{"id":11658,"date":"2014-04-06T08:57:37","date_gmt":"2014-04-06T06:57:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/?p=11658"},"modified":"2026-01-17T15:09:11","modified_gmt":"2026-01-17T14:09:11","slug":"lenfance-rouge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/lenfance-rouge\/","title":{"rendered":"l&#8217;enfance rouge"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/embed\/cmVqxZG3idU?rel=0;autoplay=1;\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div class=\"compact_audio_player_wrapper\"><div class=\"sc_player_container1\"><input type=\"button\" id=\"btnplay_69fd58b08df3c0.17798235\" class=\"myButton_play\" onClick=\"play_mp3('play','69fd58b08df3c0.17798235','http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/Lotfi-Bouchnak-LEnfanceRouge-Nhabbik.mp3','80','false');show_hide('play','69fd58b08df3c0.17798235');\" \/><input type=\"button\"  id=\"btnstop_69fd58b08df3c0.17798235\" style=\"display:none\" class=\"myButton_stop\" onClick=\"play_mp3('stop','69fd58b08df3c0.17798235','','80','false');show_hide('stop','69fd58b08df3c0.17798235');\" \/><div id=\"sm2-container\"><!-- flash movie ends up here --><\/div><\/div><\/div> <span style=\"font-size: 100%; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300;\">Lotfi Bouchnak &amp; L&#8217;Enfance Rouge &#8211; N&#8217;habbik<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;\">De l\u2019autre c\u00f4t\u00e9 de la mer, \u00e0 l\u2019or\u00e9e de l\u2019apr\u00e8s-midi, des hommes traversent les murs d\u2019un palais. Au fond d\u2019une cour battue par le soleil, du linge suspendu aux fen\u00eatres sert d\u2019abri aux chats, las, qui dorment \u00e0 l\u2019ombre de tous nos d\u00e9sirs. Une femme, marqu\u00e9e par la fatigue des jours lents, s\u2019affaire autour de v\u00eatements \u00e0 repriser. Son enfant, dans un geste m\u00e9canique, fait rebondir un ballon de cuir contre la porte. Tape tape. Des retrouvailles se pr\u00e9parent.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 500; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;\">Qui frappe \u00e0 cette heure ?<br \/>\nLa main de la mort ? Le cri de la naissance ? **<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;\">Bruits de pas, murmures, une agitation de plus en plus grandissante se fait sentir depuis les contre-all\u00e9es du palais. Et puis plus rien, le silence\u00a0\u2014 l\u2019attente.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 500; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;\">Moi la femme ignorante<br \/>\nJe poursuis ce que je ne veux pas, d\u00e9sire ce que je poursuis, jusqu\u2019\u00e0 ce que malheur m\u2019assomme<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;\">Chemins de traverse, ce sont des paysages aux mille teintes qui sont enferm\u00e9s encore dans quelques visages et s\u2019appr\u00eatent \u00e0 d\u00e9livrer leurs aspirations. Foi en la vie, espoir de r\u00e9conciliation, message de paix \u2014 le combat pour la vie. Au-del\u00e0 de toute notion de tol\u00e9rance : l\u2019amour de l\u2019autre, son fr\u00e8re, par-del\u00e0 les langues, par-del\u00e0 les fronti\u00e8res \u2014 ruisseaux, rivi\u00e8res, montagnes, porte porte Atlas le poids de ce monde, rel\u00e2che rel\u00e2che ce qui g\u00eet entre tes mains, brise brise tous ces murs qui s\u2019\u00e9l\u00e8vent.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 500; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;\">Je suis la femme rescap\u00e9e<br \/>\nIls n\u2019ont pris de moi que ce qu\u2019un vent prend \u00e0 une for\u00eat, dissimul\u00e9e, je marche sur l\u2019eau, d\u00e9ploie mes ailes<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;\">Des vies multiples, venues de r\u00e9gions lointaines et aux accents fort diff\u00e9rents, joignent leurs cordes et s\u2019entrem\u00ealent. On est \u00e0 Tunis, Tanger, Marseille. Le battement des c\u0153urs. Il faut du temps pour reconna\u00eetre que ces hommes, dont on distingue \u00e0 peine la nervosit\u00e9 des mains, ne parlent pas la m\u00eame langue mais le m\u00eame langage. Tremble, tremble la vo\u00fbte du palais, quelque chose se pr\u00e9pare, des voix s\u2019\u00e9l\u00e8vent.<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"\" href=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/P1120128.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-dJzCV0gn\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-11724\" alt=\"Marseille\" src=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/Marseille.jpg\" width=\"1280\" height=\"721\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/Marseille.jpg 1280w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/Marseille-140x78.jpg 140w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/Marseille-315x177.jpg 315w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/Marseille-630x354.jpg 630w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/Marseille-700x393.jpg 700w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/Marseille-332x187.jpg 332w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1280px) 100vw, 1280px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 110%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: georgia; font-weight: 300;\">* Billet initialement publi\u00e9 dans <a href=\"http:\/\/indiectators.tumblr.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Indiectators (le bon go\u00fbt malgr\u00e9 toi)<\/a>, <a href=\"http:\/\/indiectators.tumblr.com\/post\/78744638880\/atlas-2-candice-on-continue-de-parler-datlas\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">mars 2014<\/a> ; merci \u00e0 Alexandre Lenot (<a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/1grr\" targes=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">@1GRR<\/a>) pour l&#8217;invitation au voyage.<br \/>\n** Citations extraites de Rifaat SALLAM, <em>Pierre flotte sur l&#8217;eau<\/em>, cipM \/ Spectres familiers, 2009<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/les-rideaux\/\">\u2190<\/a> \u2022 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/chicken-for-lunch\/\">\u2192<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lotfi Bouchnak &amp; L&#8217;Enfance Rouge &#8211; N&#8217;habbik De l\u2019autre c\u00f4t\u00e9 de la mer, \u00e0 l\u2019or\u00e9e de l\u2019apr\u00e8s-midi, des hommes traversent les murs d\u2019un palais. Au fond d\u2019une cour battue par le soleil, du linge suspendu aux fen\u00eatres sert d\u2019abri aux chats, las, qui dorment \u00e0 l\u2019ombre de tous nos d\u00e9sirs. Une femme, marqu\u00e9e par la [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":12221,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[24],"tags":[358,357,48],"class_list":["post-11658","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-ailleurs","tag-alexandre-lenot","tag-indiectators","tag-rifaat-sallam"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11658","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11658"}],"version-history":[{"count":100,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11658\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23285,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11658\/revisions\/23285"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12221"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11658"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11658"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11658"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}