{"id":46,"date":"2012-01-09T08:45:34","date_gmt":"2012-01-09T07:45:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/?p=46"},"modified":"2012-01-27T15:34:08","modified_gmt":"2012-01-27T14:34:08","slug":"vitraux","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/?p=46","title":{"rendered":"Vitraux"},"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=\"Vitraux\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/share_toolbar.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div><figure id=\"attachment_45\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-45\" style=\"width: 633px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/WordPress3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/P1070152-e1326094966875.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-45\" title=\"Vitraux\" src=\"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/WordPress3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/P1070152-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"633\" height=\"844\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-45\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">My Lady s&#39;avance vers l&#39;autel<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Elle entre la premi\u00e8re et s&rsquo;avance dans l&rsquo;\u00e9glise comme si elle savait depuis longtemps ce qu&rsquo;elle venait y chercher. Je ne fais que la suivre, ombre passag\u00e8re parmi les arcs, je me faufile vers elle, \u00e0 travers le damier de pierre.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Vu de loin, de dos, avec son long manteau noir en vison synth\u00e9tique, elle ressemble \u00e0 une veuve pleurant son amant perdu.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Le sac plastique qui luit \u00e9trangement dans sa main et qui fait tache sur la photo, c&rsquo;est le reste de notre pique-nique au parc. Summum d&rsquo;une rayonnante journ\u00e9e d&rsquo;hiver. All\u00e9gorie du bonheur. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Je revois l&rsquo;herbe encore mouill\u00e9e, sa bouche s&rsquo;ouvrant un peu, entre deux rasades de coca light, pour gober un peu de bouffe v\u00e9g\u00e9tarienne, et notre cul tout froid et tout sale quand il a fallu se r\u00e9signer et quitter ce petit coin de paradis. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">La lumi\u00e8re m&rsquo;\u00e9claire violemment, je suis oblig\u00e9 de plisser les yeux pour capter la sc\u00e8ne.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Le lieu est gigantesque, son poids nous \u00e9crase mais le silence qui y r\u00e8gne nous apaise. Et la chaleur que les vitraux \u00e9tincelants d\u00e9gagent nous invite au voyage.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">C&rsquo;est ce genre de voyage qui l&rsquo;a amen\u00e9 ici.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">C&rsquo;est ce genre de voyage qui l&rsquo;a transport\u00e9 aux Am\u00e9riques, quelques temps &#8211; une \u00e9ternit\u00e9, plus t\u00f4t.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Son premier amour.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Son premier fianc\u00e9. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Et le volte-face, au jour J, juste devant l&rsquo;autel. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Je l&rsquo;imagine, sa robe blanche tra\u00eenant derri\u00e8re elle, faire demi-tour, tout balayer sur son passage, fuir une vie dont elle ne voulait pas, renier son destin et se pr\u00e9cipiter vers un autre chose qu&rsquo;elle seule devrait d\u00e9finir.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Toutes les photos du monde ne pourront jamais rendre cette image et expliquer ce choix.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Je le comprends. Je la connais. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Dans ma t\u00eate, les orgues grondent.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Je contemple les vitraux, la lumi\u00e8re qui vient, larme par larme, s&rsquo;y d\u00e9sassembler , j&rsquo;ai envie de crier mais je me tais. <\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\"><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Je souris.<\/span><\/p>\n<p lang=\"fr-FR\">\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=\"Vitraux\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/share_toolbar.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div><p>Elle entre la premi\u00e8re et s&rsquo;avance dans l&rsquo;\u00e9glise comme si elle savait depuis longtemps ce qu&rsquo;elle venait y chercher. Je ne fais que la suivre, ombre passag\u00e8re parmi les arcs, je me faufile vers elle, \u00e0 travers le damier de pierre. Vu de loin, de dos, avec son long manteau noir en vison synth\u00e9tique, elle [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-46","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-le-coin-de-ben-howl"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=46"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49,"href":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46\/revisions\/49"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=46"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=46"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=46"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}