{"id":357,"date":"2012-08-19T11:39:35","date_gmt":"2012-08-19T11:39:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/candicenguyen.wordpress.com\/?page_id=357"},"modified":"2023-02-23T09:54:55","modified_gmt":"2023-02-23T08:54:55","slug":"des-journees-entieres","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/chantiers\/ailleurs\/des-journees-entieres\/","title":{"rendered":"Des journ\u00e9es enti\u00e8res"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<a href=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3321\/5812086357_9a93f34153_z.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-9spGqtbw\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3321\/5812086357_9a93f34153_z.jpg\" alt=\"des journ\u00e9es enti\u00e8res\" width=\"630\" height=\"421\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div class=\"compact_audio_player_wrapper\"><div class=\"sc_player_container1\"><input type=\"button\" id=\"btnplay_69fc46e3a41141.74006031\" class=\"myButton_play\" onClick=\"play_mp3('play','69fc46e3a41141.74006031','http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/01\/WhereWeHadNeverGone.mp3','80','false');show_hide('play','69fc46e3a41141.74006031');\" \/><input type=\"button\"  id=\"btnstop_69fc46e3a41141.74006031\" style=\"display:none\" class=\"myButton_stop\" onClick=\"play_mp3('stop','69fc46e3a41141.74006031','','80','false');show_hide('stop','69fc46e3a41141.74006031');\" \/><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_69fc46e3a41141.74006031\",\n                    volume: \"80\",\n                    url: \"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/01\/WhereWeHadNeverGone.mp3\"\n                });\n                var auto_loop = \"false\";\n                mySound.play({\n                    onfinish: function() {\n                        if (auto_loop == \"true\") {\n                            loopSound(\"btnplay_69fc46e3a41141.74006031\");\n                        } else {\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnplay_69fc46e3a41141.74006031\").style.display = \"inline\";\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnstop_69fc46e3a41141.74006031\").style.display = \"none\";\n                        }\n                    }\n                });\n                document.getElementById(\"btnplay_69fc46e3a41141.74006031\").style.display = \"none\";\n                document.getElementById(\"btnstop_69fc46e3a41141.74006031\").style.display = \"inline\";\n            },\n            ontimeout: function() {\n                \/\/ SM2 could not start. Missing SWF? Flash blocked? Show an error.\n                alert(\"Error! Audio player failed to load.\");\n            }\n        });\n        <\/script>\n         <span style=\"text-align: left; font-family: Oswald; font-size: 110%; font-weight: 300;\">S\u00e9bastien Schuller &#8211; Where we had never gone<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify; font-family: Oswald; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\">Mains dans le sable, eau jusqu&#8217;aux mollets, la peau qui craquelle br\u00fbl\u00e9e sur le dessus des \u00e9paules et qui devient peu \u00e0 peu bleue, du froid de l&#8217;eau, du temps pass\u00e9 immerg\u00e9s, \u00e0 mesure qu&#8217;on redescend sur le bas des jambes. Des journ\u00e9es enti\u00e8res, on ne s&#8217;arr\u00eaterait jamais. Les yeux riv\u00e9s au sol pliss\u00e9s par le vent ou le soleil tra\u00eetre ou la concentration on ne sait pas tr\u00e8s bien, on remarque juste cette courbure des corps plong\u00e9s dans un bonheur insouciant inconscient, le bonheur est toujours pass\u00e9. C&#8217;est un quotidien. Des ann\u00e9es. Une enfance. Regarde celui-l\u00e0 comme il est beau. Et puis cette nacre, t&#8217;en as pas trouv\u00e9 des aussi beaux toi. Mais si qu&#8217;est-ce tu racontes et celui-l\u00e0 alors, on n&#8217;en avait jamais ramass\u00e9s des comme \u00e7a, non ? Ah oui. \u2013 moue de d\u00e9ception, arr\u00eat des bavardages, reprise de la qu\u00eate silencieuse et souriante.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify; font-family: Oswald; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\">L&#8217;eau glac\u00e9e trouble troubl\u00e9e par le passage incessant de nos pieds. D\u00e8s qu&#8217;on rejette un coquillage \u00e0 la mer, c&#8217;est des arcs de cercle concentriques qui se dessinent et se propagent \u00e0 la surface argent\u00e9e de l&#8217;eau jusqu&#8217;\u00e0 leur dissolution \u00e0 on ne sait trop quel moment ni endroit, on ne regarde d\u00e9j\u00e0 plus. On ramasse les beaux coquillages seulement. Ceux qu&#8217;on pourra aller vendre aux hordes de touristes dans la Baie. Ces peaux blanches qui n&#8217;ont pas compris encore qu&#8217;il faut se prot\u00e9ger du soleil ici, mettre un chapeau, des manches longues, un pantalon. 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