tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60755972827486292552024-03-19T09:47:46.638+01:00Espaces, instantsBlog bilingue français-español.Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.comBlogger836125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-71181274341300711792024-03-17T11:00:00.005+01:002024-03-17T11:00:50.455+01:00Pause<p>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Comme chaque année au moment
des plantations (et du désherbage) de printemps, il me faut faire
une pause-blog. </span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Je passerai chez vous mais pas le temps de faire des
traductions...</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Portez-vous
bien !</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGPy1IlpnSwt5RJesEnKgRXGO9S5_ugO2PvH4Z7sVVKFNG2g5aOiWNGQ2m6zWpZYWxJT3xwSjti7DUX5Aw6VM6ONLrI8Vs1p6-HhIDiA3Xdosc_a-Z8XfgP0ZBOeRRak3MYUFqkN_SBkRdZObfrjTr27CL-a6ZqfD8y1Z6LVQeFMWDJplxs6l2KAZYGmF/s2000/lechugas%202.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGPy1IlpnSwt5RJesEnKgRXGO9S5_ugO2PvH4Z7sVVKFNG2g5aOiWNGQ2m6zWpZYWxJT3xwSjti7DUX5Aw6VM6ONLrI8Vs1p6-HhIDiA3Xdosc_a-Z8XfgP0ZBOeRRak3MYUFqkN_SBkRdZObfrjTr27CL-a6ZqfD8y1Z6LVQeFMWDJplxs6l2KAZYGmF/w400-h300/lechugas%202.jpeg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> Variété de laitues du potager. <br /> </span><p></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> <br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhboKXCVWNwV6accyZxxqenL2W7pcqzWBW1gIBGE6qen3GIOB2XbWUSpzkh5Vv9GTIbq8rtVgbCdWki6ABf_pUE_PbuE4XkhLKB7IRPpvC1D0q1Sna88f5-x7jUdVQheYlrX_p6JwB7_mlH_cUpIMqV7Hu4pJFawkzJdN87TOMNDTfuSkFAVsNT95F0q-4/s800/asphodelus_microcarpus%20(18).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhboKXCVWNwV6accyZxxqenL2W7pcqzWBW1gIBGE6qen3GIOB2XbWUSpzkh5Vv9GTIbq8rtVgbCdWki6ABf_pUE_PbuE4XkhLKB7IRPpvC1D0q1Sna88f5-x7jUdVQheYlrX_p6JwB7_mlH_cUpIMqV7Hu4pJFawkzJdN87TOMNDTfuSkFAVsNT95F0q-4/s320/asphodelus_microcarpus%20(18).jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Asphodèles, il y en a partout. <br /> <br /></span><p></p>
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<span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Extrait des noces de Figaro-Mozart.</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <br /></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Continuons
donc à parler des soupirs... </span></span>
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<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Aujourd’hui
un texte en prose, poétique, où le poète
colombien</span></span><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><b> José
Asunción Silva</b></span></p><p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }a:link { color: #000080; text-decoration: underline }</style></p><p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">(Bogotá
1865 – 1896, </span><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">il s’est
suicidé à 30 ans) commence par “si j’étais poète…”. </span>
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</p><p><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Soupirs</b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Si j’étais poète et pouvais fixer,
avec des épingles, en rimes brillantes, la voltige des idées</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> agiles
comme une volée de papillons blancs de printemps si je pouvais</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">cristalliser</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">les rêves en peu de strophes, je
ferais un merveilleux poème où je parlerais de soupirs, de</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> cet air
qui retourne à l’air, emportant avec lui quelques espoirs, des
fatigues et</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">la mélancolie des hommes.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> ****</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Et pour échapper aux soupirs de
convention, ceux des romances sentimentales,
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">pleines de lunes de</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">pacotille et de rossignols triviaux, je
parlerais des soupirs anxieux qui</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">flottent dans l’air</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">épais et imprégné d’odeur d’acide
phénique, dans la lumière dorée des cierges</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
parmi l’arôme</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">vague des fleurs mortuaires, près de
ceux dont les yeux, fermés</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">pour toujours, gardent</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">les traces violacées des dernières
insomnies, et dont les lèvres s’abîmèrent avec le froid de la
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">mort.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">****<br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ah non ! Ce soupir serait trop triste
pour en parler; son souvenir voilerait</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">les yeux neufs des lectrices, les yeux
parfois sombres comme des nuits d’hiver, bleus et</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">clairs parfois, comme l’eau des lacs
tranquilles.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Afin qu’ils ne se voilent pas, je parlerais du soupir de volupté
et de fatigue
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">qui flotte dans</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">l’</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">air tiède d’une salle de bal,
illuminée comme le jour, reflétée par des miroirs vénitiens; du</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">soupir d’une femme, jeune et belle,
agitée par la valse, dont la peau de</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">pêche rosit,</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">et</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">dont les doigts de fée serrent
fébrilement l’éventail de plumes flexibles qui</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">lui baisent la</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">jupe; du soupir sensuel et vague qui se
perd parmi les blancheurs rosées dans</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">l’air où</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">palpite l’iris des diamants, où la
lumière se brise dans l’air des rubis,</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">dans le bleu</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">mystérieux des saphirs, dans l’air
qui emporte des tentations de tendresse et de baisers…</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQt-HI7xTK4EYCgROTYAi2kZiW4IVTHhkjkfJXDDjEky9lK9IJ_nCX-TSRhJ1fSZzqfoRV8kpsw38raROsdaUZWwzAr4i4_gBCbJuaZWYDcGWu9GXKnvG2Uxq7Y-2SQ7mP8OJvkt92kMh-AKBTDHNFbQRMjtBBCvuao4-G5X6LkM8YRrdHPMqYeVQ-cvX/s874/%C3%A9ventail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="874" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQt-HI7xTK4EYCgROTYAi2kZiW4IVTHhkjkfJXDDjEky9lK9IJ_nCX-TSRhJ1fSZzqfoRV8kpsw38raROsdaUZWwzAr4i4_gBCbJuaZWYDcGWu9GXKnvG2Uxq7Y-2SQ7mP8OJvkt92kMh-AKBTDHNFbQRMjtBBCvuao4-G5X6LkM8YRrdHPMqYeVQ-cvX/s320/%C3%A9ventail.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">****<br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Même en étant poète et en écrivant
un poème merveilleux, je ne pourrais parler d’un </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">autre soupir...du</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">soupir qui vient à toutes les
poitrines humaines quand elles comparent le bonheur </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">obtenu,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> le</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">goût connu, le paysage vu, l’amour
heureux avec les bonheurs rêvés</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">qui jamais
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">ne se réalisent, ceux qui jamais
n'offrent le Ah, non ! ce soupir serait trop
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">doux pour parler de lui, son souvenir
ferait se rider</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">le front fatigué, et blanchir les
cheveux des philosophes dont les veines ne font plus </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">courir, en flots
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">ardents, le sang de la jeunesse. Pour
qu’ils puissent me lire je parlerais</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">plutôt du soupir</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">de
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">fatigue d’un vieux, d’un soupir
entendu une soirée d’automne sur le chemin
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">qui va
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">du village
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">au cimetière.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">(...)</p>
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</p><p>(Trad: Colo. J'ai gardé la mise en forme originale)</p><p><br /></p><h2><span></span>
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<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Suspiros</b></span></span></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><b>José
Asunción Silva</b></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Si
fuera poeta y pudiese fijar el revoloteo de las ideas en rimas
brillantes y ágiles como </span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">una</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">bandada
de mariposas blancas de primavera con alfileres sutiles de oro; si
pudiera</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">cristalizar</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">los
sueños en raras estrofas, haría un maravilloso poema en que hablara
de los suspiros, </span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">de</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">ese
aire que vuelve al aire, llevándose consigo algo de las esperanzas,
de los cansancios y</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">de</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">las
melancolías de los hombres.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">* * *</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Y
para huir de los suspiros de convención, de las romanzas
sentimentales, llenas de luna de</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">pacotilla
y de ruiseñores triviales, hablaría de los suspiros angustiosos que
flotan en el </span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">aire</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">espeso
e impregnado de olor de ácido fénico, en la luz dorada de los
cirios, entre el aroma</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">vago
de las flores mortuorias, cerca de aquellos cuyos ojos, cerrados para
siempre, </span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">guardan</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">las
huellas violáceas de los últimos insomnios, y cuyos labios se
ajaron con el frío de la</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">muerte…</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">* * *</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">¡Ah
no! Ese suspiro sería demasiado triste para hablar de él; su
recuerdo haría nublarse los</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">ojos
nuevos de las lectoras, los ojos oscuros unas veces como noches de
invierno, azules y</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">claros
otras, como el agua de los lagos quietos.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">* * *</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Para
que no se nublaran, hablaría del suspiro de voluptuosidad y de
cansancio que flota en</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">el</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">aire tibio
de una sala de baile, iluminada como el día, reflejada por espejos
venecianos; del</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">suspiro
de una mujer hermosa y joven agitada por el valse, cuya piel de
durazno se sonrosa,</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">y</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">cuyos
dedos de hada estrechan febrilmente el abanico de plumas flexibles
que le besan la</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">falda;
del suspiro sensual y vago que se pierde entre las blancuras rosadas
en el aire donde</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">palpita
el iris de los diamantes, donde la luz se quiebra en el aire de los
rubíes, en el azul</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">misterioso
de los zafiros, en el aire que arrastra tentaciones de ternuras y de
besos...</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">*
* *</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Aun
siendo poeta y haciendo el poema maravilloso, no podría hablar de
otro suspiro... del</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">suspiro
que viene a todos los pechos humanos cuando comparan la felicidad
obtenida, el</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">sabor
conocido, el paisaje visto, el amor feliz, con las felicidades que
soñaron, que no se</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">realizan
jamás, que no ofrece nunca la ¡Ah, no! Ese suspiro sería demasiado
dulce para </span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">hablar de él; su recuerdo haría arrugarse la</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">frente
cansada, y blanquearía las canas de los filósofos, por cuyas venas
no corre, en </span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">oleada</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">ardiente,
la sangre de la juventud. Para que pudieran leerme, hablaría más
bien del </span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">suspiro</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">de</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">cansancio
de un viejo, de un suspiro oído una tarde de otoño, en el camino
que va del</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">pueblo</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">al
cementerio, </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">(...)</span></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 115%;">
<span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">A part les doux appels de
la pluie, tout était silencieux; elle lisait, le chien, couché </span></p><p style="line-height: 115%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">sur
le canapé interdit, dormait, paisible. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Soudain
un long soupir. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Qui?
</span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Oubliant
l’obligation de passer inaperçu et </span><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">d'ainsi </span><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> pouvoir prolonger son
confortable</span></p><p style="line-height: 115%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> somme, ce souffle lui avait échappé. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Bien-être
? Ennui ?</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Elle
écarta, peut-être à tort, l’idée d’un mal d’amour.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 115%;"><b>Les soupirs seront eégalement l'objet du prochain billet...nous rendons-nous toujours compte de</b></p><p style="line-height: 115%;"><b> quand </b><b> et pourquoi nous soupirons ?</b></p><p style="line-height: 115%;">
<br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Excepto
las dulces llamadas de la lluvia, todo estaba en silencio; ella leía,
el perro, tumbado en el sofá prohibido, dormía, apacible.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">De
repente un largo suspiro.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">¿Quién?</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Olvidándose
de la obligación de pasar desapercibido y poder así prolongar su
confortable sueño, ese soplo le había escapado.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">¿Bienestar?
¿Aburrimiento?</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Descartó,
tal vez sin razón, la idea de un mal de amores.</span></span></p>
<style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }</style><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="color: olive;"> </span></p><p><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="color: olive;"><b><span style="color: black;"> À pied vont mes soupirs. </span></b></span></span></p><p><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="color: olive;"><b><span style="color: black;"> </span><br /></b></span></span></p> <p>CLARA MONTES -<span style="color: #666600;"> A PIÉ VAN MIS SUSPIROS</span> poème d’<a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antonio_Gala">Antonio Gala</a></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="322" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MW6SlMGJ88g" width="387" youtube-src-id="MW6SlMGJ88g"></iframe></div><br /><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"> </p><p><span style="color: olive;">A pié van mis suspiros<br />camino de mi bien.<br /><br />Antes de que ellos lleguen<br />yo llegaré.<br /><br />Abierta ten la puerta<br />y abierta el alma ten.<br /><br />Antes de que ellos lleguen<br />yo llegaré.<br /><br />Mi corazón con alas<br />mis suspiros a pié...<br />mis suspiros<br />mis suspiros a pié. (..)</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">À pied vont mes soupirs</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR">chemin de mon bien</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Avant qu’ils n’arrivent</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR">J’arriverai.</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Tiens la porte ouverte</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR">et ouverte l’âme aussi.</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Avant qu’ils n’arrivent</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR">J’arriverai.</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Mon cœur avec des ailes</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Mes soupirs à pied…</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Mes soupirs</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR">Mes soupirs à pied. (...)<br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><br /><br /></span></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-2063399534427478932024-02-29T11:22:00.003+01:002024-02-29T11:22:21.040+01:00Possibles futurs / Posibles futuros<p>
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">La mer, la terre</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Vont
devoir</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">À
partir du matin</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Servir
de miroir</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Au
soleil.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">El
mar, le tierra</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Deberán</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">A
partir de la mañana</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Servir
de espejo</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Al
sol. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><br />
</p>
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</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> </span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Patience, patience,</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Les
étoiles!</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">On
a de quoi s’occuper </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Sans
vous.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">¡Paciencia,
paciencia</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Las
estrellas!</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Tenemos
otros menesteres</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Sin
vosotras.</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> </span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><i> </i></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><i>Extraits de “Possibles
futurs” Guillevic.</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><i>Trad.
en español, Colo</i></span></p>
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<p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }</style></p><p></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-58611180624286108642024-02-24T12:10:00.009+01:002024-02-25T07:10:41.846+01:00Changement de ton (Goya lll) / Cambio de tono (Goya lll)<p> <span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif" style="background-color: white;">Voici le dernier billet sur Goya. Non point que j'en aie fait le tour; je voulais simplement, parce que je me suis passionnée, montrer des aspects moins connus de sa peinture.</span></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Après ces deux premiers billets où son œuvre est agréable, douce et belle, voici que le ton change: il devient féroce, sarcastique...que s'est-il passé?</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Devenu peintre officiel du Roi, de la cour, un énorme succès (il a peint environ 200 portraits de nobles et familles), il est subitement atteint d'une maladie grave (on ignore encore exactement laquelle) et est devenu complètement sourd. </span></span><br /><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rage et désespoirs du peintre.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Changements d'humeur, de vision de la vie aussi. Solitude.</span></span><br /><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Et voici une série de 80 gravures, en 1799,<b> </b></span></span><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b><a href="http://franciscogoyahglemariana.blogspot.com.es/2012/03/hacia-1799-el-pintor-concluyo-una-de.html" style="color: #11a4ee; text-decoration-line: none;">Los Caprichos</a> </b></i></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">où il ridiculise la société dans laquelle il vit, avec une prédilection pour le clergé, ceux qui maintiennent l'ordre et les superstitions, les nobles...leur contenu est satyrique, irrévérencieux et audacieux. L'inquisition sévit et il s'en prend à elle, bien sûr. </span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il critique l'école qui transforme les enfants en ânes, vous verrez que les ânes sont un peu partout dans la société. </span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">J'en ai choisi quelques uns. 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No es que haya dado una visión general de su obra, simplemente quería, porque me apasioné, enseñar algunos aspectos menos conocidos de su pintura.</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #666600;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Después de las dos primeras entradas donde su obra es agradable, dulce y bella, cambia el tono: se vuelve feroz, sarcástico...¡qué pasó?</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #666600;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nombrado pintor oficial del rey, de la Corte, un gran éxito (pintó unos 200 retratos de nobles y familias), padece una enfermedad grave (todavía se ignora cual) y se volvió completamente sordo.</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #666600;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rabia y desesperanzas del pintor.</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #666600;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cambios de humor, de visión de la vida también. Soledad.</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal;"><span style="color: #666600;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Realiza 80 grabados, en 1799, </span></span></span></span><a href="http://franciscogoyahglemariana.blogspot.com.es/2012/03/hacia-1799-el-pintor-concluyo-una-de.html" style="color: #11a4ee; text-decoration-line: none;">Los Caprichos</a><span style="color: #666600;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal;"><span style="color: #666600;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">donde ridiculiza la sociedad en la</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666600;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> c</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal;"><span style="color: #666600;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">ual vive, con una predilección por el clero, los que mantienen el orden, las supersticiones, los nobles...su contenido es satírico, irreverencioso y audaz.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #666600;"><span face=""DejaVu Sans", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Elegí algunos.</span></span></span></div>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-66177991264316653952024-02-20T11:23:00.000+01:002024-02-20T11:23:16.360+01:00Une coupole, un miracle (Goya ll) / Una cúpula, un milagro (Goya ll)<p> </p><div style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;">
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C'est un</span><a href="http://guias-viajar.com/madrid/capital/ermita-san-antonio-florida-rio-manzanares/"><span style="color: #11a4ee;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> ermitage</span></span></a><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">,
d'une architecture simple et sobre; l'extérieur quoique joli n'est </span></p><p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">pas vraiment singulie</span><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">r.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Goya était jeune, plein de
fougue et de projets quand on lui commanda la décoration murale, des
fresques narrant la vie de Saint Antoine et surtout de la coupole de
cette église appelée “Saint Antoine de la Floride”. (Madrid)</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">La coupole, de 6 mètres de
diamètre, représente un des miracle de saint Antoine de Padoue dont
l'histoire est la suivante....(je vous la raconte parce que j'aime
les histoires et la magie!).</span></p><p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></p>
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(Clic pour agrandir, ça vaut la peine, oui, oui)<br /></div>
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<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Un
défunt, transporté par les anges à Lisbonne, par la grâce divine,
répond aux questions du juge et confirme l'innocence du père du
saint qui avait été accusé de meurtre.</span></p>
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figure du défunt, les parents du saint et le saint lui-même sur un
rocher sont représentés dans la coupole. On y voit aussi le
paysage, ce qui donne une illusion de ciel ouvert. Les madrilènes,
le peuple observent le miracle...une forte impression de réalisme
non?</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Goya
réalisa le travail en six mois, de août à décembre 1798. </span>
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<span style="color: #666600;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Es
una<b> </b></span></span><b><a href="http://guias-viajar.com/madrid/capital/ermita-san-antonio-florida-rio-manzanares/">ermita</a></b><span style="color: #666600;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">,
con una arquitectura simple y sobria, el exterioraunque bonito, no llama mucho la
atención.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666600;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Goya
era joven, lleno de fogosidad y de proyectos cuando le encomendaron
la decoración mural, frescos narrando la vida de San Antonio y sobre
todo la cúpula de esa iglesia llamada “San Antonio de la Florida”
(Madrid)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666600;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">La
cúpula, de seis metros de diámetro, representa uno de los milagros
de San Antonio de Padua. La historia es la siguiente (os la cuento
porque me gustan las historias y la magia!)</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"><span style="color: #666600;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666600;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Un
difunto, trasportado por los ángeles a Lisboa, por la gracia divina,
responde a las preguntas del juez y confirma la inocencia del padre
del santo que había sido acusado de crimen.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666600;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">La
figura del difunto, los padres del santo y del mismo santo subido a
una roca están representados en la cúpula. También se ve el
paisaje, lo que da la ilusión de cielo abierto. Los madrileños, el
pueblo observan el milagro...une fuerte impresión de realismo, ¿no?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666600;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Goya
realizó el trabajo en seis meses, de agosto a diciembre de 1798.</span></span></div>
Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-41512927030219014052024-02-15T09:32:00.005+01:002024-02-15T09:32:57.883+01:00Je ne me lasse pas de Goya / No me canso de Goya<p> <span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Loin
de moi l'idée de faire un cours sur Goya (Saragosse 1746-Bordeaux,
France, 1828) et son œuvre, si multiple et variée.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Selon
les époques de sa vie, à la cour, pendant la guerre ou l' exil, ses
peintures ont pris des tons différents, parfois doux et champêtres,
puis sarcastiques, violents et cruels lors du soulèvement à Madrid
contre l'armée française. Plusieurs billets sont donc prévus.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nous
commencerons en douceur.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;">En 2014 Le Prado présentait une expo, qui a l'air superbe, </span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://elpais.com/especiales/2014/goya/"><span style="color: #dd4814;">“</span></a><a href="http://elpais.com/especiales/2014/goya/"><span style="color: #dd4814;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Goya
en Madrid” </span></span></a><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">,
surtout des “cartons pour tapis” qui l'ont rendu célèbre. </span></span>
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</span>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Joie,
enfants, jeux et fêtes...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;">(reprise, en partie, de billets d'il y a 10 ans) <br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggpkvNh45G48g9NrKPfvy3WoV9ycI9Gck9jA27em4WKsg2ck2HU7vA9gUa-rldafoBiHDbfRo80vPJSQRTMhKZjiey6Ze-raYiSU-f4YnORafr5zJIcrLLymEM3_s7LOdHK73vT1h0Ngbi/s1600/goya+baile+a+orillas+del+manzanares.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="588" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggpkvNh45G48g9NrKPfvy3WoV9ycI9Gck9jA27em4WKsg2ck2HU7vA9gUa-rldafoBiHDbfRo80vPJSQRTMhKZjiey6Ze-raYiSU-f4YnORafr5zJIcrLLymEM3_s7LOdHK73vT1h0Ngbi/s1600-rw/goya+baile+a+orillas+del+manzanares.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A orillas del Manzanares</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiCWgfqHuR9nz3WiWXTvkJ4U8Kt1ICMjLGiIY7CfbutVCVIqQ3tmufEGvFDi2-1PQ1KvfVtZ5qCaiO3QpjQgG7bh9Be5tmKI_vGkmsnUdIN7oKsUyhX4Wc0T8BshVwv30Jn5OV3shUtFE/s1600/+Cartones+El_pelele.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiCWgfqHuR9nz3WiWXTvkJ4U8Kt1ICMjLGiIY7CfbutVCVIqQ3tmufEGvFDi2-1PQ1KvfVtZ5qCaiO3QpjQgG7bh9Be5tmKI_vGkmsnUdIN7oKsUyhX4Wc0T8BshVwv30Jn5OV3shUtFE/s1600-rw/+Cartones+El_pelele.jpg" width="364" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">El pelele</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td></tr>
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<span style="color: #666600; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #666600; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Lejos
de mí la idea de dar una clase sobre Goya (Fuendetodos, provincia de
Zaragoza, 30 de marzo de 1746-Burdeos, Francia, 16 de abril de 1828)
y su obra, tan múltiple y variada.</span></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="color: #666600; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Según
las épocas de su vida, en la corte, durante la guerra, en el exilio,
sus obras han tomado diferentes tonos, a veces dulces y campestres,
luego sarcásticos o violentos y crueles cuando el levantamiento de
Madrid contra el ejercito francés. Empezaremos suavemente.</span></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="color: #666600; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">En 2014 El Prado presentaba una exposición que parece
maravillosa,</span></span><span style="color: #666600; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://elpais.com/especiales/2014/goya/">“Goya
en Madrid”</a><span style="color: #666600;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">,
sobre todo cartones para tapices que le han hecho celebre.</span></span></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="color: #666600; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Alegría,
niños, juegos y fiestas ...</span></span></div>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOXRF7Ay_ylFdHbiEuYxdc1hz-y7B3D2H9uhdyjn7RqxjAeW0bOtnDKw_fpJ7Y3-KvaMWM-_K6oAHWNGXOwYEBDLb3K5BmeykXbLhLfbWqse3GPsV_8dLx3NmZdLS5GsDn7Zhyphenhyphen5ny1b76j/s1600/+cartones+Las_lavanderas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOXRF7Ay_ylFdHbiEuYxdc1hz-y7B3D2H9uhdyjn7RqxjAeW0bOtnDKw_fpJ7Y3-KvaMWM-_K6oAHWNGXOwYEBDLb3K5BmeykXbLhLfbWqse3GPsV_8dLx3NmZdLS5GsDn7Zhyphenhyphen5ny1b76j/s1600-rw/+cartones+Las_lavanderas.jpg" width="398" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Las lavanderas</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Q0lY4q2rhiRFdeJ-fQA7SEHUYoj4Fny-yZHv-d3uNPtdUSHPQZl_svfqIwS5JAhkCjPEogav72ZVEcmoWqemJ1eNfTSYGfoVNRX-UfVMgpLgqvTF1nwMblEWPXLGjwwV2b0MozBcAlWq/s1600/+cartones+Muchachos_jugando_a_soldados.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Q0lY4q2rhiRFdeJ-fQA7SEHUYoj4Fny-yZHv-d3uNPtdUSHPQZl_svfqIwS5JAhkCjPEogav72ZVEcmoWqemJ1eNfTSYGfoVNRX-UfVMgpLgqvTF1nwMblEWPXLGjwwV2b0MozBcAlWq/s1600-rw/+cartones+Muchachos_jugando_a_soldados.jpg" width="403" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Muchachos jugando a soldados</td></tr>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCga-S1PpSEJyixjbESrXa3ZRHWSqXJxrsFQ1IcF9z1Dl_H1Nb4_Eh6aeLIc2VXdFW9YnF2Wa-QU7paXZ3YEEH44i9jokL3etNmPdpDrq9eNj5msBfqNFkiHYojFr-mNY_2rbqQV13k2d/s1600/+cartonesJugadores_de_naipes.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCga-S1PpSEJyixjbESrXa3ZRHWSqXJxrsFQ1IcF9z1Dl_H1Nb4_Eh6aeLIc2VXdFW9YnF2Wa-QU7paXZ3YEEH44i9jokL3etNmPdpDrq9eNj5msBfqNFkiHYojFr-mNY_2rbqQV13k2d/s1600-rw/+cartonesJugadores_de_naipes.jpg" width="380" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Los Jugadores de naipes</td></tr>
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PS. cliquez sur Goya en Madrid pour en voir plus, tout savoir!!!Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-25581416612880084082024-02-11T07:18:00.000+01:002024-02-11T07:18:07.280+01:00L'espace du chant<p>
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Certains trocs sont plus
intéressants que d’autres, le dernier m’enchante: des amandes
grillées de Majorque en échange de livres de poésie. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }</style>
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Ainsi viennent d’arriver deux
recueils de <a href="http://www.dessourcesetdeslivres.fr/textessources/biographie_guillevic.htm">Guillevic</a>, Eugène. Superbes. </span><br /></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">En
ce dimanche voici trois très courts poèmes de la partie intitulée
<b>Le chant. </b></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Le
chant</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Ouvre
ses espaces</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">En
dehors de l’espace.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> ………</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Si
le chant</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">N’épouse
pas le silence</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Alors
il n’est pas.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">………</p>
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</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Le
chant </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Insinue
toujours</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Qu’il
est là</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Pour
le salut de ceux</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Auxquels
il se donne. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><i>Art
poétique, Guillevic, Le chant, p324,329 Poésie / Gallimard</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }</style></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-23517438180584565492024-02-08T07:14:00.001+01:002024-02-08T07:14:34.299+01:00Égaré ? ¿Extraviado ?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndJUxwJolFW4IDAZ8DJjmuTI7SfCM-JkfBzBapBIYv3zhp0AqzOIqYO59vW2uWz39s874tz7GsPseLlXdBZuanqvjJq7D1x214O2ArX2UdCpFJxJ-38_q7wVuwCmzdkA7TySnEZK1PddHiPV64WaYuQN7OBNNzAK6Z9ZduUC_YN5a5iD6uIynk4d2Ntkr/s1125/caracol.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="843" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndJUxwJolFW4IDAZ8DJjmuTI7SfCM-JkfBzBapBIYv3zhp0AqzOIqYO59vW2uWz39s874tz7GsPseLlXdBZuanqvjJq7D1x214O2ArX2UdCpFJxJ-38_q7wVuwCmzdkA7TySnEZK1PddHiPV64WaYuQN7OBNNzAK6Z9ZduUC_YN5a5iD6uIynk4d2Ntkr/w300-h400/caracol.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Par un jour gris, une visite...</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">En un día gris, una visita...</span></span></p><p> </p><p> ......</p><p><br /></p><div class="x_elementToProof" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #134f5c;">Caracol; mínima cinta métrica con que mide el campo Dios.</span><span face="Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: black;"><br aria-hidden="true" /><br aria-hidden="true" /></span><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: black;">Escargot; minime mètre ruban avec quoi Dieu mesure la campagne.</span></b></span></div><div class="x_elementToProof" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: black;"> </span><span face="Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: black;"><br aria-hidden="true" /><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></b></span></div><div class="x_elementToProof" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Tahoma;">José Carrera Andrade. Poète équatorien 1903-1978</span><span face="Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: black;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></b></span></div><p></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-16881613159127005222024-02-02T07:43:00.000+01:002024-02-02T07:43:38.014+01:00Cet autre moi / Ese otro yo
<p style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Juan Ramón Jimenéz, vous
savez, l'auteur de Platero et moi (Platero y yo), était un poète
sensible, mélancolique et solitaire, qui a passé sa vie à cultiver
la beauté des mots. </span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Le
poème d'aujourd'hui, lu et relu depuis des années, simple et
profond, a de multiples sens, on peut y voir un alter ego par exemple. </span></p><p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></p><p style="line-height: 150%;">
</p>
<h2 class="western" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Je
ne suis pas moi </span></span>
</h2>
<p style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><em> <span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Juan
Ramón Jiménez</span></span></em></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Je
ne suis pas moi.<br />
Je suis celui<br />
qui va à mes côtés sans
le voir<br />
que, parfois, je vais voir<br />
et que parfois
j’oublie.<br />
Celui qui se tait, serein, quand je parle<br />
celui
qui, doucement, pardonne quand je hais<br />
celui qui se promène où
je ne suis pas<br />
celui qui restera debout après ma mort.</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Yo
no soy yo</b></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Juan
Ramón Jiménez</b></i></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Soy
este<br />
que va a mi lado sin yo verlo,<br />
que, a veces, voy a
ver,<br />
y que, a veces olvido.<br />
El que calla, sereno, cuando
hablo,<br />
el que perdona, dulce, cuando odio,<br />
el que pasea por
donde no estoy,<br />
el que quedará en pie cuando yo muera<br /></span></span></span></p>
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</p><p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Le dernier billet était, sous
la plume de Marie Laugery, dédié à l’hiver, à la </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">neige.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Toujours
d’elle aujourd’hui, deux courts extraits de son recueil
“Lumières”, qui </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">correspondent
bien plus à ce que je vis. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Chilanka;"><b>Enfleurages</b></span></span></p>
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jaune et rouge</span></p><p><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">les
lauriers roses enflamment</span></p><p><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">les
terres du Sud</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Séduits
quelques soleils blancs</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">s’y
déposent</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">touchés
par la grâce</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">fille</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">des
terres du Sud</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
…</p><p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p>
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</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Calme
bleu</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Pourquoi
la Méditerranée ?</span></p><p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">-
elle a dissous dans ses eaux</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">sa
moisson de lavande.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Marie
Laugery</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lumières</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Édition
Le Solitaire, p 61-64</span></span></p>
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</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Un beau cadeau de Noël ou des
Rois Mages ces deux recueils de poèmes dont “À </span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">l’aube du vent”.
Merci beaucoup <a href="https://www.eclats-de-mots.fr/">Maïté.</a> </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Chilanka;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Empreintes
d’hiver </span> </b> </span></p><p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Chilanka; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.recoursaupoeme.fr/marie-laugery/"><b>Marie Laugery</b></a></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">La
brume a remplacé l’espace</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Sans
repère</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Le
ciel s’est perdu</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">…</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">La
saison habite un nuage</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Le
temps d’un sommeil blanc</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> …</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Immobiles</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Les
branches dessinent le froid</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">En
bouquet de cristal</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">…</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Le
soleil a mis ses yeux gris</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Pour
un regard de givre</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> …</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Délicat</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">S’essaime
en flocons le silence</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Paroles
d’étoiles.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Édition Le Solitaire, p. 29 <br /></span></p><p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> </span></p>
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<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: Chilanka;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Huellas
de invierno</b></span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">La
niebla ocupó el espacio</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Sin
mojón</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">El
cielo se perdió</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;">…</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">La
estación habita una nube</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">el
tiempo de un sueño blanco</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;">…</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Inmóviles</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Las
ramas dibujan el frío</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">En
ramos de cristal</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;">…</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">El
sol ha puesto sus ojos grises</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Para
una mirada de escarcha</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;">…</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Delicado</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Se
dispersa en copos de nieve el silencio</span></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Palabras
de estrellas. </span></span>
</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Trad:
Colo</span></span></p>
<p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }a:link { color: #000080; text-decoration: underline }</style></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-63091501158619729292024-01-17T09:39:00.034+01:002024-01-17T16:29:07.100+01:00Chronique d'un noyau<p> <span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Il paraît que ce n’est pas
aisé, mais le résultat dépasse de loin toutes mes </span></p><p><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">espérances. Aux innocentes les mains pleines. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Donc,
il y a une quarantaine d’années, et comme des millions personnes
j’imagine, après avoir mangé un avocat, j’ai mis le noyau sur
un verre d’eau. Peu à peu des racines en sont sorties, le noyau
s’est ouvert en deux, une tige puis deux feuilles. Puis plus.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf7iGGVnpENW5isS-bbQOiywj2shUf9zvvTYAPWwdVyP-Yjh-c0KjbYdm0i21_K1iCBSO4BEgvXuK8NyaioS_fzTids4GdwcL0kAIjv8wUJR6v-pp_IP_yzRqyP6SunIVvIJdkpXYiH9D7MvLcF1GqAvXlrXvGkG7BzADUgJuTfHe65DdPX5p-SuCoj0fZ/s634/como-sembrar-hueso-semilla-aguacate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="634" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf7iGGVnpENW5isS-bbQOiywj2shUf9zvvTYAPWwdVyP-Yjh-c0KjbYdm0i21_K1iCBSO4BEgvXuK8NyaioS_fzTids4GdwcL0kAIjv8wUJR6v-pp_IP_yzRqyP6SunIVvIJdkpXYiH9D7MvLcF1GqAvXlrXvGkG7BzADUgJuTfHe65DdPX5p-SuCoj0fZ/s320/como-sembrar-hueso-semilla-aguacate.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><br /> </span><p></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Planté
dans un pot, il est devenu si grand que j’ai fait un trou dans la
terre juste devant la maison, histoire de le surveiller de près. <br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><br /></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Les
gens d’ici disent, enfin pensent, que le climat de l’île ne
convient pas à ce type d’arbres.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Regardez-le,
je me demande comment il serait si c’était le cas…. Madre mía.
Il est devenu gigantesque, envahit le toit (on est obligés de le raccourcir), mais donne une
ombre bienvenue à la façade, au petit étang, et produit entre 70
et 80 kilos d’avocats par an.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPPWPZ4b_mUdlKuVHPJOgkxg2JqCi_KIVp_ijZ0-VbrTPF3SE4JPuxBmikoT4xhSIDmnD_Y45Jn2eqFqm8WSYl4PUojyWUzoaShhfai-pTmJRanZLPOuaYw6dcGpRSlsk5VcaZSr3GcT9Ky3e8WLWSF01VYxPD7QcUZvk7KcYIdigrGn51JOI0EseoD08/s1536/arbre_avocatier_2be7469eb0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1536" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPPWPZ4b_mUdlKuVHPJOgkxg2JqCi_KIVp_ijZ0-VbrTPF3SE4JPuxBmikoT4xhSIDmnD_Y45Jn2eqFqm8WSYl4PUojyWUzoaShhfai-pTmJRanZLPOuaYw6dcGpRSlsk5VcaZSr3GcT9Ky3e8WLWSF01VYxPD7QcUZvk7KcYIdigrGn51JOI0EseoD08/w640-h426/arbre_avocatier_2be7469eb0.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><br /></span><p></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> </span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Bon,
il ne nous rend pas toujours la vie facile, parfois ils sont haut perchés…</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhml-GxbQJB34PwVWZkVCMiya1GXt7gjFc5yCw66Ax-uKWFXGzeEYsRKOnBLqpFXekHlNAbYaUe-7WOnyFd6EYMmf1AWu5IfdtMjgnDYc1g8ovH-F841AiKq8gr6JFcZ3u3IRRvrW7ghZ99clN1SeZljNyy5sL7QkSx87l7KUSReocVi1OVpW_6anXKcA1A/s1400/Avocado-tree-1400x933.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="1400" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhml-GxbQJB34PwVWZkVCMiya1GXt7gjFc5yCw66Ax-uKWFXGzeEYsRKOnBLqpFXekHlNAbYaUe-7WOnyFd6EYMmf1AWu5IfdtMjgnDYc1g8ovH-F841AiKq8gr6JFcZ3u3IRRvrW7ghZ99clN1SeZljNyy5sL7QkSx87l7KUSReocVi1OVpW_6anXKcA1A/s320/Avocado-tree-1400x933.jpg" width="320" /></a></p>
<br /><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">L’énorme
avantage de ce fruit c’est qu’il ne mûrit que plusieurs jours
après sa cueillette, ce qui permet de faire un roulement. Entre
novembre et avril nous en mangeons, je dirais tous les jours, un par
jour chacun. Et puis nous en offrons, un cadeau facile pour nous,
très apprécié des amis. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Des
dizaines d’oiseaux, des moineaux surtout et des tourterelles, y
nichent ou dorment, ce qui , en été, nous éveille tôt. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Le
vent dans l´épais feuillage, une musique apaisante. </span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Histoire d'un arbre.... </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }</style><p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }</style></p><p>NB: Les photos ne sont pas de moi, glanées sur la Toile et très ressemblantes à ma réalité, pour une raison qui m'échappe, les miennes, prises avec mon téléphone, ne veulent plus être publiées sur mon blog, grrrrr! </p><p>Si l'un d''entre vous est sur Blogspot et a une idée....<br /></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-31563457502921995972024-01-10T18:31:00.002+01:002024-01-10T18:31:54.503+01:00Un tableau, un poème IV / Un cuadro, un poema IV<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yzUrWxVWOFGt5r_Aeu-aT2csPt_GVc-NZUXwA8yzguibtMhvMHme1YHiSVyZ4qd5JWqtyUaPxmpuIRZeHz8CBIxaUElmNsZNL4_OpMBsK3jl1Ff5lx5ziWxsA_42wLnn1DgQ4IvyOC5Njo9NoU-4fEl0jmnNh07v2OK7-Z8-roFL2zMcFttTFkIaTxjE/s680/LluisaPuiggener%20una%20artista01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="680" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yzUrWxVWOFGt5r_Aeu-aT2csPt_GVc-NZUXwA8yzguibtMhvMHme1YHiSVyZ4qd5JWqtyUaPxmpuIRZeHz8CBIxaUElmNsZNL4_OpMBsK3jl1Ff5lx5ziWxsA_42wLnn1DgQ4IvyOC5Njo9NoU-4fEl0jmnNh07v2OK7-Z8-roFL2zMcFttTFkIaTxjE/w640-h470/LluisaPuiggener%20una%20artista01.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> M. Luisa Puiggener, (1973-1921, Andalucía) Una artista<p></p><p></p><p><br />
</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Être
artiste</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> JORGE EDUARDO EIELSON</span><strong> </strong>(Lima,
1924-Milán, 2006)</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
convertir un objet quelconque</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">En
un objet magique</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
convertir le malheur</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">L’i</span><span style="color: black;">diotie
</span><span style="color: black;">et les ordures</span></span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">En
un voile lumineux</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
souffrir jour et nuit</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">D’une
maladie éblouissante</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
savourer le futur</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Flairer
l’immensité</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Palper
la solitude</span></span></p><p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span></p><p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;">
</p><p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
regarder regarder regarder</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
écouter le chant de Giotto</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Le
sanglot de Van Gogh</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Le
cri de Picasso</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Le
silence de Duchamp</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
défier la raison</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">L’époque</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">La
mort</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">(...)</span></span></span></p><p style="border: medium; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;">
</p><p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
caresser des armes de combat</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Comme
si elles étaient des tubes de couleurs</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
caresser des tubes de couleurs</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Comme
s’ils étaient des oiseaux vivants</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 115%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">(...)</span></span></span></p><p style="border: medium; line-height: 115%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;">
</p><p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
jouer jouer jouer</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
se couvrir la tête de bleu outre-mer</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
se couvrir le cœur de rouge écarlate</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
jouer sa vie pour un coup de pinceau</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">C’est
s’éveiller tous les jours</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Devant
une toile vide</span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Et
ne rien peindre</span></span></p><p style="border: medium; line-height: 100%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">(Trad: Colo) <br /></span></span></p>
<p style="border: medium; line-height: 115%; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }a:link { color: #000080; text-decoration: underline }</style><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"> <br /></span></span></span></p>
<p style="border: none; padding: 0cm;"><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }a:link { color: #000080; text-decoration: underline }</style>
</p><p style="border: none; padding: 0cm;">
<strong><span style="color: #706e0c;">SER ARTISTA</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>
</p><p style="border: none; padding: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Es
convertir un objeto cualquiera<br />
En un objeto mágico<br />
Es
convertir la desventura<br />
La imbecilidad y la basura<br />
En un
manto luminoso<br />
Es padecer día y noche<br />
De una enfermedad
deslumbrante<br />
Es saborear el futuro<br />
Oler la
inmensidad<br />
Palpar la soledad</span></span></p><p style="border: none; padding: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Es mirar
mirar mirar mirar<br />
Es escuchar el canto de Giotto<br />
El sollozo
de Van Gogh<br />
El grito de Picasso<br />
El silencio de Duchamp<br />
Es
desafiar a la razón<br />
A la época<br />
A la muerte<br />
</span><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">(…)</span></span></p><p style="border: none; padding: 0cm;">
</p><p style="border: none; padding: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Es
acariciar armas de combate<br />
Como si fueran tubos de colores<br />
Es
acariciar tubos de colores<br />
Como si fueran pájaros vivos<br />
(…)</span></span></p><p style="border: none; padding: 0cm;">
</p><p style="border: none; line-height: 115%; padding: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Es jugar
jugar jugar jugar<br />
Es cubrirse la cabeza de azul ultramar<br />
Es
cubrirse el corazón de rojo escarlata<br />
Es jugarse la vida por
una pincelada<br />
Es despertar todos los días<br />
Ante una tela
vacía<br />
Es no pintar nada</span></span></p><p style="border: none; line-height: 115%; padding: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span>
</p><p style="border: none; padding: 0cm;">
<strong><span style="color: #706e0c;">JORGE EDUARDO EIELSON </span></strong><span style="color: #706e0c;">(Lima,
1924-Milán, 2006)</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
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<p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }a:link { color: #000080; text-decoration: underline }</style> <br /></p>
<p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }a:link { color: #000080; text-decoration: underline }strong { font-weight: bold }</style> <br /></p><p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }a:link { color: #000080; text-decoration: underline }</style></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-4792144171990197592024-01-04T06:10:00.001+01:002024-01-04T06:10:39.194+01:00Un poème, un tableau III/ Un poema, un cuadro III<p>
</p><h3 class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Il
existe, et ce blog n’aborde jamais ce sujet, toute une poésie pour
enfants. </span></span></span>
</h3>
<p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Quel
meilleur moment que Reyes, la fête des Rois, celle des enfants,
tellement</span></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">importante en Espagne que le 6 janvier, est férié. </span></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /> </span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRL109buyakCz7_YAerxIdFz9gU1NWak_oX8Ls1inp9NnrmrSGHpwv1RP5Ov2sIRcqMZCRFy4xoNZo0bFDkZ5PrjuZyBuZeMVmzyZC3u8zabCfiyP9PSTkoZHmxCNsX4LeiQpMvRVT__R4hGSO-YuJ4k9_tjdgLrqPlbRxNASCzg1rm8Z-oU6RiN9Y2g0/s600/verbena-pascua_leeres.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="600" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRL109buyakCz7_YAerxIdFz9gU1NWak_oX8Ls1inp9NnrmrSGHpwv1RP5Ov2sIRcqMZCRFy4xoNZo0bFDkZ5PrjuZyBuZeMVmzyZC3u8zabCfiyP9PSTkoZHmxCNsX4LeiQpMvRVT__R4hGSO-YuJ4k9_tjdgLrqPlbRxNASCzg1rm8Z-oU6RiN9Y2g0/w640-h394/verbena-pascua_leeres.png" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> 1927, Verbena de Pascua, Fêtes de Noël</span></span><p></p><p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maruja_Mallo">Maruja Mallo</a>, Espagne, 1902-1995 </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;">
</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Rois
pour Rois Mages</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><h3 class="western" style="text-align: center;">
María Rosa Serdio</h3><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Un jeudi matin</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">le
roi Melchior se trouvait</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">en
train d’écrire la lettre</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">aux
Roi de l’Amour.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Et
il disait:</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Oh
mon aimé Roi Gaspard,</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">toi
qui es mon préféré.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">M’apporteras-tu
un remède d’amour</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">pour
un monde si blessé?</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Puis, un
vendredi soir,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">après
l’heure du dîner,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">écrivit
sa nouvelle lettre</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">au
roi Melchior, Balthazar. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Et
il lui demandait, aimant,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">qu’il
apporte, s’il te plaît,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">un
remède miracle</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">pour
guérir la douleur. </span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Et le roi
Balthazar, pensant </span></span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">à
ce qu’il pouvait demander,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">écrivit
à son roi mage</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">à
peu près ceci:</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Oh
mon aimé roi Melchior,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">tu
sais combien je t’aime,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">pourrais-tu
apporter, s’il te plaît,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">des
branches de romarin,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">des
livres de couleurs,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">un
ballon avec un cœur</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">et
une boîte de semences,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">semences
d’une fleur nouvelle ?</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> Elles
doivent être de fleur de rêve.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Elles
doivent être de fleur d’amour.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Elles
doivent être de fleur de vie.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">De
fleur de rêves en fleur.</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Et,
heureux, répondirent</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">le
jour dit les Rois Mages</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">et
les trois Rois, les trois,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">tous
eurent des cadeaux.</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">La
magie ne traîne pas,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">tu
l’appelles et elle vient. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }</style><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> (Trad: Colo)</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><h3 class="western">
<span style="color: #706e0c;">Reyes para Reyes Magos, de María Rosa Serdio</span></h3><p> </p><p>
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Un jueves
por la mañana</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">se
encontraba el rey Melchor</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">escribiéndoles
la carta</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">a
los Reyes del Amor.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Y
decía:</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Oh
mi amado Rey Gaspar,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">tú
que eres mi preferido</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">¿Me
traerás cura de amor</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">para
un mundo tan herido?</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Luego, un
viernes por la noche,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">tras
la hora de cenar,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">escribió
su carta nueva</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">al
rey Melchior, Baltasar.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Y
le pedía, amoroso,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">que
trajera, por favor,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">una
cura milagrosa</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">para
sanar el dolor.</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Y el rey
Baltasar, pensando</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">qué
le podía pedir,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">escribía
a su rey mago</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">diciéndole
algo así:</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Oh,
mi amado rey Melchor,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">tú
sabes cómo te quiero</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">¿podrías
traerme, porfa,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">unas
ramas de romero,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">unos
libros de colores,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">un
globo con corazón</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">y
una caja de semillas,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">semillas
de nueva flor?</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Han de ser
de flor de sueños.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Han
de ser de flor de amor.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Han
de ser de flor de vida,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">De
flor de sueños en flor.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Y
respondieron felices</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">en
su día los Reyes Magos</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">y
los tres Reyes, los tres,</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">todos
tuvieron regalos.</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">La
magia no se entretiene.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Tú
la llamas y ella viene.</span></span></p>
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<p><style type="text/css">h3 { margin-top: 0.25cm; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; background: transparent; page-break-after: avoid }h3.western { font-family: "Liberation Serif", serif; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold }h3.cjk { font-family: "Noto Serif CJK SC"; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold }h3.ctl { font-family: "Lohit Devanagari"; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold }p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }</style></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-68951190549881607362024-01-01T08:55:00.004+01:002024-01-01T08:55:57.935+01:00Souhaits / Deseos<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7D8Ecy3rdKbQ_F5KvfzaXOQR7olSFwbiYeHiAyBGkj_7hVapkbT0s-DFEZCcOencGzUiAKBNdUAhtfHrMvi_jSfAU5gmkZia7yYCdaOIWh1t9E_MldLu1cYpyAihpngfyM0vMtZCJ1JDBEosZZfnYoOlM6IrJmWjXzDiftK1vRLIo61ci8l0Ucc5Dt5Ul/s400/ana%C3%AFs_nin.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="285" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7D8Ecy3rdKbQ_F5KvfzaXOQR7olSFwbiYeHiAyBGkj_7hVapkbT0s-DFEZCcOencGzUiAKBNdUAhtfHrMvi_jSfAU5gmkZia7yYCdaOIWh1t9E_MldLu1cYpyAihpngfyM0vMtZCJ1JDBEosZZfnYoOlM6IrJmWjXzDiftK1vRLIo61ci8l0Ucc5Dt5Ul/w285-h400/ana%C3%AFs_nin.webp" width="285" /></a></div><br />Rêves et souhaits de création, de guérison, de travail, de rencontres, quels qu'ils<p></p><p> soient...</p><p><br /></p><p>Que l'année vous soit souriante !<br /></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-68007531163945926342023-12-23T07:50:00.000+01:002023-12-23T07:50:01.737+01:00Bonne Fin d'Année / Feliz fin de Año<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HmLcRR8Q0naY8US-d0G6gBZeFhn5RQOnJdceUwcHoDPdmITL7ITrrttadvJ1OwkbHcsEaCkSf4abHik8XgWB3DVUhpw9njUEDTeAzpeuoVbrQonLHkKcyK1PBz63YjYvt-ceGzPHPWyyEYTc5nFqCpbSwlrFBUpyduTT1MBOGR661cvlstNZ5R4wtUK8/s1200/naturaleza-muerta-resucitando-de-remedios-varo.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="848" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HmLcRR8Q0naY8US-d0G6gBZeFhn5RQOnJdceUwcHoDPdmITL7ITrrttadvJ1OwkbHcsEaCkSf4abHik8XgWB3DVUhpw9njUEDTeAzpeuoVbrQonLHkKcyK1PBz63YjYvt-ceGzPHPWyyEYTc5nFqCpbSwlrFBUpyduTT1MBOGR661cvlstNZ5R4wtUK8/w453-h640/naturaleza-muerta-resucitando-de-remedios-varo.webp" width="453" /></a></div> Nature morte ressuscitant / <span style="color: #274e13;">Natura muerta resucitando</span><p></p><p> <a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Remedios_Varo">REMEDIOS VARO</a> (Gerona, España 1908-1963 Mexico)</p><p> </p><p></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Pour une fois pas de
poème, il se formera certainement dans vos têtes en </span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">observant
ce tableau surréaliste "en mouvement".</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Un
"à bientôt" souriant. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
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</p>
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<p></p><p><i> La
cuna</i> (1969), de Carmen Laffón* (Le berceau)<br /></p><p> </p><p>
</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Le
berceau </b></span></span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">J</span><span style="color: black;">uana
de Ibarbourou </span><span style="color: black;">1892 - 1979, Uruguay</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Si je
savais de quelle forêt vint</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">L’arbre
vigoureux qui donna le cèdre</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Pour
façonner le berceau de mon fils…</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Je
voudrais bénir son nom exotique.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Je
voudrais deviner sous quel ciel,</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Sous
quelle brise il grandit lentement</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">L’arbre
qui naquit avec pour destin</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">D’être
un lit si minuscule et pur. <br />
<br />
(...)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Parfois
pendant que dort le tout petit</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Je
me mets à forger de belles histoires:</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Qui
sait si sous sa cime cuivrée</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Mère
venait allaiter son enfant</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Tous
les soirs, à l’heure</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Où
ce cèdre, buffet de nids,</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">S’emplissait
d’oiseaux ensommeillés,</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="color: black;">De
musique de gaz</span><span style="color: black;">ou</span><span style="color: black;">illements
et de berceuses.</span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span><span style="color: black;">(...)</span></span></span></p>
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</p><p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Arbre
immense, tu t’es fait humble</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Pour
bercer un enfant entre tes planches.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Tu
abriteras les enfants de mes enfants</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Toute
ma race dormira dans tes bras. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; text-align: left;"> Trad: Colo<br /></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }</style></p><p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }</style><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="color: black;"> * Carmen Laffón, </span></span></span> 1934 -<time class="nowrap" data-sort-value="2021-11-07" datetime="2021-11-07"> 2021</time>, Espagne, Séville, peintre et sculptrice, elle a vécu de la vente de portraits mais peignait de superbes paysages, surtout dans le parc naturel de Doñana. Elle a, entre autres, peint une série de tableaux, <a href="https://masdearte.com/sal-carmen-laffon-leandro-navarro-jardin-botanico/">Las Salinas.</a>..allez voir!<br /></p>
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</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><b>LA CUNA</b></span> Juana de
Ibarbourou 1892, 1979, Uruguay </p>
<p><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Si yo
supiera de qué selva vino<br />
El árbol vigoroso que dio el
cedro<br />
Para tornear la cuna de mi hijo…<br />
Quisiera bendecir
su nombre exótico.<br />
Quisiera adivinar bajo qué cielo,<br />
Bajo
qué brisa fue creciendo lento<br />
El árbol que nació con el
destino<br />
De ser tan puro y diminuto lecho.</span></span></p><p>
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">(...)</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><br />
<br />
A
veces mientras duerme el pequeñuelo<br />
Yo me doy a forjar bellas
historias:<br />
Tal vez bajo su copa cobriza<br />
Madre venía a
amamantar su niño<br />
Todas las tardecitas, a la hora<br />
En que
este cedro aparador de nidos<br />
Se llenaba de pájaros con
sueño,<br />
De música de arrullos y de píos.</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> (...)</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><br />
Árbol
inmenso, que te hiciste humilde<br />
Para acunar a un niño entre tus
gajos:<br />
¡Has de mecer los hijos de mis hijos!<br />
¡Toda mi
raza dormirá en tus brazos.</span></span></p>
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<p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }em { font-style: italic }</style> <br /></p><p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }em { font-style: italic }</style></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-16102724845369582412023-12-11T19:01:00.000+01:002023-12-11T19:01:27.601+01:00Un tableau, un poème / Un cuadro, un poema - 1<p> </p><p> <span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Une <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">exposition</a>
à Madrid, au musée national Thyssen-Bornemisza propose un<br /></span></p><p><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> "</span><b><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">voyage de la fin du XVIe siècle aux premières décennies du XXe siècle, à </span></b></p><p><b><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">travers huit scènes importantes du parcours des femmes vers leur</span></b></p><p><b><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">émancipation".</span></b></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Et
je réfléchis, et me rends compte qu'à l'exception d'une ou
deux, comme <a href="https://espacesinstants.blogspot.com/2013/02/toute-mon-oeuvrepour-un-peu-de-beaute.html">Maria Blanchard</a>, je ne connais pas de peintres-femmes
espagnoles. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Je
vous propose pour ce mois, qui sait pour le suivant, de vous
présenter quelques tableaux que j'aime particulièrement, suivis
d'un poème. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nuits...<span style="font-size: small;">Josefina
de la Torre*</span></b></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Nuits
sur la plage: rumeur de rive fraîche.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Blanc
battement des rames que l’obscurité surprend.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Sur
la grande barre les torches de pêche,</span></p>
<p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">et
un corps paresseux qui sur le sable s'allonge. </span></p>
<p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Sur
le haut de l’Île le phare tourne et tourne.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Une
dense odeur d’algues...Vénus, la Grande Ourse….</span></p>
<p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Résonne
une guitare. Une femme soupire.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">La
brise apporte des arômes de chèvrefeuille en fleur. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">(...) Trad: Colo<br /></span></p><p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">*<i>Josefina de la Torre
Millares, née le 25 septembre 1907 à Las Palmas de Grande Canarie
et décédée à Madrid le 12 juillet 2002, est une poétesse,
romancière, chanteuse lyrique et actrice espagnole.</i></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Noches…
</span><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Josefina
de la Torre</span></span></span></h2>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Noches
sobre la playa: rumor de orilla fresca. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Blanco
batir de remos que la sombra sorprende. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Sobre
la barra grande los hachones de pesca, </span></span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">y
un cuerpo perezoso que en la arena se tiende. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">En
lo alto de la Isleta el faro gira y gira. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Un
denso olor a algas... Venus, la Osa Mayor... </span></span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Rasguea
una guitarra. Una mujer suspira. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">La
brisa trae aromas de madreselva en flor. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> </p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">(…)</span></p>
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<p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }a:link { color: #000080; text-decoration: underline }</style></p><p></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-2270757780273067502023-12-08T11:43:00.001+01:002023-12-08T11:43:08.489+01:00Réponses<p>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Reprenons donc joyeusement les
expressions du billet précédent, <a href="https://espacesinstants.blogspot.com/2023/12/la-brouette-la-carretilla.html#comment-form">La
brouette.</a></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">- La
première, vous l’aviez trouvé, “l’heure collée au cul”
c’est être à la bourre, expression qui semble être familière à
Dédé:-))</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> - Le
matasellos, ce vaillant “tue-timbre”, c’est ça, oui.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></p>
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</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">- Cantar
las cuarenta, chanter les quarante, c’est “sonner les
cloches”comme tu dis Fifi, ou remonter les bretelles à quelqu’un
oui Manou. Mais d’où vient cette expressions ?</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Et
bien d’un jeu de cartes, el tute, où, chaque fois qu’un joueur
arrive à avoir le cavalier et le roi de la même série il obtient
40 et il dit “je vais annoncer 40” pour reprocher à un autre
d’avoir mal joué.</span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">- Mais
venons-en à l’expression de ce cher saint qui est monté au ciel.
L’origine de cette expression serait la suivante, c’est fort
amusant. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Durant
une messe, exactement durant un prêche, un curé faisait allusion à
l’histoire d’un saint dont, juste à ce moment, il ne se
souvenait pas du nom….aurait dit “ Le saint s’en est allé
au ciel”.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Bon,
bon, cela veut dire, vous l’avez sans doute compris, c’est ne pas
se rappeler, sur le moment, de faire, de dire, le nom de….</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">- Tania
tu demandais ce que la guenon faisait là, dans l’expression
“dormir la guenon”.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Et
bien elle a son origine dans une coutume du passé: pour connaître
les effets de l’alcool on donnait du vin aux singes…qui
s’endormaient, ivres. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Donc
ça veut dire cuver son vin, après une bonne cuite. </span>
</p>
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<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">- Demander
des poires à l’orme, c’est, oui, demander l’impossible.</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Passez un bon week-end ! </span>
</p>
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<p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }a:link { color: #000080; text-decoration: underline }</style></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-55148120647800015122023-12-04T08:14:00.000+01:002023-12-04T08:14:04.255+01:00La brouette / La carretilla<p>
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><b>Voici quelques expressions
espagnoles que j'ai traduites
littéralement, </b></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><b>voyons si vous arrivez à deviner leur sens...<br /></b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Dans la campagne elle marchait
ce matin–là, l'heure collée au cul (<span style="color: #706e0c;"> andar
con la hora pegada al culo</span>). Il lui fallait passer par le
bureau de poste, et une fois le tue–timbre ( <span style="color: #706e0c;">matasellos</span>)
apposé, elle irait chanter les quarante (<span style="color: #706e0c;"> c</span><span style="color: #706e0c;">antar
las cuarenta</span>) à ce vieux ronchon de Julián qui serait
sûrement encore en train de dormir la guenon* ( <span style="color: #706e0c;">dormir
la mona</span>). Oh, parfois il était de bonne humeur mais si
distrait! </span>
</p>
<ul><li><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Ma
brouette est réparée, Julián?</span></p>
</li><li><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Ah,
ma bonne dame, j'ai eu une journée terrible hier et mon saint est
monté au ciel (<span style="color: #706e0c;"> se me ha ido el santo al
cielo</span>). </span>
</p>
</li><li><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Mais
Julián, vous m'aviez déjà dit cela la semaine dernière!</span></p>
</li><li><p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Quand
j'ai trop à faire, j'ai trop à faire. Il ne faut pas demander des
poires à l'orme (<span style="color: #706e0c;"> pedir peras la olmo</span>).</span></p>
</li></ul>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Elle
n'insista pas et pensa que le four n'était pas prêt pour les petits
pains ( <span style="color: #706e0c;">el horno no está para bollos</span>) et
que la prochaine fois tout irait comme miel sur pâte feuilletée <span style="color: #706e0c;">( como miel sobre hojuelas</span>).</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Bon,
je vous aide un peu:</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*
dormir la mona : cuver son vin.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p><style type="text/css">p { line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.25cm; background: transparent }a:link { color: #000080; text-decoration: underline }</style></p>Colohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863619546600031448noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075597282748629255.post-44423479125446719862023-11-27T07:14:00.001+01:002023-11-27T12:29:24.537+01:00Je suis un tigre sauvage / Soy un tigre salvaje<p> <span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> </span></p><p><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Sans doute avons-nous tous un ou
plusieurs de nos billets auxquels nous tenons </span></p><p><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">beaucoup, moi c’est
celui-ci basé sur un article très original écrit par Susana
Fortes</span></p><p><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> et intitulé <b>« Les figures d’il y a 500 ans</b> » (El
País 25-05-2008). </span>
</p>
<p lang="fr-FR" style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Je
l’ai déjà publié il y a 13 ans mais qu’importe...</span></p><p lang="fr-FR" style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> </span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span lang="fr-FR">Il
débute ainsi : « </span><span lang="fr-FR"><i>Beaux, étranges,
puissants. Les artistes de la Renaissance réussirent à capter l’âme
dans un visage. (…) Derrière chaque visage il y a un secret, une
histoire que nous ignorons et que nous avons un besoin urgent de
connaître, quand nous le contemplons, seuls, dans un tableau. Il
n’est pas aisé d’expliquer cette pulsion qui bat dans certains
portraits, mais il existe également dans la vie des figures qui ont
sur nous un puissant ascendant. (…) Ceci n’a rien à voir avec la
beauté, mais avec le mystère. Parfois ce qui attire notre attention
dans un visage c’est un détail aussi insignifiant que le lobe
d’une oreille, ou un point blanc, minuscule et brillant dans les
pupille </i></span><span lang="fr-FR">». C’est ainsi,
explique-t-elle, que la première fois qu’elle a vu La Joconde,
elle n’a pensé ni à son sourire ni à son regard, mais au son de
sa voix .</span></span></p>
<p lang="fr-FR" style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Elle
s’est imaginé une voix grave, un peu rauque, semblable à celle
de Jeanne Moreau. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span lang="fr-FR">Peindre
la voix. </span><span lang="fr-FR"><i>« Il suffit parfois d’un
coup de pinceau estompé juste sur le bord supérieur de la lèvre,
comme un souffle, pour que le tableau parle. La vie n’est qu’un
souffle d’air, mais à travers lui émergent peu à peu le désir,
la douleur, l’incertitude, le mépris, l’expérience…Tous les
masques de l’âme ».</i></span></span></p>
<p lang="fr-FR" style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Ici
elle nous raconte l’histoire d’une autre femme, <b>Ginevra de
Benci</b>, à travers le mystérieux portrait réalisé par Leonardo.
<i>« Il y a quelque chose dans son visage qui inquiète. Peut-être
son intrépidité statique, la sévérité de son expression, l’air
fantomatique. »</i> Cette jeune fille, intelligente, cultivée et
riche venait d’une excellente famille florentine qui fréquentait
le palais des Médicis. Pourtant ce n’est pas avec un poète, mais
avec un marchand de chiffons, que ses parents la marièrent peu avant
ses seize ans. </span>
</p>
<p lang="fr-FR" style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">On
a cru très longtemps que c’était un portrait de mariage commandé
par son mari.</span></p>
<p lang="fr-FR" style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Mais
l’histoire est plus croustillante...plus banale aussi. Une vraie
histoire d’amour et d’infidélité.</span></p>
<p lang="fr-FR" style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Il
y a peu on a découvert que ledit portrait avait été commandité
par un diplomate vénitien de 40 ans qui, arrivé à Florence en 1475
avec femme et enfants, était tombé follement amoureux de la jeune
fille. Leur idylle passionnée durera cinq ans, moment où il fut
envoyé ailleurs. Éplorée Ginevra se retira du monde et vécut à
la campagne.</span></p>
<p lang="fr-FR" style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Les
seules choses qui sont restées d’elle sont le tableau de Leonardo
da Vinci et un unique vers, écrit de sa main : </span>
</p>
<p lang="fr-FR" style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><b>J’implore
la clémence ; je suis un tigre sauvage.</b></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span lang="fr-FR"><i>«
Il faut contempler son portrait en tenant compte de ces mots,
prononcés sans doute avec un timbre de voix plus sombre que
mélancolique. </i></span><i>La voix du tableau.» </i>(Traductions, Colo)<i><br /></i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><a name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525324376119437538"></a>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTb5RGFSkKdfBDIi4YwJL6ckfiyWQmNqm97ki04H8Ig0CCaoUKh3Ziist76SFou5fOSx0Le9MPUIDccUo3ifGtEXwAucObzYHYtPzuzNShsiUPzmqoB460yOtJn-Jg6rOLg6F1fQuXOvV5/s1600/Leonardo+Da+Vinci.jpg">
<img align="bottom" border="0" height="400" name="Imagen1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTb5RGFSkKdfBDIi4YwJL6ckfiyWQmNqm97ki04H8Ig0CCaoUKh3Ziist76SFou5fOSx0Le9MPUIDccUo3ifGtEXwAucObzYHYtPzuzNShsiUPzmqoB460yOtJn-Jg6rOLg6F1fQuXOvV5/s400-rw/Leonardo+Da+Vinci.jpg" vspace="5" width="379" />
</a>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #666600;">Para agradar a MA,
vuelvo a publicar ese texto basado en un artículo muy original
escrito por Susana Fortes y titulado « <b>Las caras de hace 500 años
</b>» (El País 25-05-2008).</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #666600;">Empieza así:”
<i>Bellos, extraños, poderosos. Los artistas del Renacimiento
lograron captar el alma en un rostro (…). Detrás de cada cara hay
un secreto, una historia que desconocemos y que necesitamos
urgentemente conocer, cuando la contemplamos a solas en un cuadro. No
es fácil explicar esa pulsión que late en algunos retratos, pero en
la vida también hay rostros que ejercen sobre nosotros un poderoso
influjo (…). No es algo que tenga que ver con la belleza, sino con
el misterio. A veces lo que nos llama la atención de un rostro es un
detalle tan insignificante como el lóbulo de una oreja, o un punto
blanco diminuto y brillante en las pupilas</i>”. Es así. Explica,
que la primera vez que vio la Gioconda, no pensó ni en su sonrisa ni
en su mirada, sino en el sonido de su voz. Se imaginó un tono grave,
un poco ronco, parecido al de Jeanne Moreau.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #666600;">Pintar la voz. “<i>A
veces basta una pincelada difuminada justo al borde superior del
labio como un soplo para que el retrato hable. La vida no es más que
un soplo de aire, pero a través de él empieza a asomarse el deseo,
el dolor, la incertidumbre, el desprecio, la experiencia…Todas las
máscaras del alma</i>”.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #666600;">Aquí nos cuenta
la historia de otra mujer, Ginebra de Benci, a través del misterioso
retrato realizado por Leonardo. “<i>Hay algo en su rostro que
inquieta. Tal vez su impavidez estática, la severidad de la
expresión, el aire fantasmal”.</i> Esa chica joven, bella, culta y
rica pertenecía a una excelente familia florentina que frecuentaba
el palacio de los Médicis. Sin embargo no fue con un poeta sino con
un comerciante de paños que sus padres la casaron, poco antes de
cumplir los 16 años. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #666600;">Durante mucho
tiempo se creyó que el retrato era un encargo de su marido.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #666600;">Pero la historia
es más crujiente…banal también. Una verdadera historia de amor e
infidelidad.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #666600;">Se descubrió,
hace poco, que dicho retrato había sido encargado por un diplomático
veneciano de 40 años quien, llegado a Florencia en 1475 con mujer e
hijos, se había enamorado locamente de la joven. Su idilio duró
cinco años y terminó cuando le mandaron lejos de Florencia.
Desconsolada, Ginebra se retiró del mundo y vivió en el campo.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #666600;">Las únicas cosas
que quedaron de ella fueron el cuadro de Leonardo da Vinci y ese
único verso, escrito de su mano:</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #666600;"><b>Pido clemencia;
soy un tigre salvaje.</b></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #666600;">“<i>Hay que
contemplar su retrato al amparo de estas palabras, pronunciadas tal
vez con un timbre más oscuro que melancólico. La voz del retrato”.</i></span></p>
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brouille, les verres s'embuent.<br /></span></p><p><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #706e0c;">Solo
respirar el alba.<br />
Hace frio; 5º en mi campo.<br />
La vista se nubla, los cristales se empañan. <br />
</span></span><br />
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vêtement d'automne.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLvMhh3OsFJmsc_YGqpTB5j_NET068TRUQDYxYGks1nPfQW2q9tNxuhD72EyGJPKEam-2m3GB-BNcJ7O_H_0ijrE_4kh2hel0lZYpMIjeDZXvSIa4GaT8MmYeGt7Dg0RhBIc8sTROHZjoQA6Qaft3NpCHvPOxXkUQJ5owudlFjj_6QdBug0dXPgKMCYSOB/s640/oto%C3%B1o%20puig%204.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="425" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLvMhh3OsFJmsc_YGqpTB5j_NET068TRUQDYxYGks1nPfQW2q9tNxuhD72EyGJPKEam-2m3GB-BNcJ7O_H_0ijrE_4kh2hel0lZYpMIjeDZXvSIa4GaT8MmYeGt7Dg0RhBIc8sTROHZjoQA6Qaft3NpCHvPOxXkUQJ5owudlFjj_6QdBug0dXPgKMCYSOB/w266-h400/oto%C3%B1o%20puig%204.webp" width="266" /></a></div><br /><br />
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><br />
</span><br />
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<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><b>Luz</b>...<br />
Cuando
mis lágrimas te alcancen<br />
la función de mis ojos<br />
ya no
será llorar,<br />
sino ver.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><a href="https://www.biografiasyvidas.com/biografia/l/leon_felipe.htm">LeónFelipe</a></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"> </span></span></p>
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<b><br />
</b></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><b>Lumière…</b></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">Quand
mes larmes t’atteindront</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">la
fonction de mes yeux</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">ne sera plus de pleurer</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif">mais
de voir. </span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le%C3%B3n_Felipe">León Felipe</a> (Trad: Colo) </span>
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</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Ida Vitale, vous vous rappelez
d’elle ? Nous avions parlé de cette poétesse </span><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Uruguayenne,
à </span><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">l’occasion du prix Cervantès qu’elle avait reçu à 95 ans en 2018. C’est <a href="https://espacesinstants.blogspot.com/2018/11/dire-sa-chance-decir-su-fortuna.html">ICI</a>,
nous avio</span><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">ns tous</span><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> beaucoup aimé le poème du billet. </span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"> </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2LR_tmORYfP_ZxFTQ0ASihZZ8ZWF7wBmSBkq88rTWLDPYoGO-I92yNaEjY0x_53HYiiVNyWuK5NyWrEyV-lxA8yS52Mb111ER5nClhuAaoEre8ehAnuYB5TLa2U5f2nRTr83VuQ7VkbeG8hpeMcIrShVDEMdnqLsfud91ph0dsPxP9LcxEsYrm5X4Eba8/s1440/Ida.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="990" data-original-width="1440" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2LR_tmORYfP_ZxFTQ0ASihZZ8ZWF7wBmSBkq88rTWLDPYoGO-I92yNaEjY0x_53HYiiVNyWuK5NyWrEyV-lxA8yS52Mb111ER5nClhuAaoEre8ehAnuYB5TLa2U5f2nRTr83VuQ7VkbeG8hpeMcIrShVDEMdnqLsfud91ph0dsPxP9LcxEsYrm5X4Eba8/w400-h275/Ida.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">El Pais, <br /><div class="Figure-content">
<figcaption class="Figure-caption">La poeta Ida Vitale en su cumpleaños en la Cinemateca uruguaya.</figcaption><div class="Figure-credit">Foto: Sofia Torres/AFP</div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<br /><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Le
temps passe, et son pays vient de lui organiser une fête pour ses
100 ans.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Toujours
aussi gaie et ironique, elle a dit en arrivant: “Merci aux fous qui
ont organisé cela et aux fous qui sont venus. Je ne le mérite pas.
Et en plus il pleut.”</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Alors,
pour fêter avec elle, voici un autre de ses poèmes. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<h3 class="western" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><a name="Reunion"></a>
</h3>
<h3 class="western" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Réunion</i></span></span></h3>
<p style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Il
était une forêt de mots<br />
une pluie d'embuscade de mots,<br />
une
voix bruyante ou tacite<br />
convention de mot,<br />
une mousse
délicieuse qui murmure,<br />
un léger grondement, un arc-en-ciel
oral<br />
de possibles oh légères légères légères
dissidences,<br />
il y avait le pour et le contre,<br />
le oui et le
non,<br />
arbres multipliés<br />
avec une voix dans chacune de ses
feuilles.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Plus
jamais, dirait-on,<br />
Le silence.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
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<h2 class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Reunión</i></span></span></span></h2>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Érase
un bosque de palabras,</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">una
emboscada lluvia de palabras,</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">una
vociferante o tácita</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">convención
de palabras,</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">un
musgo delicioso susurrante,</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">un
estrépito tenue, un oral arcoíris</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">de
posibles oh leves leves disidencias leves,</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">érase
el pro y el contra,</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">el
sí y el no,</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">multiplicados
árboles</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">con
voz en cada una de sus hojas.</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"> </span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ya
nunca más, diríase,</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">el
silencio.</span></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Une
Chronique publiée dans El Pais en 2012 de <a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manuel_Vicent">Manuel
Vicent </a>. Elle ne peut pas nous faire de mal !</span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #706e0c;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Una
crónica de Manuel Vicent que nos puede venir bien. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">"Un
jour dans le bar Gijón j'ai surpris un poète maudit, plongé dans
ses pensées. Je lui ai demandé si la gravité de son visage se
devait à l'élaboration d'un vers brillant. “C'est ça”,
m'a-t-il répondu. “En ce moment je me débats dans un doute: me
tirer un coup de revolver dans la bouche ou manger une glace à la
fraise”.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Au
monastère de Kopan, dans la vallée de Katmandou, un Maître
Vénérable m'a dit: si tu veux savoir jusqu'à quel point tu es
heureux et tu ne le sais pas, achète-toi un carnet et écris chaque
nuit cinq petits faits agréables qui te sont arrivés pendant la
journée. Ne note que les sensations plaisantes et insignifiantes,
les joies infimes, pas les rêves démesurés. </span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Ce
matin le soleil à la fenêtre m'a éveillé et j'ai remarqué que
cette fois je n'avais pas mal au dos. Le chien m'a salué de la
queue. Le patron du bar, où j'ai l'habitude de petit déjeuner en
lisant le journal, a refusé de me faire payer la ration de churros.
J'ai lu la chronique sportive: hier mon équipe a gagné. L'autobus
est arrivé à l'heure et à l'arrêt les mots d'amour d'une mère à
sa petite fille qui partait à l'école m'ont ému. (…)</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Le
Vénérable Maître assura qu'après un temps se formerait dans ce
carnet un tissu basique d'actes heureux, de subtils plaisirs
éphémères, très consistant, qui, sans que nous nous en rendions
compte<span style="color: black;">,</span> soutient fermement toute notre
vie et résout au passage le doute du poète. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Pour
le moment il suffira pour éviter qu'il ne se suicide. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Il
se peut que ce ne soit que cette charlatanerie qui se répand tandis
que brûlent les traditionnels bâtons de musc et encens et que cela
ne serve qu'à oublier la terrible et injuste cruauté qui nous
entoure. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Mais
le Vénérable Maître, au milieu de cet air transparent qui
descendait de l'Himalaya, dit que de toutes les flèches funestes que
la vie nous lance quasi aucune n'atteint son but. Elles tombent
autour de nous et c'est nous qui les arrachons du sol et nous les
clouons dans le cœur, l' esprit, ou dans le sexe. Peut-être cet
enseignement pourrait-il servir au poète pour enfiler un de ses vers
les plus éminents: paraît le soleil, je suis vivant."</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">(Trad:Colo)</span></p>
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</p><p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">{Écrivain
prolixe, très peu de ses romans sont traduits en français, mais
parmi eux <b>La Balade de Caïn</b>: basé sur le vieux thème du
fratricide qui imprègne la culture judéo-chrétienne, et depuis la
Genèse jusqu'à New York, c'est un roman sensuel, lyrique et
sensible. La recherche des mots et du style, si neuf, – on a parlé
de “poète de la prose” - rendent sa lecture délicieuse. }</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9d6RWRSBvAjXkXTbX3czs3gsDXsv559ZiQkhzPJgzzHIQMaqGwynuDgkMMnD6o4BMWzmn0D0hA1W_6SqzpBh0UAjRmUvLP5R7xcJ4Hij6g0t0k1QuJaSPGscJLpY_8v5CJ6AWZdmWL_LapG8J6W_8XERfDdpgMxfv_CVJsx3DGflmAHqq7UQaovHNq45c/s320/Funcacion%20Mir%C3%B3%20010.webp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9d6RWRSBvAjXkXTbX3czs3gsDXsv559ZiQkhzPJgzzHIQMaqGwynuDgkMMnD6o4BMWzmn0D0hA1W_6SqzpBh0UAjRmUvLP5R7xcJ4Hij6g0t0k1QuJaSPGscJLpY_8v5CJ6AWZdmWL_LapG8J6W_8XERfDdpgMxfv_CVJsx3DGflmAHqq7UQaovHNq45c/s1600/Funcacion%20Mir%C3%B3%20010.webp" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fundación Miró, Mallorca, foto Colo <br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span face="DejaVu Sans, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCudPUGfTluar3wSHpSCh68o8M41ylPQ0VdXF2OXOipo5dUK71bicho7k4EHzATR41FgVyqglsRuuqlvARe5DOf6jW-ux8LUNJEqZiqZix7ZNpqpmYZzeThbGEUsXswRnF87u2D27PhC3-D8pRuAch-Ya6pYUtbWb4_Haz7IWLL-Xx9Ar9vf3N6XkQD8T/s320/3%20enero%20gioia%20009.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCudPUGfTluar3wSHpSCh68o8M41ylPQ0VdXF2OXOipo5dUK71bicho7k4EHzATR41FgVyqglsRuuqlvARe5DOf6jW-ux8LUNJEqZiqZix7ZNpqpmYZzeThbGEUsXswRnF87u2D27PhC3-D8pRuAch-Ya6pYUtbWb4_Haz7IWLL-Xx9Ar9vf3N6XkQD8T/w300-h400/3%20enero%20gioia%20009.webp" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto Colo<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /> </span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #808019;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #808019;">"Un día en
el café Gijón sorprendí a un poeta maldito, absorto en sus
pensamientos. Le pregunté si la gravedad de su rostro obedecía a
que estaba elaborando algún verso insigne. “Así es”, me
contestó. “En este momento me debato en la duda de pegarme un tiro
en la boca o tomarme un helado de fresa”. </span><br />
<span style="color: #808019;">En
el monasterio de Kopan, en el valle de Katmandú, me dijo un Maestro
Venerable: si quieres saber hasta qué punto eres feliz y no lo
sabes, cómprate una libreta y apunta en ella cada noche cinco
pequeños hechos agradables que te hayan sucedido durante el día.
Anota solo las sensaciones placenteras insignificantes, las alegrías
ínfimas, no los sueños desmesurados. </span></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #808019;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #808019;">Esta
mañana me ha despertado el sol en la ventana y he comprobado que
esta vez no me dolía la espalda. El perro me ha saludado con el
rabo. El dueño del bar, donde suelo desayunar hojeando el periódico,
hoy se ha negado a cobrarme la ración de churros. He leído la
crónica deportiva: ayer ganó mi equipo. El autobús ha llegado
puntual y en la parada me han conmovido las palabras de amor que una
madre le dirigía a su niña que se iba al colegio. (...) </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #808019;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">El
Maestro Venerable aseguró que después de un tiempo en esa libreta
se habrá formado un tejido básico de actos felices, de sutiles
placeres efímeros, muy consistente, que sin darnos cuenta sustenta
firmemente toda nuestra vida y de paso resuelve la duda del poeta. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #808019;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">De
momento bastará con un helado para evitar que se pegue un tiro. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #808019;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Puede
que esto no sea más que esa charlatanería que se expande mientras
arden las consabidas barritas de almizcle e incienso y que solo sirve
para olvidar la terrible crueldad e injusticia que nos rodea. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #808019;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;">Pero
el Maestro Venerable, en medio de aquel aire transparente que bajaba
del Himalaya, dijo que todas las flechas aciagas que la vida nos
lanza casi ninguna da en el blanco. Caen a nuestro alrededor y somos
nosotros los que las arrancamos del suelo y nos las clavamos en el
corazón, en la mente o en el sexo. Tal vez esta enseñanza podría
servir al poeta para enhebrar uno de sus versos más excelsos: sale
el sol, estoy vivo."</span></span></p>
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<span style="color: #808019;"><span style="font-family: DejaVu Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">{Escritor
muy prolijo, me encantó la novela <b>La Balada de Caín</b>; basada
en el viejo tema del fratricidio que impregna la cultura
judeocristiana, y eso desde la Génesis hasta Nueva York, es una
novela sensual, lírica y sensible. La búsqueda de palabras y de un
estilo tan nuevo – se habló de un “poeta de la prosa” - hacen
su lectura deliciosa.}</span></span></span></p>
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