{"id":7440,"date":"2010-09-23T08:18:13","date_gmt":"2010-09-23T06:18:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/claudeyacoub.com\/?p=7440"},"modified":"2019-05-14T08:23:02","modified_gmt":"2019-05-14T06:23:02","slug":"7440","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/claudeyacoub.com\/index.php\/2010\/09\/23\/7440\/","title":{"rendered":"L’homme qui tombe"},"content":{"rendered":"

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23\/09\/2010<\/strong>
\nMon retour – le \u00e9ni\u00e8me, l\u2019interminable – en Orient\u00a0, au plus proche de mes racines, celles de mes sangs ancestraux, a \u00e9t\u00e9 douce gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 Richard.
\nTra\u00eene pas trop sous la pluie\u00a0<\/em>(roman cette fois-ci, apr\u00e8s son spectacle du m\u00eame nom que je vous ai relat\u00e9 dans mon article du 9 septembre dernier) m\u2019a berc\u00e9 de mots syncop\u00e9s, de fulgurances douces et de d\u00e9lires tendres. Richard Bohringer tombant, se relevant, titubant, marchant et volant\u00a0; fragile et fort \u00e0 la fois, beau. \u00ab\u00a0Je veux \u00e9crire. L\u2019azur et ses proph\u00e9ties. \u00c9crire chaque seconde. Sauver ma vie. Pas chercher \u00e0 faire le malin.
\n\u00c9crire. Retrouver le souffle, repeindre ma chambre en soleil, prendre mon voisin par la main, poser sur la feuille blanche, la tenir fermement jusqu\u2019\u00e0 ce qu\u2019il ait \u00e9crit lui aussi.\u00a0\u00bb \u00c9cris, \u00e9cris nous, \u00e9cris moi encore longtemps mon pote, emm\u00e8ne nous l\u00e0 o\u00f9 n\u2019oserions aller seuls, l\u00e0 o\u00f9 les rivages se d\u00e9robent sous nos pieds, l\u00e0 o\u00f9 nous sommes d\u00e9j\u00e0.
\n\u00c9cris.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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