{"id":9846,"date":"2013-11-10T16:09:50","date_gmt":"2013-11-10T15:09:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/?page_id=9846"},"modified":"2023-02-22T13:09:25","modified_gmt":"2023-02-22T12:09:25","slug":"gardar-i","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/galeries\/for-now-i-am-winter\/gardar-i\/","title":{"rendered":"For Now I am Winter: Gar\u00f0ar I"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u00ab Branchies par o\u00f9 respire toute la lumi\u00e8re \u00e9close,
\nrose,
\nla premi\u00e8re. \u00bb<\/strong>
\nHerberto Helder, Du Monde<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/div>\nWovenhand – Hutterite Mile<\/span><\/p>\n

8h30.
\nj’entendais l’oc\u00e9an qui gronde sans jamais pouvoir l’approcher. plus j’avan\u00e7ais, plus il s’\u00e9loignait. je tournai alors la t\u00eate en arri\u00e8re, et c’est la lumi\u00e8re que j’ai vue appara\u00eetre, le soleil en plein \u00e0 l’horizon.<\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar<\/a><\/p>\n

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\u00ab c’est \u00e0 cela que je r\u00eave, image en \u00e9tincelles, le lieu sauvage<\/strong>
\nmais si doux, absolu,<\/strong>
\nl’image inhabitable que j’habite, un don.<\/strong>
\nSi j’ouvre les bras et tourne tout autour de la lumi\u00e8re.<\/strong>
\nSi la m\u00e9lodie. Si le verre fr\u00e9mit \u00e0 mes l\u00e8vres.<\/strong>
\nSi le verre br\u00fble. Si une plaie.<\/strong>
\nUne \u00e9toile qui me calcine l\u00e0 o\u00f9 je suis myst\u00e8re<\/strong>
\n\u00e0 l’arr\u00eat, l\u00e9ger. \u00bb<\/strong>
\nHerberto Helder, Du Monde<\/p>\n

 
\n\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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\u00ab on boit. Dans l’eau plonge
\nune branche
\nd’\u00e9toiles m\u00fbres. Le sperme s’\u00e9paissit.
\nOn meurt d’\u00e9moi.
\nOn ressuscite, aujourd’hui. \u00bb<\/strong>
\nHerberto Helder, Du Monde<\/p>\n

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\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Gar\u00f0ar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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\u00ab Branchies par o\u00f9 respire toute la lumi\u00e8re \u00e9close, rose, la premi\u00e8re. \u00bb Herberto Helder, Du Monde Wovenhand – Hutterite Mile 8h30. j’entendais l’oc\u00e9an qui gronde sans jamais pouvoir l’approcher. plus j’avan\u00e7ais, plus il s’\u00e9loignait. je tournai alors la t\u00eate en arri\u00e8re, et c’est la lumi\u00e8re que j’ai vue appara\u00eetre, le soleil en plein \u00e0 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":9869,"parent":9456,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-9846","page","type-page","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t