Blog de theo70 - l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux on...

Si la vie est éternelle c'est une damnation

Le 29 Mai 2009 fut la date qui sonna le glas de mon enfance, du moins de mon enfance juridique...

Le temps cours; derrière il y a des milliers de fou qui pensent pouvoir le rattraper ils usent de mille et un stratagème pour surpasser le bourreau commun au genre humain.

Voila que tout se précipite et je me sens projeté vers l'avant. Une douleur étourdissante me saisit : Le BAC arrive...

Maintenant c'est l'attente. Une attente longue et vicieuse pleine de doute d'incertitude et de déception. Le jour arrive où devant se tableau blanc je découvrirais une joie immense ou un vide sans fond. J'imagine déjà la sueur froide le long de mon échine et pourtant une chaleur intenable qui bouillonne. J'avancerais parois cette foule espérant de tout mon être discerner mon NOM sur la feuille.
En attendant je rumine tout cela dans ma tête au rythme effréné des soirées

Tout le flou sensuel des voluptés délicates de ses nuits dansantes au refrain cassant des jours plaisantes où jadis notre vu n'était point troublé par l'effervescence sacrée de l'agitation de ces tendres soirées...

POURQUOI TU TE MAQUILLES?

C'EST POUR MIEU TE BAISER MON ENFANT...

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# Posté le samedi 04 juillet 2009 17:11

Modifié le mardi 07 juillet 2009 08:24

Camille

Il m'a fallu quatre mois pour pouvoir écrire ses mots...

Camille....

Imaginait une fille, une parisienne qui débarque à minuit d'un avion surchargé venant de Madrid, elle sort en furie de l'ascenseur pénètre la chambre où le premier groupe d'arrivant dont je faisait partie squattait le pallier c'est dans sont manteau blanc qu'elle ma regardé à la travers le pas de la porte, ses cheveux blond bordaient son visage sereins marqué par le voyage qui pourtant brillé dans cette nuit des Canaries elle me fixa puis dit « Bonsoir vous auriez pas du feu s'il vous plait... ?? ».

Voici tes premiers mots ... qu'elle surprise qu'elle fougue...qui aurait pu prédire ce qui aller arriver.

Les premiers jours je croisais ton regard, ne comprenant pas n'y croyant pas.[/

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t voici qu'arrive la croisière ... Titanic nous lie toi moi main dans la main ne voulant comprendre, juste profiter de ces instant. Tu me souris, me fixe pause ton regard sur moi, et moi qui espère que je ne rêve pas je pense sincèrement « Mon Dieu Waouu qu'elle est belle ». A ce moment j'ai saisi ta main une ballade des mots échangés, une passion commune pour un prince tombé du ciel pour une enfance que l'on espère jamais perdre. Je ris serre tes petit doigts entre les miens je te regarde lorsque tu tourne la tête dessine dans ma tête ta beauté qui me semble inaccessible. Tu partages avec moi l'illusion des livres et l'ivresse des contes de fées dans le voiture je t'observe chanter je vois s'émaner de toi les mots flamboyant que tu susurre, ils flottent avant d'éclater à mes oreilles.

Le soir arrive et je me veux plus te perdre du regard... On joue des pieds et des mains j'accroche mon courage a des petites ailles je me lance je te regarde j'ouvre la bouche je te contemple et cède enfin à la tentation « tu reste dormir se soir ? ».

Le lendemain, la ville je profite des photos pour concrétiser mes désirs...

Le soir, la plage, le secret, l'envie, l'espoir, les baisers ... J'accroche alors à ses doux baisers des petites ailles ils volent, se parussent et pétillent a la surface de ta peau de ma peau avant d'éclater en une farandole d'étoile.

Je laisse planer l'histoire car nous réalisons tout deux que ce n'est qu'éphémère ... Telle une rose qui naquit un beau jour qui profite de la vie et d'être contemplé avant de se laisser partir j'ai du te laissé partir.

A mon habitue je ne montre rien, pourtant je n'ai pas put me séparer de ton présent.

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Dés ton départ le goût onctueux de tes lèvres manquait à ma bouche, je m'enivré jusqu'à tendre a l'overdose enlacé dans les pans de ton écharpe...

Quatre mois déjà... Rimbaud, Vivienne, ne changerons rien à cela...

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# Posté le jeudi 14 mai 2009 15:43

Modifié le mercredi 24 juin 2009 12:54

Vacances de Fevrier Parti II : Les Canaries Tennerife

Le temps a bien vite passé, il est tarde pour écrie mon récit sur une île perdus dans l'océan Atlantique ...

Je ne vous raconterais pas les péripéties de ce voyage... Seulement une celle qui m'a emmenée en dessous de la surface de l'eau celle qui m'a fait côtoyé le monde merveilleux du silence liquide ...

C'est le dos tourné que je pénètre dans l'absolu silence de cette magie. Un système de bouteille régule ma respiration je me calme lentement et enfin m'immerge entièrement dans l'eau, une sensation de fraîcheur, de vide, une sensation extérieur saisie alors mon âme. Quel drôle de paysage m'apparaît ici un silence pesant couvre le bruit de ma respiration... L'eau ondoie et je commence à avancer, à déambuler devrais je dire je flotte inonde mon âme d'espoir reluisant. Je découvre alors une flore inconnu, un ban de doris passe par la croise moi regard et dans un hélant soudain vire de bord et s'éloigne au loin. Je suis conquis les mots de manque je passe alors sous une arche je me tourne montrant le dos au sable de la j'aperçois des bulles qui émane de moi et remonte à la surface telle de petite méduse fanant et virevoltant a travers l'épaisse buée liquide d'adversité. Elles tremblent, mordent leur milieu, courent volent et dans un dernier frison brise le calme immortel de la parois du miroir qui mènent vers l'extérieur.

C'est à mon tour de sortir de la féerie de ce monde, traversant le miroir et regagnant le monde réel, en moi se profil une seule envie retourné parmi les poisons pour nager avec l'ardente fougue de la vie sous marine...

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# Posté le dimanche 22 février 2009 09:23

Modifié le vendredi 03 avril 2009 16:09

Vacances de Fevrier Parti I :SKI

Les vacances arrivent a grand pas.... Aussitot arrivée notre voyage peu commencé [/al

C'est au premier lueur du jour que notre periple prend place....

Samedi 7 Fevrier: Nous voila partis a travers les plaines toulousaine et traversant les vallon nous fumes bien vite arrivé au lieu prevu. Ici la dame blanche nous observait de toute sa hauteur un desert miraculeusement froid ou le sable troque sa forme batarde contre une élégante architecture floralle.

Lundi arriva et nous voila tous réuni...

nous sommes subjugué par la beauté des lieux nous profiton à fond de tout et de rien le moindre instant est à prendre et a savourer ....

Une semaine passa et la fin du sejour arriva nous devions nous dire au revoir et se fut tres dur notre petit groupe se souviendra a jamais de cette semaine digne des conte de fée que l'on raconte que les soirée de veillé....

Alexia
Blandine
Lolita
Kevin
Yohan

N'oubliez pas ALL STAR

Le petit prince

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# Posté le dimanche 22 février 2009 09:10

TOussaint -NOel

Le temps cour cour et ne s'arrête pas ; il fuit valse entre les différentes péripéties de la vie et s'engouffre encore un peu plus profond dans ce tunnel sombre et funeste où le monde s'écoule jusqu'au profondeur de l'immensité céleste ...

On va et viens incessamment dans le flot imperturbable de la foule et l'on se perd sous une pille de livre espérant fuir un peu ce monde ses mœurs son rythme effréné et sa course éperdus contre l'infinie Temps...

Et voila que l'on vogue dans un flou de nuage rouge bleu vert ... Noël frappe a votre esprit les fêtes bousculent votre rythme et encore tout s'accélère. Et nous voila propulsés dans un tourbillons moribond qui nous mène par delà l'absolu du vide qui s'emblait avoir saisi nos petites vie...

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Une année s'est éteinte et en un soir une autre naquit. Dans un bruit les imperturbables frivolités de la fête saisie par le froid nouveau blêmissent les cœurs encore trop chauds. A partir de là, les bulles pétillantes de champagne fond effervescences dans votre cerveau à chaque explosion de celle-ci le monde tourne de 180° vous perdez pied mais continué votre gigue enflammée. Tourne tourne monde violent confronte toi a l'absurdité de nos vie mais ce soir rien n'a de poids face a nos plaisir car entouré de farandoles nous vivons chaque instant d'une nuit de cette nuit qui commence et ne fini jamais... Le temps reteint sont souffle et un décompte commence ; les chiffre raisonnent dans ma tête soudain c'est fini cette année disparaît et laisse derrière elle bien de plaisir mais n'oublions pas le lot de malheur qui nous suit car sans lui nous ne vivrions point ainsi.

I'M CRAZY

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# Posté le vendredi 09 janvier 2009 15:58

Modifié le dimanche 25 janvier 2009 08:25

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