tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84006780484278934832023-11-16T12:56:00.438+01:00Carnets de VieGarder en mémoire le jour qui passe, l'instant de vie. Retenir ce qui glisse, la trace invisible sous le regard, en creux. Les visages et les voix. Le souffle, l'envie, la joie.
Capter la lumière, l'émotion. La couleur du silence. Respirer. S'accorder l'échappée belle. Faire allégeance ou refuser.
Ecrire. Choisir. Donner forme au monde. Tant qu'on peut.K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.comBlogger567125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-8512069960971119462013-02-18T00:30:00.000+01:002013-02-18T00:30:52.098+01:00Arabesque<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: blue;"><b>"Dans la forêt aux éclats dispersés de soleil, immobile forêt d'antique effroi, il allait le long des enchevêtrements, beau et non moins noble que son ancêtre Aaron, frère de Moïse, allait, soudain riant d'insigne jeunesse et amour, soudain arrachant une fleur et la mordant, soudain dansant, haut seigneur aux longues bottes, dansant et riant au soleil aveuglant entre les branches, avec grâce dansant, suivi des deux raisonnables bêtes, d'amour et de victoire dansant tandis que ses sujets et créatures de la forêt s'affairaient irresponsablement, mignons lézards vivant leur vie sous les ombrelles feuilletées des grands champignons, mouches dorées traçant des figures géométriques, araignées surgies des touffes de bruyère rose et surveillant des charançons aux trompes préhistoriques, fourmis se tâtant réciproquement et échangeant des signes de passe puis retournant à leurs solitaires activités, pics ambulants auscultant, crapauds esseulés clamant leur nostalgie, timides grillons tintant, criantes chouettes étrangement réveillées."</b></span></div>
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<i><b><span style="color: blue;">Belle du Seigneur, A.Cohen.</span></b></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> <i> Les deux fleuves</i>, Chagall, 1956, détail.</span>K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-29868177545528291372012-12-15T18:57:00.000+01:002012-12-15T18:58:56.420+01:00la question<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> Maternité</i>, Jean Roulland, Croix, 1931.</span>K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-77862595275533341092012-10-17T22:58:00.001+02:002012-10-17T22:58:58.887+02:00L'épaisseur des rêves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Chagall, <i>"l'attente sous le bouquet"</i>, 1938, musée de la Piscine, Roubaix</span>.<br />
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Le tableau est intitulé "Dédié à Bella, ou l'attente sous le bouquet", on peut le contempler au musée de la Piscine qui consacre une très belle exposition à un aspect méconnu du travail de Chagall, la question du volume, sous un titre plein de promesses, "l'épaisseur des rêves". Le peintre invente des formes, des volumes, il taille, il colle, il met en scène et en couleur le bestiaire et les thèmes qui sont une marque de fabrique, la dualité, le portrait, le couple, la musique, le ballet... L'univers onirique de Chagall invite à interroger l'épaisseur des rêves, ce qu'ils disent de nous, de nos peurs et de nos espoirs, de nos mouvements du coeur et du corps.<br />
Ainsi le jeune homme attend. L'arbre en fleurs tel une chevelure prodigieuse dit combien son attente est forte et envahissante. Il guette sa belle, la tête pleine de rêves qui le dominent et le détournent de sa lecture. Il n'est déjà plus là, tendu vers elle qui va venir sans doute, vers elle que son attente à lui rend déjà si présente, presque tangible, comme le sont certains rêves...K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-44713783011077581312012-09-03T09:03:00.000+02:002012-09-03T09:03:00.717+02:00Rentrée des classes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Bouts, XVè.</span>K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-25594421984350693512012-08-16T13:07:00.000+02:002012-08-19T17:02:44.294+02:00Arlequins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> <i> Fresque à l'arraché, Mezettin,</i> M.Marché-Seyrat</span><br />
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...entre Garonne et Gironde, entre Juillet et Août, entre Nord et Sud, entre elle et lui, je fais le pont. Equation d'acrobate qui jongle entre deux vies. Garder les yeux au ciel, voir loin et s'accrocher aux branches...K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-6087479711576268612012-08-06T11:20:00.000+02:002012-08-19T11:22:22.002+02:00fenêtre sur cour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Nice, août 2012.</span>K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-44333312166524991222012-07-29T19:36:00.000+02:002012-07-31T08:21:28.184+02:00Les blessures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-32232119650418348382012-07-26T21:15:00.000+02:002012-07-26T21:15:04.778+02:00Vive les vacances!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Juillettiste sur la promenade de Malo... Bin quoi, manquerait plus qu'il se plaigne! Il a tout le banc rien que pour lui! Y en a des plus malheureux, des plus vieux, tellement cassés par la vie qu'ils ne peuvent même pas s'y asseoir. Allez Dédé, fais pas la tête, les vacances, ça n'a pas de prix, ou plutôt si, mais c'est pas dans les tiens. Quelle idée aussi de louer à Malo, c'est malin! Bon, bin ça va être fort long Dédé les vacances, accroche toi mon gars, pas d'bol, le soleil, il est loin de toi, fais toi une raison, et profite bien surtout!K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-68951581243694305452012-07-21T09:18:00.001+02:002012-07-21T09:19:58.886+02:00par la fenêtre<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"Quelquefois tu pleures et quelquefois tu souris comme un soleil, alors j'ai fait les deux."</i><br />
Lilas, Juin 2012.K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-2757212330555784482012-06-16T21:22:00.000+02:002012-06-16T21:22:21.876+02:00Dame de Coeur<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Mamac, Nice.</span>K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-42377495967845442302012-06-11T00:14:00.000+02:002012-06-11T00:14:48.423+02:00Entre deux<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Parc du Heron, Juin 2012.Expo <i>Entrelacs</i>.</span><br />
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Entrelacs de mondes chatoyants glissent en reflets de ciels changeants<br />
Bulles de vie réunies sous la caresse du vent léger<br />
Le bonheur souffle ses couleurs au temps<br />
Entrelacs d'émotions contenues. Les yeux ouverts. Le coeur tremblant.<br />
Entre eux deux.<br />
Imperceptible battement des cils en prière fugace <br />
Et le sourire de tes yeux d'enfantK.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-18888480868177967982012-06-03T22:09:00.000+02:002012-06-03T22:12:57.628+02:00condition féminine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-52866778831079630452012-05-29T23:45:00.001+02:002012-05-29T23:45:37.191+02:00petits linceuls<div>
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à Hama. à Houla. Ou ailleurs.<br />
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tous ceux qu'on porte...sur ses épaules ou dans son coeur...ceux de l'origine et ceux qui sont venus plus tard et qui bouillonnent...l'arbre de vie chargé de fruits...K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-32690785949903636842012-05-21T06:55:00.001+02:002012-05-21T06:55:59.698+02:00tea for two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b> Apollinaire,<i> Alcools</i>.</b></span></div>K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-46649868384925816252012-05-20T00:41:00.001+02:002012-05-20T00:41:51.308+02:00comme une reine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Amsterdam, mai 2012.</span>K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-62819238265792223392012-05-13T01:30:00.000+02:002012-05-19T14:43:22.588+02:00Sortir le grand jeu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> hauteurs de Eze, mai 2012.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Et chacun de disposer ses pions...alors Valls ? Ayrault ? Moscovici ? ... qui va gagner la partie?... à moins qu'une femme? de gauche... ? Hum, voilà au moins deux bonnes raisons de ne pas trop y croire... </span></span>K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-49486553895902243012012-05-08T21:33:00.001+02:002012-05-20T00:42:46.745+02:00comme une image<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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de Marianne taillée dans la roche ou de déesse circonspecte devant le monde des vivants? Du haut de son piédestal la Muse regarde la montagne. Les paupières baissées, les épaules nues, comme prisonnière d'un rêve qui retient sa chute.K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-43786414465263730162012-05-05T19:22:00.000+02:002012-05-05T19:22:00.475+02:00le bon choix ?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400678048427893483.post-5687384187053725932012-04-27T03:48:00.000+02:002012-04-27T03:48:01.731+02:00mots bleus<div style="color: blue;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>"Je donnerais tous les ciels toute la lumière du monde </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Les étoiles à la pelle et le chant des oiseaux</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>J'arpenterais la terre le visage embué</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Les paumes ouvertes</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Je dénouerai les fils. J'y poserai les lèvres</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Je stopperai les vents les plus cinglants</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Jusqu'à ce qu'ils se taisent</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>J'écouterai les arbres en implorant leur force</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>et je continuerai mon chemin<br /><br />Et tous les vents contraires pourront bien ricaner</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Au spectacle muet de mes pieds écorchés</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ils peuvent bien cogner sur ma poitrine nue</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sous la pluie je fais face aux terres inconnues</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ils glisseront sans force le long de mes chevilles</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Et s'évanouiront sans que mon bras vacille<br /> </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Au matin de bonheur après tout ce chemin</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>J'écouterai la vie qui bruira dans mon sein</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Je serai fatiguée je fermerai les yeux</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>La tête abandonnée le nez dans tes cheveux</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Et je te dirai Loup</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Caresse mes genoux</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sens mon coeur battre fort</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>C'est peut être un peu d'or</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Le temps ni les épreuves n'en ont pas eu raison</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Depuis que je t'en ai fait don</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Vois la forêt ouverte goûte l'odeur du jour</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>J'allume les étoiles je chante notre amour</b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Une fée dans ta main protège ton destin."</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nasrine Tarak,<i> </i></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>in" fantaisie pour les Ptits loups"</i>, éd.Nathan, 2012.</span></b></div>K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685602187514190435noreply@blogger.com0