{"id":240,"date":"2012-08-19T08:22:39","date_gmt":"2012-08-19T08:22:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/candicenguyen.wordpress.com\/?page_id=240"},"modified":"2023-02-22T12:02:35","modified_gmt":"2023-02-22T11:02:35","slug":"nous-ne-sommes-toujours-pas-des-meduses","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/chantiers\/meduses\/nous-ne-sommes-toujours-pas-des-meduses\/","title":{"rendered":"Nous ne sommes toujours pas des m\u00e9duses (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/nous-ne-sommes-toujours-pas-des-m\u00e9duses-1024x685.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-kfZJ7ehc\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-241\" title=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/nous-ne-sommes-toujours-pas-des-m\u00e9duses.jpg\" alt=\"nous ne sommes toujours pas des m\u00e9duses (6)\" width=\"630\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<div class=\"compact_audio_player_wrapper\"><div class=\"sc_player_container1\"><input type=\"button\" id=\"btnplay_6a087c7b007866.73585987\" class=\"myButton_play\" onClick=\"play_mp3('play','6a087c7b007866.73585987','https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/01\/TheMercySeatAcousticVersion.mp3','80','false');show_hide('play','6a087c7b007866.73585987');\" \/><input type=\"button\"  id=\"btnstop_6a087c7b007866.73585987\" style=\"display:none\" class=\"myButton_stop\" onClick=\"play_mp3('stop','6a087c7b007866.73585987','','80','false');show_hide('stop','6a087c7b007866.73585987');\" \/><div id=\"sm2-container\"><!-- flash movie ends up here --><\/div><\/div><\/div>        <script type=\"text\/javascript\" charset=\"utf-8\">\n        soundManager.setup({\n            url: \"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/plugins\/compact-wp-audio-player\/swf\/soundmanager2.swf\",\n            onready: function() {\n                var mySound = soundManager.createSound({\n                    id: \"btnplay_6a087c7b007866.73585987\",\n                    volume: \"80\",\n                    url: \"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/01\/TheMercySeatAcousticVersion.mp3\"\n                });\n                var auto_loop = \"false\";\n                mySound.play({\n                    onfinish: function() {\n                        if (auto_loop == \"true\") {\n                            loopSound(\"btnplay_6a087c7b007866.73585987\");\n                        } else {\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnplay_6a087c7b007866.73585987\").style.display = \"inline\";\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnstop_6a087c7b007866.73585987\").style.display = \"none\";\n                        }\n                    }\n                });\n                document.getElementById(\"btnplay_6a087c7b007866.73585987\").style.display = \"none\";\n                document.getElementById(\"btnstop_6a087c7b007866.73585987\").style.display = \"inline\";\n            },\n            ontimeout: function() {\n                \/\/ SM2 could not start. 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La ville comme recroquevill\u00e9e sur sa propre nuit ne se donnait qu&#8217;en \u00e9troite verticalit\u00e9 : les murs suintaient l&#8217;abandon, les rues \u00e9taient d\u00e9sert\u00e9es et de leur imperceptible fin on ne pressentait que les profondeurs ramen\u00e9es \u00e0 m\u00eame le sol. Pas d&#8217;\u00e9clairage public, pas de lumi\u00e8re aux fen\u00eatres, pas le moindre bruit. Quid des promeneurs nocturnes dans le labyrinthe de ces villes portuaires. Ceux-l\u00e0 savaient d&#8217;avance o\u00f9 ils allaient, il n&#8217;y avait pas de balade possible, pas ici. Un \u00e9gar\u00e9 que l&#8217;ignorance aurait propuls\u00e9 l\u00e0 par hasard n&#8217;aurait senti que la peur monter : le grignotement insidieux, le fourmillement au bout des doigts et cette prise de conscience soudaine de tout son corps, de tout son \u00eatre et d&#8217;une existence comme devenue par un malheureux concours de circonstances si disconvenue. En ces lieux-ci, en ces heures-l\u00e0, qu&#8217;aurait-il pu faire d&#8217;autre que de guetter les yeux des chats dans la nuit et se mettre \u00e0 courir du plus vite qu&#8217;il put ?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 80px; padding-right: 80px;\">Nous f\u00fbmes de ces chats-l\u00e0. Des bandes affam\u00e9es. Dress\u00e9s d\u00e8s l&#8217;enfance dans la mort de Dieu et la soif de vengeance. Dans une sorte d&#8217;amalgame terrible nous guettions les inconscients, des \u00e9trangers le plus souvent &#8211; mais comment aurait-il pu en \u00eatre autrement, comme s&#8217;ils incarnaient ces soldats dont on nous avait appris qu&#8217;ils venaient \u00e9gorger nos fils en nos terres et dont il fallait nous abreuver de leur sang, impur ! \u00d4 ces tra\u00eetres ! Ces rois conjur\u00e9s ces tyrans ! \u00d4 bande de chiens ! 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