{"id":8006,"date":"2017-05-21T08:07:11","date_gmt":"2017-05-21T06:07:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=8006"},"modified":"2017-05-16T16:42:54","modified_gmt":"2017-05-16T14:42:54","slug":"le-souffle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=8006","title":{"rendered":"Le souffle"},"content":{"rendered":"

Marie-Claire<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

Etre une tr\u00e8s vieille dame, presque cent ans, au fond de son fauteuil. Regarder longuement ses mains d\u00e9form\u00e9es, t\u00e2ch\u00e9es de brun. Tourner la t\u00eate et voir l\u2019unique arbre de la cour perdre ses feuilles. Un automne de plus.<\/p>\n

Avoir le corps rompu mais garder haut la t\u00eate. Oui, la garder bien claire malgr\u00e9 l\u2019usure du temps. Y veiller, s\u2019accrocher.<\/p>\n

Pourquoi tous ces efforts, pourquoi tenir encore\u00a0? Pourquoi entretenir ce fil de plus en plus tenu auquel la vie reste attach\u00e9e\u00a0?<\/p>\n

Pour attendre la chaleur du th\u00e9 du matin qu\u2019une jeune fille souriante vous apporte enfin\u00a0? Pour son r\u00e9confort, pour cette habitude\u00a0?<\/p>\n

Pour apercevoir le rayon de soleil, pour le chant de l\u2019oiseau entendu\u00a0?<\/p>\n

Pour entreprendre la toilette soigneuse et difficile en pensant au bien \u00eatre qui s\u2019en suit\u00a0? Pour le reste de coquetterie\u00a0: le rouge \u00e0 l\u00e8vre, le collier\u00a0?<\/p>\n

Certainement pas pour aller d\u00e9jeuner avec les autres, d\u00e9bris humains, et d\u00e9fendre sa place, son verre, sa triste nourriture.<\/p>\n

Pourquoi rien n\u2019a-t-il encore \u00e9teint la flamme vacillante\u00a0? Pourquoi vivre, pers\u00e9v\u00e9rer\u00a0?<\/p>\n

Peut-\u00eatre gr\u00e2ce aux visites, esp\u00e9rer les visites, les bonnes paroles, se laisser consoler. S\u2019\u00e9merveiller encore du sourire d\u2019un enfant. Penser qu\u2019on vous aime, qu\u2019on n\u2019est pas une charge\u2026<\/p>\n

Oser croire qu\u2019on a encore le temps, une semaine, un mois\u2026 Que l\u2019inconnu n\u2019est pas pour tout de suite\u2026 qu\u2019on le d\u00e9cidera\u00a0! Chasser la peur. Entretenir ce sentiment de puissance\u00a0: savoir le d\u00e9cider, le vouloir tr\u00e8s fort et voir tout s\u2019arr\u00eater. En \u00eatre presque s\u00fbre.<\/p>\n

Esp\u00e9rer qu\u2019un simple souffle suffira \u00e0 \u00e9teindre la petite flamme, juste un petit souffle.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Marie-Claire\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Etre une tr\u00e8s vieille dame, presque cent ans, au fond de son fauteuil. Regarder longuement ses mains d\u00e9form\u00e9es, t\u00e2ch\u00e9es de brun. Tourner la t\u00eate et voir l\u2019unique arbre de la cour perdre ses feuilles. Un automne de plus. Avoir le corps rompu mais garder haut la t\u00eate. Oui, la garder bien claire malgr\u00e9 l\u2019usure … Continuer la lecture de Le souffle<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mo_disable_npp":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[13,2],"tags":[39],"class_list":["post-8006","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","category-textes","tag-marieclaire"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8006","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8006"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8006\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8006"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8006"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8006"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}