit"</div><div>disais-tu</div><div><br /></div><div>Et tes yeux</div><div>accaparés par</div><div>tes pensées </div><div><br /></div><div>oubliaient de</div><div>regarder la rue</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div>
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<span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span>Nous voyageons, semble-t-il, sous le manteau d'un homme endormi. Un parfum de fleur s'en exhale au plein cœur de l'automne pour se mêler à nos délices.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Nous traversons des gares et longeons les chemins qui les relient. Nous ne portons pour tout bagage qu'un gris-chaud dans le ventre, et les trains que nous n'avons pas pris ne réveillent plus en nous la moindre nostalgie.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Nous partageons chacun la moitié d'ombre d'un bonheur, mais n'est-ce pas nous dire adieu ? J'égrène à Saint-Martin le fil des jours comme un rosaire, laisse-moi t'en faire encore l'aveu.</span><br /><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Cité</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Détour par</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">l'île de la Cité :</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les ponts et</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la Seine</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">sous le dôme</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de la brume</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mon beau jardin</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">d'automne</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La gangue </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dorée du froid </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">m'enserre </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">comme un corset</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Tu es belle</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><div>"Madame, tu es belle"</div><div>crie l'enfant à la fenêtre</div><div>à chaque femme</div><div>qui passe.</div><div><br /></div><div>D'être répétés, les mots</div><div>devraient perdre </div><div>leur valeur, monnaie</div><div>usée, obsolète ;</div><div><br /></div><div>mais je les crois vrais</div><div>quand tintinnabule</div><div>leur grelot si léger </div><div>au-dessus de ma tête.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Les singes</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>Cramponnés à la fourrure</div><div>rousse et ocre des adultes, </div><div>des tamarins-lions, </div><div>de quelques semaines.</div><div>"Famille des Callitrichidae"</div><div>est-il écrit sur un panneau </div><div>que tu ne sais pas lire, </div><div>toi qui de peu les précèdes </div><div>en ce monde, petite humaine.</div><div>"Des singes marrants",</div><div>dit une fillette. 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<span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span>Je me promène dans Paris, le cœur vacant. Inutile comme un dimanche ambulant. J'encombre les rues, les regards, les souvenirs.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>À 16h, tu dégringoleras la montagne Sainte-Geneviève. Je te rattraperai en bas. Nous irons longer le fleuve.</span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205132973013570601.post-82255831022517018172019-09-21T12:58:00.044-07:002023-09-27T03:04:57.263-07:00Poèmes de Viola Fischerová (traduction)<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div data-contents="true"><div data-block="true" data-editor="ed738" data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span data-text="true"><b>À Marta Železná</b></span></span></span></span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span data-text="true"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span data-text="true"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span data-text="true"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span data-text="true">Puis un dimanche matin</span></span></span></span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="4ef37-0-0"><span data-text="true">sur la place du village</span></span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="ed738" data-offset-key="dgub1-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="dgub1-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="dgub1-0-0"><span data-text="true">son visage soudain se fige</span></span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="ed738" data-offset-key="3ivj7-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="3ivj7-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="3ivj7-0-0"><span data-text="true">à l'idée qu'elle ne sait pas</span></span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="ed738" data-offset-key="4ho7n-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="4ho7n-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="4ho7n-0-0"><span data-text="true">où et quand </span></span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="ed738" data-offset-key="8lkjk-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="8lkjk-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="8lkjk-0-0"><span data-text="true">déjà dans son enfance</span></span></span></span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="8lkjk-0-0"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">en petite robe et bonnet</span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="ed738" data-offset-key="vkp0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="vkp0-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="vkp0-0-0"><span data-text="true">le mur éblouissant</span></span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="ed738" data-offset-key="9f9cm-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="9f9cm-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="9f9cm-0-0"><span data-text="true">se termine face au soleil</span></span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="ed738" data-offset-key="22dtl-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="22dtl-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="22dtl-0-0"><span data-text="true">et que ça fait longtemps</span></span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="ed738" data-offset-key="9n272-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="9n272-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="9n272-0-0"><span data-text="true">qu'a commencé la seconde</span></span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="ed738" data-offset-key="bng9b-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="bng9b-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="bng9b-0-0"><span data-text="true">de bonheur à venir </span></span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="ed738" data-offset-key="dahqs-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="dahqs-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span data-offset-key="dahqs-0-0"><span data-text="true">sur <span style="background-color: white;">l</span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span data-text="true">a place le matin</span></span></span></span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="dahqs-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span data-text="true"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="dahqs-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span data-text="true"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="dahqs-0-0"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span 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<span>allongés sur l’herbe au soleil</span><br />
<span>bien qu’éternelle</span><br />
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<span>est beau et comme sa forêt noire</span><br />
<span>repose avec grâce les collines</span><br />
<span>plus obscures et les ombres de l'aine</span><br />
<span>Mais c'est en vain</span><br />
<span>qu'elle connaît son secret</span><br />
<span>Un jour elle désirera sans rien assouvir</span><br />
<span>puis l'amour lui préparera</span><br />
<span>l'apparence d'une douce</span><br />
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<span>Je ne comprends pas</span><br />
<span>ce que je n'ai pas le courage de comprendre</span><br />
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<span>dotée d'une mémoire d'or</span><br />
<span>qui s'efface</span><br />
<span>ou dans les cafés qui l'ont vue grandir</span><br />
<span>à grignoter ce qui est pour elle</span><br />
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<span>sur le banc de la grande place</span><br />
<span>d'un village étranger</span><br />
<span>ses minces racines plongées</span><br />
<span>dans la poussière et l'argile</span><br />
<span>avec l'ancienne sonnerie</span><br />
<span>et l'odeur âcre</span><br />
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<span>Elle ne voit pas ce qu'elle entend</span><br />
<span>et ne comprend pas ce qu'elle touche</span><br />
<span>L'odorat éveille une mémoire</span><br />
<span>mais la mémoire des yeux ne parle pas</span><br />
<span>à la mémoire de l'ouïe et le toucher</span><br />
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<span>de l'inconnu</span><br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>Elle songe à faire ce à quoi </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">elle ne pense pas, fait ce qu’elle fait, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">commet différentes choses </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">au lit pendant des jours, <span>malgré celui </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui l'a abandonnée</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>
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<span>qu'elle ne désire plus rien</span><br /><span>un paysage révolu la rattrape</span><br />
<span>à l’ardent soleil de midi</span><br />
<span>- Un jour sur cette pierre-ci tu riais</span><br />
<span>dans les vagues</span><br />
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font-size: medium;"><b>À maman</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Et elle s'en va</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">des images aussi elle est abandonnée</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">fatiguée</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">elle ne redresse plus ses deux corps</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">sa personne raidie</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et la maison glacée</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">elle ne lutte plus </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">j</span><span style="font-family: times;">usqu'au matin </span><span style="font-family: times;">en chemise</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et chaussettes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Elle a déjà laissé</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">tout ce qu'elle n'a pas été,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">a été, aurait pu être,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Cela ne lui sert plus à rien</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Elle a même renoncé à la visite</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui ne vient pas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Elle est allongée en silence</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et rêve de son dernier arbre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; 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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><b><br /></b></span><span face=""><b><br /></b></span><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Mes mains, je les cache comme je peux, dans mes poches, dans mes manches, pour qu'on ne voie pas leurs tremblements ni leurs blessures.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Malgré l'éducation bourgeoise que j'ai reçue, et par un mystère de l'hérédité, j'ai la peau abîmée de mes aïeules ouvrières.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">J'ai des mains d'homme, longues et larges. Dans mon milieu, on dit plutôt "des mains de pianiste". Elles brisent, elles rompent, elles broient, le plus souvent par mégarde.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Mes mains ne connaissent ni les coups, ni les caresses.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Au creux de mes paumes courent des fleuves asséchés, des routes escarpées, des sentiers sans fin. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Sous ma peau, on aperçoit les rivières bleues de mes veines comme une carte fantôme.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Quand je suis seule, je secoue mes mains dans le vide, à un rythme effréné, pour stimuler mon esprit.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">J'ignore tout des pantomimes que j'interprète en rêvant.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Mes mains ont leur vie propre. Elles s'agitent, se joignent et se tordent à mon insu.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Le ballet de mes mains contredit mes paroles. J'acquiesce, mes mains esquissent un "non". Je refuse, mes mains se tendent pour accueillir.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Il m'arrive de serrer d'autres mains, mais avec réticence, du bout des doigts.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mes mains continueront sans doute à remuer après ma mort, pianotant, écrivant, tricotant. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Mes mains ne m'ont jamais pleinement appartenu.</span></span></div>
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Il y a ces pièces que je traverse en rêve, insituables, composites, sortes de no man's lands que je ne retrouve jamais. Il y a celles où je passe certes éveillée, mais sans y voir grand chose, de larges draps blancs dissimulant les meubles. Il y a celles où se jouent des scénarios répétés, dont les échos affaiblis me parviennent derrière les portes. Et il y a celles qui représentent un foyer quotidien, aux décors si familiers que je ne les remarque même plus. </span></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">J'aimerais parfois me faufiler dans cette demeure comme une intruse, me dédoubler en rôdeuse, avec des yeux d'étrangère et des mains de voleuse. 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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Ma tristesse apprivoisée possède un nom, des attributs, des quartiers, des phases. Elle s'inscrit dans un inventaire bien précis des affects.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Quand je pense à ce qui est mien, soupèse mes émotions, trace mes frontières, j'accorde une part privilégiée à cet état.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Mais j'éprouve également une tristesse diffuse, qui se manifeste par vagues, par à-coups. Celle-ci n'a ni lieux, ni appellations, ni limites.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Ce sentiment est si poreux qu'on pourrait tour à tour lui donner le nom d'ennui, d'angoisse, voire même de joie.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">J'ai toujours été triste, comme si ce mal-être était à la fois particulier et antérieur à moi-même.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">On attribuait jadis le tempérament mélancolique à la position des astres au moment de la naissance.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">De nos jours, on établirait plutôt des généalogies de la dépression.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">J'ai un penchant pour les personnes qui me ressemblent, les pensifs, les égarés, les abîmés. Ainsi la douleur me lie-t-elle aux autres comme un fil invisible.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">Il existe à mon sens des communautés de tristes qui s'ignorent, ou qui pensent partager autre chose qu'un mal-être.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><br /></span><span face="">C'est à la tristesse la plus sauvage que je m'adresse quand j'écris.</span></span></div>
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text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br style="color: #111111;" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br style="color: #111111;" /><strong style="color: #111111;">Mon quartier</strong><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">Il est le premier endroit où j'ai désiré vivre, celui qui m'a permis de saisir la dimension affective du mot "habiter".</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">Mes promenades les plus fréquentes en ont dessiné les limites, entre Montparnasse, Denfert-Rochereau et le boulevard périphérique.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">Mon quartier m'est d'abord apparu comme un dédale de petites rues fleuries entre les artères d'Alésia et de l'avenue du Maine.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">Aujourd'hui, ma carte intérieure s'est étendue, précisée, complétée, sans toutefois que s'éclaircissent toutes ses zones grises.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">J'aime cette idée qu'il me reste des territoires à explorer près des coins familiers, comme si une rue pouvait séparer l'aventure de l'habitude.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">Il est une autre façon d'appréhender mon quartier, cette fois purement sentimentale.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">Le monde se recompose selon mes rencontres et mes séparations d'avec des personnes, des objets, des lieux.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">Lorsque je me suis éloignée d'un homme aimé, ma cartographie intime en a ainsi été bouleversée, comme si l'espace s'était déchiré.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">On vante rarement les qualités esthétiques de mon quartier, surtout vers le boulevard périphérique, dont seules les nuits sont belles, quand les fenêtres des immeubles s'illuminent.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">Excentré dans Paris, ce coin du 14e représente une zone de transition entre la ville et sa banlieue.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">Provinciale installée à Paris, je me suis tout de suite sentie à l'aise dans cet espace d'entre-deux.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">J'ai abandonné bien des lieux sans regret, soulagée de fuir une pesanteur que je n'arrivais pas à définir.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /><br style="color: #111111;" /><span style="color: #111111;">Mais je ne pourrais quitter Plaisance sans y laisser un peu de moi.</span><br style="color: #111111;" /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; 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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je suis de ces caractères qui, sous le duvet trompeur de la mousse, sont taillés à vif, tout en angles et en raideur. Falaise à pic, j'offre peu de prise à la végétation, si ce n'est la fleur saxifrage qui s'enracine malgré la pierre. Je m'élance vers des hauteurs que je ne mesure pas, et ne tremble quand le ciel se déchire, quand la pluie aux torrents se mêle, quand les hivers brisent les vivants. Je suis une force qui s'ignore, un accueil aussi, pour des oiseaux de passage qui supportent le froid. Sans douceur ni tendresse, sans rien attendre en retour, je les protège dans mes infractuosités, mes pentes irrégulières, pleines de crevasses et d'entailles. Il reviennent, un an plus tard, au même endroit.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; font-weight: normal; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; font-weight: normal; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; font-weight: normal; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; font-weight: normal; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; font-weight: normal; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; font-weight: normal; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; font-weight: normal; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; font-weight: normal; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; font-weight: normal; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; font-weight: normal; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><b>Le caravage</b></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><div style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;">Tu dis que dans les tableaux en clair-obscur, les pigments sombres à la terre de charbon envahissent peu à peu la toile, infusant les autres teintes de leur noirceur. Tu dis que les œuvres s'obscurcissent jusqu'à ce que leurs formes disparaissent, rideau tiré sur une scène qui se dérobe à nos regards. Tu dis que de ce pigment sont aussi faits les fantasmes, comme si notre part la plus occulte trouvait le lieu d'où émaner.</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face=""><span style="line-height: 29.5631px;"><br /></span></span></span></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; 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C'est une ville de fantômes qui ne savent rien de leur condition, et qui recherchent malgré eux les traces d'une existence passée. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ils n'habitent pas ce lieu, ils y portent un deuil abstrait, dans une cage de pierre qui a l'apparence d'autrefois.</div><div><br /></div><div>Moi seule m'empare de la ville, puisque je la façonne, comme hâvre ou cauchemar.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ainsi Paris se prolonge-t-elle en moi, image mortuaire dans l'inconscient des songes, mais aussi, quelquefois, au détour des rues,</div><div><br /></div><div>un instantané où la lumière se fige, où des silhouettes hâtives regagnent leurs logements, où les rideaux se baissent. 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font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>POÈMES DE LOUISE GLÜCK EXTRAITS DE <i>L'IRIS SAUVAGE</i></b></span></h3><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; 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font-size: medium;">L'iris sauvage</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Au bout de ma douleur</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">se trouvait une porte.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Écoute-moi attentivement : ce que tu appelles la mort</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">je m'en souviens.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; 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La lumière pâle</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">du soleil vacilla sur l'espace aride.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Il est terrible de survivre</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">en tant que conscience</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ensevelie dans la terre obscure.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Et puis ce fut tout : ce que tu crains, être</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">une âme, et incapable</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de parler prenant brutalement fin, la terre âpre</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">se courbant quelque peu. 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<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">La terre, c'est cela ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Je n'y ai donc pas ma place.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Qui es-tu, à la fenêtre éclairée,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">toi dont les feuilles vacillantes de la viorne</div><div style="text-align: justify;">projettent maintenant les ombres ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pourrais-tu survivre où je ne subsisterai pas</div><div style="text-align: justify;">au-delà du premier été ?</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Toute la nuit les branches fines de l'arbre</div><div style="text-align: justify;">bruissent en remuant à la fenêtre lumineuse.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Explique ce qu'est ma vie, toi qui ne fais aucun signe,</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">malgré mes appels dans la nuit :</div><div style="text-align: justify;">je ne suis pas comme toi, je n'ai pour voix</div><div style="text-align: justify;">que mon corps ; je ne peux pas</div><div style="text-align: justify;">disparaître en silence -</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Et dans le matin froid</div><div style="text-align: justify;">sur la surface sombre de la terre</div><div style="text-align: justify;">les échos de ma voix partent à la dérive,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">blancheur que l'obscurité ne cesse d'absorber</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">comme si tu me faisais finalement signe pour me convaincre</div><div style="text-align: justify;">que toi non plus tu ne pourrais pas survivre ici</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">ou me montrer que tu n'es pas la lumière que j'appelais</div><div style="text-align: justify;">mais les ténèbres qui se trouvent derrière elle.</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">C'est ainsi qu'on vit quand on a le cœur froid.</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Comme moi : dans l'ombre, étendu sur une roche froide</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">sous les grands érables.</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Le soleil me touche à peine.</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Je le vois parfois au début du printemps se lever dans le lointain.</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Puis des feuilles poussent devant lui, et le recouvrent entièrement.</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Je le sens luire à travers elles de façon erratique,</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">comme quelqu'un qui frappe un verre d’une cuillère en métal.</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Tous les êtres vivants n'ont pas</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">le même besoin de lumière. Certains d'entre nous</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">fabriquons notre propre lumière : une feuille argentée</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">comme une route impraticable, un lac d'argent</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">peu profond, dans l’obscurité, sous les grands érables.</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Mais cela, tu le sais déjà.</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Toi et d'autres qui pensent vivre</div></span>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Sais-tu ce que j'étais, comment je vivais? Tu sais</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">ce qu'est le désespoir ; l'hiver</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">doit donc avoir un sens pour toi.</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Je ne m'attendais pas à survivre,</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">la terre m’engloutissait. Je ne m'attendais pas</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">à me réveiller, à éprouver</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">mon corps dans la terre humide</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">à nouveau capable de réagir, de se rappeler</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">comment s'ouvrir, après si longtemps,</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">dans la lumière froide</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">des débuts du printemps –</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">effrayée, oui, mais de retour parmi vous</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">m'écriant oui, risque la joie</div></span>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">dans le vent âpre du nouveau monde.</div></span>
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Hier</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la lune s'est levée sur la terre humide du jardin en contrebas.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">À présent, la terre brille de même que la lune,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">comme de la matière morte incrustée de lumière.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Tu peux maintenant fermer les yeux.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'ai entendu tes cris, et d'autres avant les tiens,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et derrière eux leur souhait.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je t'ai montré ce que tu désires :</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">non la croyance, mais la soumission</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">à l'autorité, qui repose sur la violence.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le vent qui retombe</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Quand je vous ai créés, je vous aimais.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Désormais, je vous plains.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je vous ai donné tout ce dont vous aviez besoin :</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un lit de terre, une couverture de ciel bleu -</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Plus je m'éloigne de vous,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">plus clairement vous m'apparaissez.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Vos âmes devraient être immenses maintenant,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ce qu'elles ne sont pas,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">petites choses parlantes -</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je vous ai offert chaque présent :</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">le bleu du printemps à l'aube,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">le temps que vous ne saviez employer -</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">vous vouliez davantage, ce présent-là</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui était réservé à une autre création.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Quoi que vous espériez,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">vous ne vous retrouverez pas au jardin,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">parmi les herbes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Vos vies ne sont pas circulaires comme les leurs :</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">vos vies sont le vol d'un oiseau</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui commence et s'achève immobile -</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui <i>commence</i> et <i>s'achève</i>, leur forme</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">faisant écho </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">à cet arc du bouleau blanc </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">au pommier.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Violettes</b> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Parce que dans notre monde</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">quelque chose est toujours caché,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">petit et blanc,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">petit et ce qu'on qualifie</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de pur, nous ne portons pas</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">notre deuil comme toi, cher</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">maître souffrant ; tu n'es pas</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">plus perdu que nous, sous</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">l'arbuste, l'aubépine aux rangs</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de perles semblables : qu'est-ce</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui t'a amené parmi nous,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui pourrions t'apprendre, même</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">si tu t'agenouilles et pleures,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">à joindre tes deux mains,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ne sachant rien, malgré toute</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ta grandeur, de la nature de l'âme</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui est immortelle : pauvre et</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">triste dieu, soit tu n'en as aucune</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">soit tu ne la perds jamais.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; 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color: #323232; line-height: 24px;"><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je voulais rester comme j’étais,</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">immobile, comme le monde ne l’est jamais,</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">non au cœur de l’été, mais au moment juste avant</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">l’éclosion de la première fleur, le moment</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">où rien encore ne s'est achevé -</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">non le cœur de l’été, l'enivrant,</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">mais le printemps tardif, l’herbe pas encore</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">haute à l'orée du jardin, les tulipes précoces</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui commencent à s'ouvrir -</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="bloc alignh-gauche" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #323232; line-height: 24px;"><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">comme un enfant hésitant à la porte d'entrée, observant les autres,</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ceux qui partent les premiers,</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un amas de membres crispés, épiant</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les échecs d'autrui, les vacillements exposés en public,</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="bloc alignh-gauche" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #323232; line-height: 24px;"><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">avec cette confiance féroce de l'enfant en une puissance imminente,</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">s’apprêtant à vaincre</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ces faiblesses, à ne succomber</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">à rien, l’instant qui précède</span></div></div><div class="bloc alignh-gauche" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #323232; line-height: 24px;"><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">immédiatement la floraison, l’ère de la maîtrise</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="bloc alignh-gauche" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #323232; line-height: 24px;"><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">avant l’apparition du don,</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">avant la possession.</span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="ligne" style="box-sizing: border-box; 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<div style="text-align: justify;">Jadis je croyais en toi ; je plantai un figuier.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ici, dans le Vermont, la contrée</div><div style="text-align: justify;">qui ne connaît pas d'étés. C'était un test : si l'arbre survivait,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">cela prouverait ton existence.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Selon cette logique, tu n'existes pas. Ou bien tu existes</div><div style="text-align: justify;">uniquement sous de plus chauds climats,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">dans la ferveur sicilienne, au Mexique, en Californie,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">où mûrissent les inimaginables</div><div style="text-align: justify;">abricots, les pêches fragiles. Si ça se trouve,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">en Sicile on peut voir ton visage ; ici, on aperçoit à peine</div><div style="text-align: justify;">l'ourlet de ton habit. Je dois prendre sur moi pour partager</div><div style="text-align: justify;">les récoltes de tomates avec John et Noah.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">S’il est une justice dans quelque autre monde, ceux</div><div style="text-align: justify;">que la nature force comme moi</div><div style="text-align: justify;">à mener une vie d'abstinence, doivent</div><div style="text-align: justify;">obtenir la part du lion en tous domaines, pour tout</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ce qui suscite la faim, l'appétit étant</div><div style="text-align: justify;">une façon de te louer. Et personne n’adresse ses louanges</div><div style="text-align: justify;">avec plus d'intensité, plus de désir réprimé que moi,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">et ne mérite davantage de s'assoir à ta droite, si elle existe,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">participant aux choses périssables, la figue immortelle</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>qui ne voyage p</span><span style="background-color: transparent;">as.</span></div></span>
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Je me suis comparée</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">à ces fleurs, le registre de leurs sentiments</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">bien plus infime et sans question ; et aussi au mouton blanc,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">en réalité gris : je ne suis faite</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que pour te louer. Pourquoi donc</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">me tourmenter ? J'observe l'épervière,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">le bouton d'or protégés des troupeaux</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">parce qu'ils sont vénéneux : la souffrance</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">est-elle ton présent, afin que </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">je sois consciente de mon besoin de toi, comme si</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">c'était nécessaire pour te louer,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ou m'as-tu abandonnée</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pour le champ, les agneaux impassibles </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui prennent au crépuscule une couleur argentée ;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les vagues d'asters sauvages et de chicorée qui brillent</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">bleu clair et bleu foncé, puisque tu sais déjà</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">combien ils sont semblables à ton habit.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
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<b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Vêpres : parousie</b></div></b>
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Amour de ma vie, tu</div><div style="text-align: justify;">es perdu et</div><div style="text-align: justify;">me voici de nouveau jeune.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Quelques années passent.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dans l'air résonne</div><div style="text-align: justify;">une musique de fille ;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">au jardin devant la maison</div><div style="text-align: justify;">le pommier croule</div><div style="text-align: justify;">sous les fleurs.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">J'essaie de te faire revenir,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">c'est toute la raison d'être</div><div style="text-align: justify;">de l'écriture.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mais tu es parti pour toujours,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">de même que dans les romans russes,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">tu as dit quelques mots dont je ne me souviens plus –</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Combien le monde est luxuriant,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">comme il est plein de choses qui ne dépendent pas de moi –</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Je vois les fleurs se flétrir,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">non plus roses,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">mais d'un vieux, vieux blanc jaunissant –</div><div style="text-align: justify;">les pétales semblent flotter</div><div style="text-align: justify;">et palpiter doucement</div><div style="text-align: justify;">sur l'herbe éclatante.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Quel néant tu étais,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">pour être si vite transformé</div><div style="text-align: justify;">en image, en parfum –</div><div style="text-align: justify;">tu es partout, source</div><div style="text-align: justify;">de sagesse et de douleur.</div>
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Ma tendresse</div><div style="text-align: justify;">devrait t'apparaître</div><div style="text-align: justify;">dans la brise du soir d'été</div><div style="text-align: justify;">et dans les mots qui deviennent</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ta propre réponse.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Il est temps de te reposer à présent ; tu t'es</div><div style="text-align: justify;">suffisamment agitée pour aujourd'hui.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Le crépuscule, puis le début de la nuit. Les lucioles</div><div style="text-align: justify;">dans la chambre clignotent çà et là, çà et là,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">l'été emplit la fenêtre ouverte de sa profonde douceur.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">N'y pense plus.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Écoute mon souffle, ton souffle</div><div style="text-align: justify;">comme des lucioles ; chaque soupir</div><div style="text-align: justify;">est un éclat où le monde apparaît.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">J’ai assez longtemps chanté pour toi, les nuits d'été.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Je finirai par avoir raison de toi ; le monde ne peut pas</div><div style="text-align: justify;">te donner cette vision prolongée.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tu dois apprendre à m'aimer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Les êtres humains doivent apprendre à aimer</div><div style="text-align: justify;">le silence et l'obscurité.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le lys argenté</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Les nuits se sont encore rafraîchies, comme les nuits</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">du début du printemps, et elles sont à nouveau calmes. La parole</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">te dérange-t-elle ? Nous sommes</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">seuls à présent ; nous n'avons pas de raison de nous taire.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Vois-tu, au-delà du jardin - la lune se lève.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Nous ne verrons pas la prochaine pleine lune.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Au printemps, quand la lune s'est levée, cela voulait dire</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que le temps était infini. Des flocons de neige</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">s'ouvraient et se refermaient, en s'envolant</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les graines assemblées des érables formaient de clairs courants.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Blanc sur blanc, la lune s'est levée sur le bouleau.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Et, dans la fourche où l'arbre se divise,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les feuilles des premières jonquilles, d'un vert-argenté très pâle,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">à la lumière de la lune.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Nous nous sommes tous deux approchés trop près de la fin</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pour redouter la fin. Par ces nuits, je ne suis même plus très sûr</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de savoir ce que signifie la fin. Et toi, qui as été avec un homme -</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">après les premiers cris,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la joie, comme la peur, ne fait-elle aucun bruit ?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>POÈMES DE LOUISE GLÜCK EXTRAITS D'AUTRES RECUEILS</b></span></h3><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><strong>Nostos</strong></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Dans le jardin se trouvait un pommier -</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">il y a bien de cela</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">quarante ans - et derrière lui</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">juste un pré. Des touffes</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">de crocus dans l'herbe humide.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Je me suis tenue près de la fenêtre :</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">fin avril. Les fleurs</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">printanières dans le jardin du voisin.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Vraiment, combien de fois</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">l'arbre a-t-il fleuri à mon anniversaire,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">le jour même, ni</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">la veille, ni le lendemain ? Substitution</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">de l'immuable</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">pour le changeant, l'évolutif.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Substitution de l'image </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">pour la terre sans répit. Que sais-je</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">de cet endroit,</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">du rôle d'arbre qu'un bonsaï a joué</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">pendant des décennies, des voix</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">s'élevant des terrains de tennis - </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Des champs. L'odeur de l'herbe haute, </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">fraîchement coupée. </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Comme on l'attend d'un poète lyrique.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Nous regardons le monde </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">une seule fois, dans l'enfance.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">Le reste n'est que mémoire.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em; text-align: start;">[Extrait de <em>Meadowlands</em>]</div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em><br /></em></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Hyacinthe, IV</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La beauté meurt : de là provient </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la création. Au-delà du cercle des arbres </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les courtisans tendaient l'oreille</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">à l'appel de la colombe, à la douleur</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qu'il transmettait, uniforme, innée ;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">et ils restaient à l'écouter </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">entre les murmures </span><span style="font-family: times;">des saules. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Était-ce le dieu se lamentant ?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ils écoutaient attentivement. Et l'espace</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">d'un instant, tout son n'était que tristesse.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">[Extrait de <i>The Triumph of Achilles</i>]</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Du Japonais, IV</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Nous nous promenions dans les jardins japonais,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">parmi les cerisiers dénudés,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">sur le chemin que tu avais choisi</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">sciemment dans la désolation de novembre </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">comme si c'était moi qui avais mis en ordre</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les pétales, les sombres</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">noyaux des fruits -</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Tout près, un petit garçon </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">faisait voguer son bateau de bois,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de-ci de-là, de-ci de-là.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le fil s'est soudain rompu ; le bateau</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">a été emporté vers la cascade.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Désormais, je ne connaîtrai plus </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la quiétude", as-tu dit, "puisque tu m'as menti,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ni la joie". L'enfant</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">a couvert son visage de ses mains.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Il est un autre monde,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui n'est ni d'air, ni d'eau,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">mais de vide où à présent </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un symbole est entré.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">[Extrait de <i>The Triumph of Achilles</i>]</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Le balcon</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>C'était une nuit comme celle-ci, à la fin de l'été.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nous avions loué, je m'en souviens, une chambre avec balcon.</div><div>Pour combien de jours et de nuits ? Cinq, peut-être ; pas davantage.</div><div><br /></div><div>Même sans nous toucher, nous faisions l'amour.</div><div>Nous restions au balcon dans la nuit d'été.</div><div>Et quelque part au loin, les rumeurs de la vie humaine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nous étions les monarques qui seraient bientôt couronnés,</div><div>bien disposés à l'égard de leurs sujets. Juste en-dessous de nous,</div><div>le bruit d'une radio allumée, un aria que nous ne connaissions pas alors.</div><div><br /></div><div>Quelqu'un mourant d'amour. Quelqu'un à qui le temps </div><div>avait ravi son unique bonheur, qui était désormais seul,</div><div>appauvri, sans beauté.</div><div><br /></div><div>Les notes frénétiques d'une peine insoutenable, d'isolement et de terreur,</div><div>les lentes phrases des mouvements ascendants, presque impossibles à exécuter,</div><div>tout cela dérivait sur l'eau sombre</div><div>comme dans une extase.</div><div><br /></div><div>Une si petite erreur. Et de nombreuses années plus tard,</div><div>la seule chose qui subsistait de cette nuit, des heures passées dans cette chambre.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>[Extrait des <i>Sept Âges</i>]</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Une œuvre de fiction</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">En tournant la dernière page, après de nombreuses nuits, une vague de chagrin m'a enveloppée. Où s'en étaient-ils allés, ces gens qui m'avaient semblé si réels ? Pour me changer les idées, je suis sortie marcher dans la nuit ; par instinct, j'ai allumé une cigarette. Dans l'obscurité, elle rougeoyait, comme le feu d'un survivant. Mais qui aurait pu voir cette lumière, ce petit point parmi les étoiles infinies ? Je suis restée quelques temps dans l'obscurité, et </span><span style="font-family: times;">ma cigarette rougeoyait tout en rapetissant, et chaque bouffée me détruisait patiemment. Si faible, si brève. Brève, brève, mais elle était désormais en moi, où les étoiles ne pourraient jamais se trouver.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">[Extrait de <i>Nuit de foi et de vertu</i>]</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205132973013570601.post-76895085666128121622019-05-03T03:58:00.434-07:002021-10-22T03:17:22.344-07:00Ljubljana de Meta Kušar (traduction)<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: times;">1.</span></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Quelle honte et quel malheur</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">de voir cet arbre dépérir.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Mon cher oiseau de paradis !</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Neuf paires de mains me retiennent.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le passé me déchire et me renforce.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Mon invisibilité me soustrait au danger.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Et mon jour de vacances, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">qui glisse dans le premier rayon.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le grain. La cannelle. Le miel.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Il traverse toute la maison,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">et se loge dans mes yeux.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Avec la plume de l'oiseau de paradis.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">C'est pareil dans un poème.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Les feuilles reverdissent.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Trnovo et ses palais.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le fleuve et les après-midis dans les saules.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Ô les étoiles scintillantes. Frottez les scalpels,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">que de leurs lames sorte du coton bleu,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">afin de guérir les morts.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">C'est ainsi que les enfants ont des ancêtres.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Amour, viens à nous !</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>2.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Où placer la mer Égée ?</div><div>Les baleines ? Les icebergs ? Les sources ? Le piano ?</div><div>Les sons, d'une nature glorieuse,</div><div>nous pouvons nous y reposer.</div><div>La suite des souverains occupa la cour </div><div>vingt ans durant, éparpillant ses bagages.</div><div>Sa jeunesse ruina les moissons,</div><div>frappa le visage de la ville,</div><div>et le roi fut entraîné à des jeux mortels.</div><div>Quand sera-t-il rappelé par une force inconnue </div><div>au travail et à la vie ?</div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>3</b>.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Tu es allé sous les saules épier des paroles.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Dieu lui-même entortillé </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">aux brumes </span><span style="font-family: times;">s'accrochant aux rivages.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Une rivière sans vagues. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Dans le soir flottait l'odeur </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">du roulé aux raisins tout chaud.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Alors tu étais heureux.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Cela faisait un bon moment </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">que tu ne l'avais pas été.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>4.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Penses-tu</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">qu'au-delà des lois de ce ciel et de ce monde</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">je voudrais encore que les choses aillent dans mon sens ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Fais en sorte, s'il te plaît, que mon poignet s'échauffe encore.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">J'écris encore un livre.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je mélange encore du beurre. La crème fouettée refroidit.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je prépare une petite valise pour New-York.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>5.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Si je cède aux instincts de la foule,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">l'Hôte ne craquera plus.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">La beauté s'échappera de la chair. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le spectre de la réalité aura une odeur distincte. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Cela brisera toutes les habitudes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Des décennies sur mes lèvres essaient d'attraper des rêves,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">qui avaient manqué leur t</span><span style="font-family: times;">emps jusqu'à </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">ce que leur temps vienne.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>6.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><div>Je ne veux pas répéter ces mots !</div><div>Un peu de tendresse habite ici,</div><div>qu'ils autorisent à peine.</div><div>On hérite d'abord des singularités.</div><div>Sur les lourdes chaises, </div><div>les tâches demeurent inaccomplies.</div><div>À Krakovo, la neige ruisselle au soleil.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>7.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Languissant, il pense au cachemire et à la mer de Grèce.</div><div>Râleur, enveloppé dans des écharpes rêches et chaudes,</div><div>qui piquent.</div><div>La toison d'or dans sa main gauche prend feu.</div><div>La jettera-t-il dans la rivière ?</div><div>Le découragement surgit de l'antiquité.</div><div>Dans le jardin du couvent, </div><div>il s'écroule sous les cerisiers.</div><div>Sauront-il le guérir ?</div><div>Je vois dans cette ville deux sortes de lumières.</div><div>L'une brille ici à la lisière.</div></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><b><span style="font-family: times;">8.</span></b><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times;">La nature demeure, l'esprit se promène.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Sous les châtaigniers et à travers le temps.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">De l'épaule jusqu'au cou.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">De la main au papier.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je ne m'y retrouve pas.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Cela fait des années que l'acoustique</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">de mon jardin se dégrade.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">L'emplacement est parfait, même</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">s'il est mis en gage.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Mes dettes défendaient ces racines.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je les payées avec des faits</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">que les gagnants n'ont pas pu</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">idolâtrer.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>
<b><span style="font-family: times;">10.</span></b><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Avec quel élan il a sauté dans le jardin des pierres.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Retourné l'atlas. Des mauvaises herbes éparpillées.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Poussé par la colère des dieux.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Il savait,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">il connaissait les galaxies,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">les galaxies qui consumaient tout héritage.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Des parterres de fleurs le soutenaient et un feu</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">et un feu le nourrissait.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">L'argile adoucissait les coups,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">les coups de l'histoire,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">l'histoire dispensant le bonheur,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">protégeant des inondations,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">inondations qui engloutiraient les parterres aux longues fleurs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Si les fleurs passent sous une cascade, elles cèdent.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Quel poids est-on capable de supporter !</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le Paradis envahit encore</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">et encore ce mois-là, poli</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">et brisé.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>11.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Les hommes de lettres ont concocté d'innombrables farces </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">et les femmes les y ont aidés. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Mais un diamant bleu </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">nous habillera de tout autres habits. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Les parades nuptiales dans des lieux inexistants</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">partent en fumée. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Au plein cœur de la</span><span style="font-family: times;"> nuit, un serpent abandonne sa mue. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Sur les bonnets d'enfants bordés de dentelle, la rosée s'est accumulée. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le refus est </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">amour.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>12.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">J'écoute les battements du souffle contre le bois.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family: times;">Un cygne fidèle envoie de la mie de pain.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Et de douces salutations attribuées à la lune.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Les plantes ramifiées sont dangereuses</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">et la sensualité nous blesse </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">si elle n'est pas précise.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">La pâte lève sur mes mains.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Dans mon cœur et dans ma tête </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">la même nuée d'oiseaux blancs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Effrayée.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>16.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Les lys blancs éparpillent </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">de vieux souvenirs sur du buis.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Vapeurs de café au lait.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">J'assaisonne d'estragon ma pâte.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Mots d'extase parmi les pierres,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">des feuilles au fond du ciel.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: times;">
<b>18.</b><br />
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Les saisons passent dans le corps et les nuages noirs –<br />
comme dans une jacinthe.<br />
La colère passe dans une fleur et<br />
flétrit le temps. La joie. Le vers. Le tout !<br />
Quel parfum le mimosa exhale-t-il dans l'astral ?<br />
Jusqu'où la lumière de la patience rayonne-t-elle ?<br />
Comment nettoierai-je l'entrepôt cosmique<br />
d'une nation sans perturber l'ordre de ses étoiles ?<br />
Où sont ces gens qui n'ont jamais frôlé la damnation ?<br />
Leur immortalité<br />
est vraiment originale.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>19.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><div>Je regarde un nuage</div><div>façonner librement le jour.</div><div>Piégé par les conséquences</div><div>il tente ce que personne jusqu'alors n'a accompli.</div><div>Les pluies mènent précisément là</div><div>où tout est déjà mouillé.</div><div>Fatiguée, en larmes et vide, j'écris.</div><div>L'esprit est en colère.</div><div>Je n'ai pas les mots,</div><div>si je n'y pense pas dans l'instant.</div><div>Que faire de la solitude de mes frères ?</div><div>De leurs forteresses négligées ?</div><div>Ils ne peignent plus les grues.</div><div>Ils se soucient autant des liserons en fleurs </div><div>que de ce paradis.</div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>21.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Comme il est terrible de perdre </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">sa part </span><span style="font-family: times;">d'humanité.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Esclaves à cheval, princes à pied.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Aimerais-tu vivre si simplement ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Écoute. Encore</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">et encore, l'aria est magnifique.</span></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times;">22.</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Il fait chaud. Le merle est silencieux.<br />Sur le chêne il écoute le chant des pinsons.<br />Son bec réduit en miettes le cours de l'histoire.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je ne distingue pas toutes les lignes.<br />Ni toutes les images qui doivent encore advenir.<br />Dans l'église, il fait froid.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">C'est seulement quand les voiles blancs</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">du respect sentent la violette</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">que le merle s'envole.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>23.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Une mouette se tient sur une pierre lisse.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">La mémoire fait de même</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">avant de s'envoler.</span></div><div>Avril lui tape sur les nerfs, </div><div>quand le jour en fleurs</div><div>s'assombrit.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times;">24.</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Les châtaigniers sont en fleurs sur l'avenue bordée d'arbres,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">mais une personne avec vertu réagit aux coups durs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Tu ne pèses pas de pierres.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Tu ne t'accroches à rien.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Tu ne tailles rien.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Tu regardes et tu souffres.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le cœur héroïque parle et tes rides </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">brillent de compassion.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Les mots sont accrochés ensemble, mais les pensées</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">font intrusion comme elles l'entendent.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Auprès des vrilles sèches et grises de la glycine</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">l'histoire s'enroule à un long balcon.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le matin, elle en tombe par grappes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>25.</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><div><br /></div><div>Les étoiles s'assemblent en larmes et déforment une veste.</div><div>Combien d'étoiles !</div><div>Elles dégringolent dans le jardin de rêve au pied du château ;</div><div>le matin, nous en recueillons des plateaux entiers.</div><div>Elles se changent en myrtilles, en baisers, en brioche,</div><div>dans la poussière poétique qui tombe sur la souffrance,</div><div>les plans et les pianos.</div><div>Peu de poèmes respirent.</div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><div>Il est des jours plus réels que d'autres.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times;">26.</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je m'embrouille dans les fils </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">de ma mémoire,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">de mes cinq sens, et j'erre.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Les lois existent,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">je ne les connais pas.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">J'observe le vent, la brume,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">à travers les branches.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">À travers les pétunias et le vers.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Sur une vieille tasse</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">quelque chose se concentre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">et glisse en moi.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le poète est bon tant qu'il craque</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">comme une asperge.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>27.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sous des branches coupées je conserve mes jours,</div><div>et mes soirs.</div><div>Ils s'élèvent dans un éclat,</div><div>dès que je le veux.</div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je ne prends plus mon élan de toute ma force.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Laissez la reine des souhaits changeants</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">maintenir sa cour. Aérer son palais.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Laissez-la tout désapprouver.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">C'est difficile</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">à comprendre,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">mais </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">je sais</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">que </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">le destin</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">existe.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">18. 11. 1948</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>29.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><div>Padoue s'effondre.</div><div>Et le Café Florian.</div><div>Et tu appelles un chauffeur</div><div>qui monte la garde à la jetée de San Carlo </div><div>parce qu'il ne sait pas</div><div>ce que veulent dire tes mots.</div><div>Peut-être sera-t-elle en blanc, peut-être en noir,</div><div>et aura-t-elle un sourire.</div><div>Les prétendants attendent,</div><div>que l'une des branches verdisse par miracle.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>30.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Les sables du désert semblent gâter</div><div>ta biographie.</div><div>Les hommes se précipitent à Babylone</div><div>afin de trouver les mots</div><div>que comprennent cent millions d'animaux massacrés.</div><div>Je sais la petitesse</div><div>auquel un poème est réduit</div><div>quand nul ne remarque nos doigt.</div><div>Ou ne nous dévisage !</div><div>C'est parce qu'ils ignorent pourquoi les mots existent.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>32.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Qui oublie écrit.</div><div>Sur le petit-lait, des attentes se forment.</div><div>Je vois comment la crème répartit les nations</div></span></div><div>lors même qu'elles rêvent.</div><div>Sur les villes ferventes seules</div><div>s'enroule une âme épaisse.</div><div>Ceux qui renaissent la portent,</div><div>mais pas dans les vallées</div><div>où la lumière ne brille jamais.</div><div>Où les lys rouges ne fleurissent pas.</div><div>C'est de la faute des créatures imprévisibles</div><div>si les oiseaux ne savent</div><div>quoi chanter.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>33.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">La langue perçoit la profondeur.</span></div><div>Et l'obscurité de la rose.</div><div>Et une paix qui ne recherche </div><div>pas les honneurs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Si je flaire un soupçon d'unité,</div><div>je chasse le malheur.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>
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<span>Quand la nuit tombe, les chansons</span><br />
<span>cèdent la place au silence.</span><br />
<span>Ljubljana rétrécit.</span><br />
<span>Les émeraudes étincèlent d'une ambition</span><br />
<span>qui ne peut égaler la rosée de Mai,</span><br />
<span>ni Jakob Schell,</span><br />
<span>sa richesse et sa générosité,</span><br />
<span>ni la cosmogonie des palais assassinés.</span><br />
<span>Ni quoi que ce soit de vert.</span><br />
<span>Une mine sous le jardin du gentilhomme</span><br />
<span>regorge d'un or qui ne sera jamais ciselé.</span><br />
<span>Un esprit dispersé ruine</span><br />
<span>les blancs sentiers et les paroles sereines.</span><br />
<span>L'amertume empoisonne les tombes</span><br />
<span>et d'immenses quantités d'air.</span><br />
<span>Une petite flamme sur un petit autel</span><br />
<span>menace de s'éteindre.</span><br />
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<span><b><br /></b></span><span><b><br /></b></span><span><br /></span><span>Ljubljana a des navires, et une mer</span><br />
<span>déguisée en rivière,</span><br />
<span>pour soigner nos blessures.</span><br />
<span>Les voleurs veulent qu'on récolte l'encre,</span><br />
<span>mais pas les poètes faiseurs d'arc-en-ciel.</span><br />
<span>On leur a dérobé leur fusil chargé d'ambre,</span><br />
<span>ils ne peuvent dire ni prophétie, ni prière.</span><br />
<span>Mais voyez comme la nuit l'espace rétrécit,</span><br />
<span>glisse et tombe. Ne cesse pas de tomber.</span><br />
<span>Qui sait pourquoi les colliers du matin</span><br />
<span>sont si clairs ? Et le papier blanchi ?</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>37.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Dodus, éclatants, les bouvreuils bondissent sur les branches</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">et les tracas dévorent les plus belles fleurs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Différents poèmes poussent</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">si je regarde le jardin chaque jour.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Très différents.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je mesure les voix d'après leur écho,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">les gouvernements aussi.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je ne compte pas les moutons, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">je ne suis pas à la recherche d'un berger.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le clocher de la cathédrale fond au soleil.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le ciel retentit. Les couloirs tremblent</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">dans la chaleur du jour. Mes doigts se collent.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Et la vérité chante, inclinée vers l'est, elle chante.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><b>38.</b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span>Sous le château, dans les effluves du sureau,</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span>le jour bascule.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span>Le cœur se retire à l'intérieur du conflit.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Des mots sensuels protègent les arches et les baldaquins,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">en ce temps où des visages pleins de hargne</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">se déchaînent sur la patrie.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Ces voleurs de beauté ne savent pas </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">qu'une ligne divine n'est jamais droite. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>39.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>L'hirondelle est perchée sur du marbre ancien.</div><div>La terre frémit.</div><div>L'oiseau attend qu'elle se change en pain.</div><div>Où est le sphinx qui pense, et voit, et sait ?</div><div>Je dois endurer</div><div>cette perte d'innocence !</div><div>Un magasin de cannelle abandonné</div><div>fleure les épices pendant deux cents ans.</div><div>J'appuie ma tête brûlante contre celle de l'éléphant.</div><div>Où est Indra ? Le Roi des Cieux ? Jésus,</div><div>es-tu dans le labyrinthe ?</div><div>Ils l'ont traversé, ceux qui dévorent le soleil.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>40.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Voici le jour destiné</div><div>au roi noir et à la reine blanche.</div><div>Qu'on ouvre grand les larges portes :</div><div>ils nageront à travers le lac au soleil de l'après-midi,</div><div>gardiens de ce monde unique</div><div>qui s'insinue entre les pierres dans les livres et les yeux,</div><div>à la source des pensées,</div><div>écrasant le soir absent. </div><div>Les proportions vénitiennes </div><div>ne brisent pas l'existence idyllique, </div><div>qui grandit par les sens.</div><div>J'ai peur pour toi, Europe kidnappée.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(À Francesco Robba dans l'église Saint-Jacques, 1723-1733).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>42.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Les quatre rivières du paradis se sont recroquevillées.</div><div>Le ciel s'effrondre au-dessus de la maison.</div><div>Sur son bord étincelant, Zeus</div><div>s'apprête à lancer un éclair. Le Christ </div><div>se contente de regarder fixement.</div><div>Il veut que je prenne le calice des mains de Théodora.</div><div>Il ne laissera pas la glace recouvrir mes carnets.</div><div>Je connais ceux qui enroulent le froid,</div><div>et le matériau brut, fruste de la folie.</div><div>De noires mutilations guérissent </div><div>quand on les regarde dans les yeux.</div><div>Elles gémissent comme des bébés nourris au sein.</div><div>Osera-t-on prendre le manteau qu'Élie nous a offert ?</div><div>Des mots, ce sont des mots ;</div><div>et ils brûlent.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>43.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Les générations font la queue </div><div>pour l'éclat métallique</div><div>mal-aimé des forgerons.</div><div>Parce qu'ils font la distinction entre de l'or et de l'or.</div><div>Parce que, d'une main tremblante, </div><div>leur fils pâle tend du pain </div><div>aux étrangers, afin qu'ils deviennent frères.</div><div>Vêtu d'un manteau orange, le père leur jette du jasmin.</div><div>Les chiens étendus dans les sables de Malabar,</div><div>boursouflés de chaleur, font abstraction de la gale,</div><div>de la famine, et accourent pour jouer. </div><div>Des cendres douces, parfumées, </div><div>s'assemblent entre nos dents.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>44.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Un petit bec picore la rosée</div><div>ne laissant pas la moindre trace.</div><div>L'étang veille sur l'errance des jeunes filles,</div><div>et sur leur désespoir.</div><div>Tout en jetant des cailloux, les senteurs</div><div>s'assemblent au-dessus de la canopée,</div><div>et se répandent sur la ville.</div><div>L'odeur indique où le clair de lune est passé.</div><div>Je surveillerai ma langue.</div><div>Dans un marais, le phœnix ne peut s'envoler.</div><div>Il plane sur un épais nuage.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>45.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Le paysage a une telle importance !</span><div><span style="font-family: times;">Ce n'est pas que de l'espace. Toutes les couleurs s'y trouvent.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Sur les petits cercles des miroirs, elles sont suspendues au chant.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">La nuit elles gardent les roses et me protègent.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Les cailles, éparpillées avec moi, ont apporté le manoir.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je sais que la glace se fendra.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je sais qu'elle se fendra.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je sais que les attentes seront couronnées de succès.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je sais. Le chant du froid est douloureux,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Bien plus encore que le temps, qui nous renvoie au nid.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>46.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Sur la surface de ma peau, par mon esprit tout entier, je la sens, </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">l'obscurité. Quand on coupe des acacias, on entend un lion rugir.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Un héros est victorieux s'il n'est pas trop pressé.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Les arbres pousseront sur </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">ses pas. Les actions sont des miracles.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Vous les fleurs, soyez patientes !</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Nous venons de chaque coin du ciel,</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">parler fidélité aux braises.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Histoires de nuit tombée.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Jusqu'à l'aube.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b>51.</b></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">La fierté n'est pas diabolique,</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">ce n'est que</span><span style="font-family: times;"> la baguette de Lucifer</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">décidant qui</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">doit parier quoi.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Lorsque le jugement dérape, la lumière se déplace.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Sur ses genoux, on aperçoit </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">les grains qu'on avait déjà décortiqués.</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;">Il est plus facile de trouver du feu dans du quartz,</span></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: times;">qu'un chemin à travers les étoiles.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Père dit :</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">tes mains sont celles d'une fermière.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Il les embrassa et mourut.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b>53.</b></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">L</span>a légende n'a pas dit</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">qu'un caractère pouvait tuer le cœur d'une ville.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">À Trieste aussi on se fait dépouiller, </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">mais d'une manière complètement différente.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">À Vienne, un bleu ancien l'adoucit.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">L'arme d'un poète n'est nullement ambigüe.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">L'acier, l'argent, l'étain ne lui résistent pas.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Il montre des drapeaux </div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">et ses blessures guérissent.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Ni excuse.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Ni promesse.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Il sait qui il est.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><b>54.</b></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Le poème est grâce.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Non pureté.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Persévérance.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Pas une croix.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Parce qu'il l'a déjà été.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">Bien avant une tige</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;">verdissante.</div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><b>55.</b></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Me manquent de puissantes phrases comiques.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Quand la lune et moi sommes face à face,</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">quand j'observe une rose,</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">elles n'osent pas s'approcher.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Le Dieu de ce jour fête son anniversaire.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Lui, il a de ces mots.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Un avenir qui est un présent.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Un présent qui est éternel.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">28 novembre 1999.</div></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b>56.</b></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Ses habits ont un éclat soyeux. Ni la gloire,</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">ni le mépris ne le perturbaient. </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Les poètes </span><span style="font-family: times;">ne renoueront pas avec lui, </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">parce que ce sont des égoïstes.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">Messianisme dans l'estomac, dans le cœur </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">nulle compassion. L'expérience </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">connaît </span><span style="font-family: times;">l'expérience. </span><span style="font-family: times;">Quand on les oublie </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">sur des plumes blanches, les mots</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">d</span><span style="font-family: times;">emeurent éparpillés, </span><span style="font-family: times;">denses et coriaces, </span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;">sur l'autel du matin.</span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b>57.</b></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Il est des brumes qui ne se dissipent jamais,</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">mais que le soleil éponge.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Où est la maison ? La souffrance l'a-t-elle troublée ?</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Serez-vous reconnue de votre propre sang ?</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">De jeunes mésanges zinzinulent au milieu des questions.</div><div style="min-height: 1.25em;">Dois-je les nourrir ou voler avec elles ?</div></span></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><br /></div><div style="color: #111111; min-height: 1.25em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="font-family: times;"><b><span>59.</span></b><br />
<span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span>Les pommiers en fleurs me montrent que derrière eux</span><br />
<span>se trouvent de nombreuses villes agglutinées. Les fleurs</span><br />
<span>s’envolent vers les clochers de Trnovo, et au-delà</span><br />
<span>jusqu'aux marches où le livre des heures les recense.</span><br />
<span>Le bonheur rend nos yeux insatiables.</span><br />
<span>Chaque soir les villes reviennent sous les arbres.</span><br />
<span>Nous sommes encombrés de préhistoire, d’hier,</span><br />
<span>et d'objets pour la mort, qui jonche une urne</span><br />
<span>de sa blancheur, et qu'on écarte. Où sont ces coursiers</span><br />
<span>auxquels nous pouvons dire ce qu'il faut faire ?</span><br />
<span>Laissez-les cuire le pain ! Plantez des pommiers !</span><br />
<span>Apaisez l'atmosphère !</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>63.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">La poésie n'est pas mourante. Orphée se trouve </span><span style="font-family: times;">là où il a toujours été.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">En mon for intérieur, des amis se rassemblent,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">dans les villes, les siècles s'embrassent.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Jésus a constitué une fraternité pour tous,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">mais le caractère sera toujours aristocratique.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Les savants s'approchent de lui, les paysans le suivent aveuglément.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">La vaste mer est la paix en vue de laquelle il s'avance.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Avec un vers à chaque croisement.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Comme on vit à chaque instant l'éternité !</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>64.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Un vent mauvais ruine mes mots.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Dois-je le combattre à l'épée ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Une vie brisée se rétablit</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Au-dedans, puis au-dehors.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Parmi les marguerites, pousse </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">une parole puissante,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">qui laisse flotter son drapeau.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">La joie lui souffle en pleine figure.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>66.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Deux cœurs baroques apparaissent en silence.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Comment transcrire la repentance ? La gloire ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Donner un coup de crayon ? </span><span style="font-family: times;">Ou bien goûter l'eau vive ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Ou encore imprimer tant le palais que l'esprit ?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Comment savoir que mes mots mettront exactement en scène</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">mon histoire ? Quand je reprends mes habitudes,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">je ne fais que copier la vie.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Un tigre n'est pas extraordinaire, partager un petit-déjeuner,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">c'est effacer les siècles entre Krishna et le Christ.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Peut-être les buissons athées ne peuvent-ils le voir.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Qu'en est-il du faîte des arbres ? Des circonvolutions baroques -</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">le neveu du magicien.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>68.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div>Les plaisirs sont opaques et limpides.</div><div>De même les portails principaux.</div><div>Y a-t-il des espaces qui n'existent pas encore ?</div><div>Dans une ville, un autre lieu, et puis un autre.</div><div>Dans une rivière, un courant de plus. Ou deux.</div><div>L<span style="font-family: times;">e bruit s'intensifie tout à coup, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">mais reflue doucement,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">comme un chemin blanc à travers le jardin.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>69.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je suis frappée par le destin.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Dans un vieux vase, sur les bourgeons des azalées, </span><span style="font-family: times;">se forme </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">du satin neuf. Et là aussi, sur le coffret.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">J'entends de derrière la porte les pleurs déchirants d'une âme,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">qui veut entrer. Cela prendrait un siècle</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">débordant de vases et de chaises, et pourvu de balcons,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">pour qu'un navire jette son chalut sur les surfaces </span><span style="font-family: times;">célestes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Un poète est un artiste et un pêcheur à la ligne. Ce n'est pas simple.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">18. 11. 2000.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i>À Gregor Strniša pour son soixante-dixième anniversaire.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times;">
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<span style="font-family: times;"><span><b><span><br /></span></b></span><span><b><span><br /></span></b><b><span><br /></span></b>Si j'étudie le ciel, je vois comment émergent les pensées.</span><br />
<span>La joie purifie mon cœur.</span><br />
<span>Je vois le destin plus tendre qu'une fraise mûre.</span><br />
<span>On ne peut revenir en arrière. Je la tiens entre mes doigts.</span><br />
<span>Le jus rouge tombe sur la pierre goutte à goutte.</span><br />
<span>La pression n'écrase pas l'esprit. Si on la laisse faire,</span><br />
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<span>Voilà l'histoire des fruits, et du soleil qui brille sur eux.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i>À Aleš pour son quarantième anniversaire.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>76.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><div>Colère et fureur</div><div>ne renouvelleront pas la création.</div><div>Une émotion tressautant d'une charge électrique</div><div>fait éclater une épée.</div><div>Il pleut doucement sur les ruines.</div><div>Parce qu'elles étaient protégés par des mûres sucrées,</div><div>la solitude rajeunira les chambres de son désir.</div><div>Les clématites bleues se balanceront dans la clarté du jour.</div><div>Que voit le lierre quand il sort de la tombe ?</div><span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Meta Kušar, </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>extraits de<i> Ljubljana</i>, Cankarjeva založba, 2004.</b></div></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: times;">Traduit du slovène par Oriane Celce.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ainsi les cygnes du <i>Lac </i>représentent-ils autant des personnages qu'un univers mouvant, tour à tour nuées d'oiseaux, vent dans les joncs et ondulations de l'eau. Le corps de ballet est à la fois cygnes et lac. Le cortège qui entoure Odette se métamorphose sans cesse pour faire écho à ses lamentations, d'un mouvement plaintif ou consolant, à l'inverse de ces figures inquiétantes (Odile, Rothbart) qui se transforment aussi, mais pour abuser le prince perdu dans les contrées du rêve. Les merveilles qui se produisent sous nos yeux comportent de fait une part sombre, qui est peut-être l'envers de tout conte de fées. Leur monde</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> ne renvoie pas à un système donné de significations, mais nous trouble en ce que chaque signe-cygne y est susceptible de se renverser.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Inquiétude et envoûtement, c'est ce que j'ai ressenti le samedi 9 mars devant le spectacle que nous offraient Paul Marque (Siegfried), Myriam Ould-Braham (Odile-Odette) et Axel Magliano (Rothbart, etc.). L'histoire qui nous était contée ressemblait à peu près à celle-ci: un jeune homme rencontre un oiseau rare dont il s'éprend au premier regard. Ils ne forment bientôt qu'un, le prince évoquant parfois un cygne, quand Odette lui donne son cœur de femme. Tromperies et maléfices les séparent dans une longue agonie qui traduit autant l'adieu à l'autre que la perte de soi; et tout disparaît dans une brume - le lac, l'amour, le rêve.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">S'agissant de la musique, il est difficile de ne pas se laisser emporter par les airs célèbres devenus aussi emblématiques du ballet classique que les battements d'ailes d'Odette, même s'il faut garder à l'esprit que la partition a été profondément révisée par Riccardo Drigo. Si vous me pardonnez cette image, la musique du <i>Lac </i>de Noureev est à Tchaïkovsky ce que le yaourt aux fraises est au fruit: on y trouve d'authentiques morceaux, mais totalement mélangés. Par exemple, le passage qui accompagne le fameux pas de trois d'Odile, Siegfried et Rothbart au troisième acte figure au début de la partition originale. Drigo a réagencé l'œuvre en y ajoutant par ailleurs des extraits qui n'ont rien à voir avec le <i>Lac des cygnes. </i>D'où cette impression d'écouter un aimable pot-pourri de thèmes durant la représentation!</span><br />
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Est-ce la lune et les étoiles,</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Je vis loin de toi.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dans un autre espace</div><div style="text-align: justify;">nous parcourons la même route</div><div style="text-align: justify;">au même moment.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nerveuse,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">je passe dans ta rue,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">désireuse de te voir,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">effrayée par ton ombre.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nord-Sud -</div><div style="text-align: justify;">c'est ici que je dois te rencontrer</div><div style="text-align: justify;">selon la pointe de mon compas.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Et pourtant, aveugle,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">je poursuis le soleil.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Est-Ouest,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">jour et nuit</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ne cessent de se transformer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Je ne les compte même plus.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">J'espère te rencontrer.</div>
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De trace en trace. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ainsi grandit ce qu'on appelle notre maison.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">La frontière entre la sécurité du tunnel et l'espace insoutenable. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Elle revient de plus en plus loin, toujours par les mêmes chemins.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Elle n'apporte avec elle ni messages, ni prophéties.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Un point final à une phrase de plus en plus complexe.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Et il n'existe pas de mot pour nommer ce qu'elle est.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Quand elle disparaît dans son labyrinthe, seul demeure cet espoir </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Qu'il existe au moins des mots pour nommer ce qu'elle n'est pas.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i>Aleš Šteger</i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i><br /></i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i><br /></i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i><br /></i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i><br /></i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i><br /></i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i><br /></i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i><br /></i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i><br /></i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i><br /></i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i><br /></i></p></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*******</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Sinon celles de la mémoire.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Pourtant, quelle place il y a pour la mémoire</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Il y a même assez d’espace</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Pour les lettres de ma grand-mère,</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Sur la grandeur d'un tel espace</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">On doit marcher à pas feutrés.</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Tout entier suspendu par un invisible cheveu blanc,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Il tremble comme les branches d'un bouleau</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">« Tes doigts sont-ils assez longs</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Pour appuyer sur de vieilles touches </div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Qui sont autant d'échos :</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Le silence est-il assez fort</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Pour ramener la musique à sa source</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Puis de nouveau à toi</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Cependant je prendrais ma grand-mère par la main</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Pour la conduire à travers de nombreuses choses</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Qu'elle ne comprendrait pas ;</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">C'est pourquoi je trébuche. Et la pluie ne cesse pas sur le toit</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Personne ne m'a dit comment marcher dans la ville nocturne</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">pour ne pas entendre les pleurs</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">comme la plus haute corde du violon</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">tendue de l'infini à l'infini</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">la nuit et cette nuit est sous la pierre</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">je marche tout près d'elle au-dessus en-dessous</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">mais personne ne m'a dit comment marcher</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">au bord de la pierre</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">de quel angle tomber</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">de quel angle prendre les os creux des oiseaux</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">que Prague est un grand antidote dilué par la Vltava</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">se répandant comme le drapeau présidentiel sur le Château</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Le soir un paysage magique</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Baigné</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dans des lacs noirs</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bordé</div><div style="text-align: justify;">De chemins vides aux lisières</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Inspirera toujours</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Les étoiles</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Avec à l'automne</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Le merveilleux éblouissement</div><div style="text-align: justify;">De deux yeux invisibles</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Et les larmes, que lisent-elles ? Quels livres ?</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">qui se contentent de feuilleter au hasard ?</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Sont-ce des larmes qui se reconnaissent</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">dans un seul vers</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">et gardent la nostalgie d'un second ?</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Si je mets le feu à la charpente blanche de la maison, la flamme</div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">sera-t-elle plus claire que le poids qui tombe de nos corps ?</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Plus claire que la samba ? Plus que ma tête juteuse ?</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Je suis entouré de neige. Tu danses. Sous les arbres</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">immenses et verdoyants avec tes tristes yeux juteux.</div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Nous écoutons des rimes et les pantoufles des pinceaux.</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Les prés où l'on voit la mousse et ce qui, sous la mousse,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Se mêle. Un lynx blanc grattant une gorge d'un vert sombre.</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">j'engraisse pour ne pas être déchiré sur les hauteurs</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">par les nuages, roses, bleus, violets, et les fleurs,</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">J'ai marché sur la neige</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">J'ai laissé des traces</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">On m'a pourchassée comme un yéti</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">puis visée comme une bête curieuse.</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Trop épuisée par le réel, peut-être</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">ai-je nourri un penchant pour la mort</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">ou simplement une envie de devenir</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">symbolique.</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Il y a un pré où poussent de vieux</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"> pissenlits blancs,</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">que nulle force humaine ne pourrait</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">éradiquer tout à fait.</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Les bâtiments monotones des dortoirs se trouvent là,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"> les portes rapprochées,</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">les commencements engloutis, et aucune fin à l'horizon.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Quand je me retourne, mon défunt père </div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">est allongé dans le pré où poussent les vieux pissenlits,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">le corps monstrueux de l'enfance pesant sur lui :</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;"> et le vent qui souffle par blanches bouffées</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"> sur le cadavre, c'est moi</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"> dans ma robe à pois</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"> avec un sac de petite fille</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"> piétinant une main, une jambe,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"> une épaule.</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">C'est mon cimetière.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">J'y viens souvent</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">sans fleurs, qui s'élèvent à une effroyable</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">vitesse, c'est leur boulot,</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">vieillissant, blanchissant, de plus en plus loufoques.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Elles attendent le vent que souffle le dieu de l'enfance.</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Mais désormais, le dieu de l'enfance, ce n'est que moi.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Quand, de nom propre,</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Ses trois voyelles</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Ses consonnes</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">effleurant mes lèvres </div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">comme un baiser.</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">J’aime ton prénom.</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Je ne cesse de le répéter</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">sous la pluie d’été.</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Je le vois, discret</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">au milieu de l’alphabet</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">comme un souhait.</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Dans la nuit, j’en ai fait</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">rimer, rimer, rimer</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">avec le monde entier.</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">À la recherche</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Du crépuscule d'hier</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Dis-moi, dis-moi le secret de ton cœur vierge,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Dis-moi le secret de ton corps sous la terre,</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Je veux savoir pourquoi désormais tu n'es qu'eau,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Ces rives froides où des pieds nus se baignent dans l'écume.</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Quand il te touche et t'abandonne</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Comme un vent qui ne porte qu'un oiseau ou une main.</div>
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<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Attend sous la terre les oiseaux impossibles,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Cette chanson totale que forment les rêves</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Au-dessus des paupières quand ils passent sans bruit.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh toi, la chanson, qui à un corps vivant ou mort,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">À une belle créature dormant sous la terre,</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Chantes une couleur de pierre, de baiser ou de lèvre,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Chantes comme si la nacre dormait ou respirait.</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Cette taille, la minceur de cette triste poitrine,</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Cette boucle vacillante qui ne connait pas le vent,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Ces yeux où ne vogue que le silence, </div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Ces dents d'ivoire bien protégé,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Ce souffle qui ne fait pas frémir les feuilles précoces.</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh toi, le ciel riant, qui passes comme un nuage,</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh toi, l'oiseau joyeux riant sur une épaule,</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Fontaines dont les eaux fraîches s'entremêlent à la lune,</div>
<span><div style="text-align: justify;">Douces étendues d'herbe que foulent des pieds adorés!</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
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D'une beauté</div><div>intacte, malgré les miroirs retournés</div><div><br /></div><div>se tient-elle à la fenêtre, cherchant du regard </div><div>la jeune fille d'autrefois</div><div>passant près des violettes ?</div><div><br /></div><div>Le vent souffle et souffle</div><div>sur la maison de Perséphone, les fleurs </div><div>lui répondent en inclinant la tête.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Catabase</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>Ce n'était que le rêve </div><div>d'une histoire naturelle.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dans le musée des souvenirs,</div><div>les os des sentiments </div><div>polis par les années ; ivoire</div><div>brillant et doux. </div><div><br /></div><div>De vertèbre en vertèbre,</div><div>tu descendais une gamme</div><div>le long de la mémoire.</div><div><br /></div><div>Si la musique te guidait,</div><div>pourrais-tu retrouver </div><div>ce qui demeure sous terre ?</div><div><br /></div><div>Je n'ai d'outils que mes mains</div><div>qui ne savent pas creuser.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b>Perséphone II</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je fus un être de colère ; avant cela, de chagrin. Je prenais part à des festins amers, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Où la tristesse emplissait les coupes. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">À des noces cruelles, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je buvais plus que de raison. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">De libations en sacrifice - et pour quel dieu ? - Mon corps devint plus affûté </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Comme une pierre faite pour déchirer, Transpercer l'air d'un seul mouvement. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je fus un être singulier, tout entier rassemblé </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Dans cette force contenue. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Pur, sans calcul. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Mais je priais des nuits durant, pour que le gel </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Me fende, et que mon éclatement </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Fasse naître sur la terre de froides semaisons.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><b>Eurydice</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>De quelles fêtes portes-tu</div><div>la nostalgie ? Tu n'y étais</div><div>pas invitée.</div><div>En vain ta voix tente</div><div>-t-elle de ranimer </div><div>un passé</div><div>que tu n'as pas connu.</div><div><br /></div><div>Incantations amères</div><div>comme les fruits secrets</div><div>qui mûrissent sous la terre.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nul n'a su t'enseigner</div><div>la mesure de son chant.</div><div>Tu es restée distante,</div><div>de tout homme étrangère.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dans la nuit, tu danses</div><div>au rythme de ton souffle,</div><div>pour toi seule.</div><div>Mais tu prétends bercer </div><div>le souvenir </div><div>d'un printemps oublié,</div><div><br /></div><div>de sources taries</div><div>et de rosiers sauvages.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; 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L'amour lui en a demandé</span><br style="line-height: 28.5631px;" /><span style="line-height: 28.5631px;">L'obole. Depuis, tout brûle,</span><br style="line-height: 28.5631px;" /><span style="line-height: 28.5631px;">Sous une voûte invisible à ses yeux dilatés.</span></span></span></span><br /><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*******</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Décembre </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div>L'hiver est plein d'épines, même si la forêt est lointaine. </div><div><br /></div><div>Il y a des épines sur le bout de nos doigts, et un sommeil nous guette.</div><div><br /></div><div>Il y a des épines dans nos gorges. Les voix sentent les pianos quand on ouvre leur aile noire. </div><div><br /></div><div>Il y a des épines dans les yeux des passants. </div><div>Dans la charité publique.</div><div>Dans l'éclat des guirlandes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Il y a des épines qui jonchent les allées des jardins, mais s'ils bruissent à nos oreilles, ils demeurent invisibles.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nous sommes des jésus grelottants, qui cherchent leur couronne. </div><div><br /></div><div>Une épine rêve de sa rose, et la rose dort sous le givre.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>*******<br /></span>
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<span><span>*******</span></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><b><span style="font-family: times;">Tzipporah</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Ta beauté me saisit comme le bec cruel d'un oiseau.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Tu as des airs de rapace, avec tes yeux perçants et ton nez recourbé, créature nocturne qui m'observe patiemment.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je ne sais où tu vis. Dans une chambre sous les toits, ou dans les arbres hauts ? </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je ne sais si tes manières sont de mauvais augure.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Je rêve parfois que tu m'enlèves, tes serres enfoncées d'un seul coup dans ma chair.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">C'est ainsi que je t'aime : sans douceur, abritée sous tes atours d'oiseau calme, obscure.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>*******<br /></span>
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Demain quelques pétales</span><br />
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<span>Elle avance affamée,</span><br />
<span>Les dents luisantes.</span><br />
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<span>Le jardin qui repose</span><br />
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<span>Et son haleine</span><br />
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<span>Tandis qu'elle courtise</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Du bleu, une fresque d'un bleu azur,</div><div>où rien ne se détachait, mais</div><div>émergeait confusément, comme </div><div>d'un magma. Au commencement, il y</div><div>avait ce bleu. Les anciens Grecs</div><div>n'avaient pas de mot pour le dire ;</div><div>c'était une couleur fantôme.</div><div>Nuance première, pourtant, de mes</div><div>souvenirs. Le monde humain est tel :</div><div>le ciel qui nous surplombe et, dit-on, </div><div>la mélancolie, la "bile noire", qui elle</div><div>aussi, avait dû prendre ce ton.</div><div>Toi qui avait son visage, pensif et </div><div>tendre, tu en étais contaminée.</div><div>Le bleu venait s'immiscer jusque</div><div>dans tes yeux sombres, il imprégnait</div><div>tes lèvres, et courait sous ta peau,</div><div>en fine toile pareille à la mémoire.</div><div>Tes habits mêmes avaient sa teinte,</div><div>ces chemises que tu reprisais,</div><div>et tes bijoux de pacotille, brillants</div><div>de fausses pierres précieuses.</div><div>Bleue, tu étais bleue, et je tentais,</div><div>à l'horizon de la ville, de discerner</div><div>le vert qui ouvre les rameaux, </div><div>qu'un petit bec arrache aux déserts </div><div>du bitume, aux marées de lumières,</div><div>aux rêveries des reines déchues.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>*******<br /></span>
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<span>Sur les terrasses marines court une rumeur. Chacun tend l'oreille à ses accents de sel, sauf lui.</span><br />
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<span>Dans le pays, ce sont partout ses noces que l'on évente.</span><br />
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font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ma nuit ?</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Où flânes-tu donc</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Nomade ?</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Jusqu'à l'aurore</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">J'ai veillé</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">À rompre la lune</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">De pain noir</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Pour la tendre</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">À ton cœur mendiant</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Sept</b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Je cache dans mes bottes sept</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">lieues de colère, sept chambres</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de Barbe-Bleue. Sept fils</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">qui ne naîtront pas. Le père</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">tourne sept fois sa langue d'ogre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dans sa bouche. Sept fois sept fois</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">sept mots ricochent contre le cuir.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Question d'arithmétique. Les mots</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">tus se démultiplient, et la colère</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">aussi. Je soigne sept couples</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de pigeons aux ailes ensanglantées</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dans l'arche de mes bottes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">À leur bague est attachée</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la nouvelle de mes morts.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Le septième jour, je ressuscite.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div></span>
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