{"id":3521,"date":"2021-04-16T14:48:40","date_gmt":"2021-04-16T13:48:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/?p=3521"},"modified":"2021-04-16T14:48:40","modified_gmt":"2021-04-16T13:48:40","slug":"lamandaie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/?p=3521","title":{"rendered":"L&rsquo;AMANDAIE"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/alaindenefleditniala.files.wordpress.com\/2021\/04\/img-6071-1.jpg?w=676\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-70775\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/platform-cdn.sharethis.com\/img\/twitter.svg\" alt=\"twitter sharing button\"\/><figcaption>\u00ab\u00a0L&rsquo;AMANDAIE\u00a0\u00bb &#8211; Niala 2021 &#8211; acrylique s:toile 41&#215;33<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center has-huge-font-size\">L\u2019AMANDAIE<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Chronos arrive au bord et sonne \u00e0 larmes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>du fond de la cour sans d\u00e9dale<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>la terre cuite ocre l\u2019aqueux taurin en falaises vient<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>tenir l\u2019Epoque<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>en vie dans ses mains et pas sous-globe sur la chemin\u00e9e<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Je palpe hit<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Oui la rousse automne au geai bleu<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Je l\u2019ai dit il y a tr\u00e8s longtemps<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>L\u2019AUTOMNE<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>fait bien pousser l\u2019peint tant<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Moire c\u2019est moire<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Jamais ne meurt<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>au patio le vaste champ de cette fontaine rose hibiscus grimpant par-dessus les murs<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>L\u2019en faire en dragon consume le parasite du Mont<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Seins, miches, ailes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Absolu<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>mon enfance rendue je n\u2019aurais eu que l\u2019\u00e2ge d\u2019aimer<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Merci la Vie !<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>PENSER AUX BOURGEONS DE L\u2019AMANDIER&nbsp;!\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Que deviennent les bourgeons de l\u2019amandier&nbsp;?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>l<br \/>Poussent-ils encore dans les ruines&nbsp;?<br \/>Si les surgeons de la haine<br \/>Les assassinent<br \/>Qui pourra<br \/>Les remettre sur pied<br \/>Sauvera leur sc\u00e8ne<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Et pourtant on en voit encore s\u2019\u00e9panouir<br \/>Entre les gravats \u2013 la terre<br \/>Et la m\u00e9lasse&nbsp;\u2026<br \/>Si ce n\u2019est dans les larmes qui les enlacent<br \/>Qui pourra encore leurs racines<br \/>Reconstruire&nbsp;?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Une pluie de flammes \u2013 de bombes et de missiles<br \/>Ce n\u2019est pas un drame pour les \u00ab&nbsp;aveugles&nbsp;\u00bb<br \/>Qui conspuent ces \u00e2mes<br \/>Et qui beuglent&nbsp;:<br \/>\u00ab&nbsp;Bravo&nbsp;! Bravo&nbsp;!&nbsp;\u00bb Du fond de leur \u00eele<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Est-il interdit&nbsp;: l\u2019amour pour cette terre&nbsp;?<br \/>Qui dit qu\u2019il faille recommencer&nbsp;?<br \/>Comme si ce n\u2019\u00e9tait pas assez&nbsp;:<br \/>Ce destin d\u2019enfer<br \/>Qui les enterre&nbsp;!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Va-t-on \u00e9puiser par le feu tout leur sol&nbsp;?<br \/>Malgr\u00e9 le fer et le sang<br \/>Puissants ils r\u00e9sistent<br \/>Et viendront encore<br \/>En fleurs<br \/>Ils insistent comme les symboles<br \/>De ce qui \u2013 jamais \u2013 ne meurt \u2026<br \/>Si donc ce n\u2019est pas vol<br \/>C\u2019est un viol<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Or les bourgeons jouent entre eux sous la pierre<br \/>O\u00f9 les \u00e9difices d\u00e9truits nous laissent<br \/>Un cri qui blesse&nbsp;:<br \/>\u00ab&nbsp;Non&nbsp;! Ils ne doivent payer le prix<br \/>D\u2019un pays que l\u2019on veut rayer<br \/>Ils sont encore sa lumi\u00e8re&nbsp;!&nbsp;\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ils sont dans l\u2019ombre de leur \u00e9toile<br \/>Ceux qui coupent les arbres<br \/>De leur ciel<br \/>Ou leur jettent le feu et le fiel<br \/>Et ils restent de marbre<br \/>Dans leur toile<br \/>Qui s\u2019\u00e9tend<br \/>Sans que les temps ne murmurent<br \/>Contre les raides murs<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Et des bourgeons on entendait souffler des femmes<br \/>Au milieu des balles qui sifflaient<br \/>Au hasard sanglant qui giflait<br \/>De sa mort les corps<br \/>Et les emportait<br \/>Sans un drame<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Et maintenant o\u00f9 sont les mains qui implorent<br \/>Du fond de leur \u00ab&nbsp;\u00c9den merveilleux&nbsp;\u00bb<br \/>De ne plus toucher<br \/>Aux beaux yeux<br \/>Des petits princes \u2013 de les laisser \u00e9clore&nbsp;?<br \/>\u00ab&nbsp;Mais rentrez les armes<br \/>Rincez les larmes<br \/>S\u00e9chez-les<br \/>Et faites que les jeunes pousses<br \/>Ne se blessent plus<br \/>A leurs racines<br \/>Assassin\u00e9es<br \/>Laissez&nbsp;! Oui&nbsp;! Laissez-les pousser<br \/>D\u00e8s qu\u2019ils sont n\u00e9s&nbsp;!&nbsp;\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Alain Minod<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>L\u2019AMANDAIE Chronos arrive au bord et sonne \u00e0 larmes du fond de la cour sans d\u00e9dale la terre cuite ocre l\u2019aqueux taurin en falaises vient tenir l\u2019Epoque en vie dans ses mains et pas sous-globe sur la chemin\u00e9e Je palpe hit Oui la rousse automne au geai bleu Je l\u2019ai dit il y a tr\u00e8s &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/?p=3521\" class=\"more-link\">Lire la suite de <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">L&rsquo;AMANDAIE<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_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":[600474432,600474435,563079525,600474402,16442249,600474428,332070928,600474434,600474429,6325,4036145],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3521","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-a-d-a-g-p","category-alain-minod","category-atelier-et-murmures","category-barbara-auzou","category-les-empreintes","category-ma-muse","category-mes-mots-peints","category-mon-truc-a-plume","category-niala","category-non-classe","category-tableau-de-bord"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8rIPu-UN","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3521","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3521"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3521\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3523,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3521\/revisions\/3523"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3521"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3521"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3521"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}