{"id":2767,"date":"2018-11-24T07:00:09","date_gmt":"2018-11-24T06:00:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/?p=2767"},"modified":"2018-11-23T14:39:53","modified_gmt":"2018-11-23T13:39:53","slug":"nous","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/?p=2767","title":{"rendered":"NOUS"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">NOUS<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">J&rsquo;ai chang\u00e9 d&rsquo;appui et de chemin<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">pour une hirondelle pressentie multiple<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">qui mesurait le jour sur un autre bord<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">cherchant le flux \u00e9gal \u00e0 ce qui fuit<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">d\u00e9barrass\u00e9e enfin du tablier d&rsquo;usage.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Et je suis remont\u00e9 nu dans l&rsquo;image.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Je me souviens de tout et ma main<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">dessine la courbe lente de mon fleuve d&rsquo;or.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Du paradoxe de conna\u00eetre la rondeur infinie<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">qui creuse pourtant l&rsquo;inconnu encore.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">J&rsquo;ai allum\u00e9 la lampe sur le sein de l&rsquo;heure f\u00e9brile<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">bris\u00e9 la fa\u00efence rompu le pain fa\u00e7onn\u00e9 l&rsquo;argile<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">de nos existences qui prenaient les contours tr\u00e8s fins de l&rsquo;\u00e9ternit\u00e9<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">suspendues \u00e0 des globes lourds et graciles.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Il dort derri\u00e8re la barri\u00e8re protectrice de nos cils<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">des ann\u00e9es de soleils tendus vers des jardins transfigur\u00e9s<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">qui se balancent dans la lumi\u00e8re de leurs tiges m\u00eal\u00e9es.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Barbara Auzou<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-54335\" src=\"https:\/\/alaindenefleditniala.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/11\/p1050759.jpg?resize=676%2C851\" alt=\"P1050759\" width=\"676\" height=\"851\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">NOUS<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">2018 &#8211; NIALA<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Acrylique s\/toile 81&#215;65<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Collection de l&rsquo;Artiste<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>NOUS J&rsquo;ai chang\u00e9 d&rsquo;appui et de chemin pour une hirondelle pressentie multiple qui mesurait le jour sur un autre bord cherchant le flux \u00e9gal \u00e0 ce qui fuit d\u00e9barrass\u00e9e enfin du tablier d&rsquo;usage. Et je suis remont\u00e9 nu dans l&rsquo;image. 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