{"id":23,"date":"2011-11-27T23:57:53","date_gmt":"2011-11-27T22:57:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/?p=23"},"modified":"2014-04-27T09:02:27","modified_gmt":"2014-04-27T07:02:27","slug":"chrysler-building","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/?p=23","title":{"rendered":"Chrysler Building"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"padding-bottom:20px; padding-top:10px;\" class=\"hupso-share-buttons\"><!-- Hupso Share Buttons - http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/ --><a class=\"hupso_toolbar\" href=\"http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/buttons\/dot.png\" style=\"border:0px; padding-top:5px; float:left;\" alt=\"Share Button\"\/><\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\">var hupso_services_t=new Array(\"Twitter\",\"Facebook\",\"Google Plus\",\"Pinterest\",\"Tumblr\",\"VKontakte\",\"Email\",\"Print\");var hupso_background_t=\"#EAF4FF\";var hupso_border_t=\"#66CCFF\";var hupso_toolbar_size_t=\"big\";var hupso_twitter_via = \"BenHowl1\";var hupso_image_folder_url = \"\";var hupso_twitter_via=\"BenHowl1\";var hupso_url_t=\"\";var hupso_title_t=\"Chrysler Building\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/share_toolbar.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div><p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Une main. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Mi-rouge mi-bleue, fig\u00e9e, vibrant un peu tellement elle est serr\u00e9e.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Contre ma carotide. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Une main qui tremble. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Si elle l\u00e2che, je meurs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Si elle serre plus fort, je meurs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Je suis dans le vide.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Enfin, pas exactement. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Je suis un peu en dessous du soixante-deuxi\u00e8me \u00e9tage du Chrysler Building. Mes pieds ne touchent plus terre. Je suis suspendu.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">\u00c0 la place de la moquette des bureaux, le bitume. Les rues. Les voitures. Deux cents m\u00e8tres en dessous de moi. Les trottoirs. Les passants. La vie qui s \u00e9coule, parfaitement planifiable, quadrill\u00e9e, New York City. En plein dans le mille si ma main l\u00e2che.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Je commence \u00e0 avoir froid. \u00c0 voir double. \u00c0 ne plus rien sentir. \u00c0 perdre les p\u00e9dales.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Enfin, pas exactement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">\u00c0 m&rsquo;\u00e9vanouir. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Donc, ma vue s&#8217;embrouille, mon champ de vision se r\u00e9tr\u00e9cie. Strangulation. \u00c9touffement. Dans une demi-inconscience, la main, je per\u00e7ois les va-et-vient de ce sang qui inondent ces veines. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Mes seuls rep\u00e8res.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">\u00c7a s&rsquo;en va et \u00e7a revient. Cette valse, \u00e7&rsquo;en est presque amical, affectueux. Comique.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Mon cerveau n&rsquo;est plus irrigu\u00e9 correctement. Le manque d&rsquo;air, le manque d&rsquo;afflux sanguin, le manque de sensations, tout \u00e7a me rend fou.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Enfin, pas exactement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Mon cerveau flotte sur les gens qui vaquent \u00e0 leurs occupations quotidiennes, il flotte parmi les buildings qui domptent la ville. Je d\u00e9rive dans le vent, l\u00e9ger, hyper-conscient. Libre \u00e0 2000%. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Le contraste est saisissant. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Et juste avant de m&rsquo;enfoncer dans les limbes de ce qui ressemble fort \u00e0 une syncope apn\u00e9ique, ou juste avant de toucher le fond, de tomber face contre terre, entre Lexington Avenue et la 42\u00e8me rue, apr\u00e8s un piqu\u00e9 vertigineux, la main m&#8217;emporte, me soul\u00e8ve, \u00e9vanescent, vers l&rsquo;autre c\u00f4t\u00e9 de la fen\u00eatre, et me rel\u00e2che doucement. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Je reprends mes esprits en haletant, et je dis\u00a0:<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">\u00ab\u00a0C&rsquo;est ton tour, maintenant.\u00a0\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div style=\"padding-bottom:20px; padding-top:10px;\" class=\"hupso-share-buttons\"><!-- Hupso Share Buttons - http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/ --><a class=\"hupso_toolbar\" href=\"http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/\"><img src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/buttons\/dot.png\" style=\"border:0px; padding-top:5px; float:left;\" alt=\"Share Button\"\/><\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\">var hupso_services_t=new Array(\"Twitter\",\"Facebook\",\"Google Plus\",\"Pinterest\",\"Tumblr\",\"VKontakte\",\"Email\",\"Print\");var hupso_background_t=\"#EAF4FF\";var hupso_border_t=\"#66CCFF\";var hupso_toolbar_size_t=\"big\";var hupso_twitter_via = \"BenHowl1\";var hupso_image_folder_url = \"\";var hupso_twitter_via=\"BenHowl1\";var hupso_url_t=\"\";var hupso_title_t=\"Chrysler Building\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/share_toolbar.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div><p>Une main. Mi-rouge mi-bleue, fig\u00e9e, vibrant un peu tellement elle est serr\u00e9e. Contre ma carotide. Une main qui tremble. Si elle l\u00e2che, je meurs. Si elle serre plus fort, je meurs. Je suis dans le vide. Enfin, pas exactement. Je suis un peu en dessous du soixante-deuxi\u00e8me \u00e9tage du Chrysler Building. 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