{"id":409,"date":"2017-03-06T18:49:32","date_gmt":"2017-03-06T17:49:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/?p=409"},"modified":"2017-03-06T18:49:32","modified_gmt":"2017-03-06T17:49:32","slug":"visiteurs-aux-portes-du-jardin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/?p=409","title":{"rendered":"VISITEURS AUX PORTES DU JARDIN"},"content":{"rendered":"

VISITEURS AUX PORTES DU JARDIN<\/h2>\n

Pareils \u00e0 ces arbres qui voyagent dans les textes
\nils se mettent en marche \u00e0 la lueur des amandiers
\npress\u00e9s d\u2019atteindre l\u2019eau qui flambe
\ndepuis un mill\u00e9naire
\ndans un village en mal d\u2019oiseaux
\net qui \u00e0 contre-orage repart \u00e0 vide.
\nVisiteurs aux portes du Jardin
\nleur cercle s\u2019\u00e9largit
\ncomme des chats miroitants
\nque dessine la peur sur les murs
\ndes cath\u00e9drales abandonn\u00e9es.<\/p>\n

Toujours la m\u00eame ligne infranchissable
\ntoujours la m\u00eame errance le m\u00eame mort
\nla m\u00eame griffe la m\u00eame blessure
\nune botte sur le c\u0153ur
\net cette lune qu\u2019ils tiennent serr\u00e9e entre les dents
\net ce soleil qu\u2019ils renversent dans une tasse de sang
\npour lire l\u2019avenir
\ntandis que leurs yeux de li\u00e8ge continuent
\nd\u2019\u00e9tayer le dernier rempart.<\/p>\n

De quel eucalyptus sont-ils originaires ?
\nde qui sont-ils la qu\u00eate
\nla travers\u00e9e le songe ?
\nFl\u00fbtes traversi\u00e8res
\nils se saoulent d\u2019eux-m\u00eames
\net s\u2019\u00e9talent semblables \u00e0 des algues.<\/p>\n

Visiteurs
\nils s\u2019envolent et redeviennent la Ville
\ncr\u00e9pusculaire ou \u00e9toil\u00e9e
\npuis ils \u00e9crivent leur nom
\nsur un quignon de pain
\nou l\u2019\u00e9corce d\u2019une mandarine
\nen attendant un renfort de lauriers-roses.<\/p>\n

Nohad Salameh<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"A2-Niala<\/strong><\/p>\n

Printemps – 1997 – Niala – Acrylique s\/contrecoll\u00e9 65×50<\/em><\/p>\n

De quel incendie pourrai-je esp\u00e9rer rena\u00eetre \u00e0 vouloir porter l’essence de la s\u00e8ve sous l’\u00e9corce d’un pouls battant sous les d\u00e9serts. Elever un sentiment \u00e0 ne jamais enterrer sa foi, cela ne d\u00e9passe-t-il pas le poids autoris\u00e9 ? Cet amour pourrait bien finir par immoler ta couleur en \u00e9crasant ton innocence une derni\u00e8re fois, me menace la raison. Mots roides de glace, ac\u00e9r\u00e9s comme des poignards qui ne sortiraient pas davantage la f\u00e9morale du risque de l’exsangue o\u00f9 la maladie d’amour plonge.<\/p>\n

Alain Niala – 6 Mars 2017<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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