{"id":960,"date":"2025-04-16T14:31:27","date_gmt":"2025-04-16T12:31:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/unlivre-unreve.fr\/?page_id=960"},"modified":"2025-10-24T19:09:09","modified_gmt":"2025-10-24T17:09:09","slug":"elementor-960","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/unlivre-unreve.fr\/index.php\/elementor-960\/","title":{"rendered":"Exil \ud83c\udfdd\ufe0f &#8211; 2e partie JOUR 4 &#8220;Plonger dans l&#8217;Apr\u00e8s&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"960\" class=\"elementor elementor-960\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-e72d3b9 e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"e72d3b9\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-40706d2 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"40706d2\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #cc99ff;\">Plonger dans l&#8217;Apr\u00e8s<\/span><\/strong>\u00a0<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-626f0aa elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"626f0aa\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><span style=\"color: #5e328a;\"><strong><em>Alors, je me sens soudain plus li\u00e9e que jamais \u00e0 cette petite fille ; sans doute parce que ses sanglots repr\u00e9sentent la soupape symbolique de s\u00e9curit\u00e9 \u00e0 l&#8217;expression de mon propre chagrin. Sur ses fr\u00eales \u00e9paules repose -sans qu&#8217;elle le sache, ni personne d&#8217;ailleurs -une tristesse double. Cette \u00e9chappatoire de larmes, ce tendre exutoire que je vis providentiellement par procuration me sauve d&#8217;une asphyxie totale.<br \/><i>Et je me prends \u00e0 esp\u00e9rer que la r\u00e9ciprocit\u00e9 -tant de fois r\u00eav\u00e9e- ne soit finalement pas vraie, juste pour \u00e9pargner \u00e0 Estevan ne serait-ce que le dixi\u00e8me des affres d&#8217;un tel d\u00e9sarroi.\u00a0<\/i><\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"color: #5e328a;\"><strong><em>Je retourne m&#8217;assoir. J&#8217;essaie de ne penser \u00e0 rien. En vain. Mon sourire a disparu. Est-il rest\u00e9 l\u00e0-bas aussi ? <i>J\u2019enserre mes mains entre elles -pli nocturne cens\u00e9 m\u2019apaiser- mais aujourd\u2019hui rien n\u2019y fait, j\u2019aimerais tant que ce soit la sienne de main qui \u00e9treigne la mienne\u00a0; j\u2019imagine que par cette pression il me dirait d\u2019\u00eatre courageuse, alors je dois l\u2019\u00eatre.<\/i><br \/><\/em><\/strong><strong><em>Je me compose un visage d&#8217;indiff\u00e9rence et cela me demande une force immense. Tel un miroir invers\u00e9, j&#8217;arrive pourtant \u00e0 l&#8217;ex\u00e9cuter de telle sorte qu&#8217;il soit l&#8217;antith\u00e8se criante de tout l&#8217;amour que je ressens. Je remercie cette capacit\u00e9 que j&#8217;ai, \u00e0 l&#8217;\u00e2me bien chevill\u00e9e, de savoir prot\u00e9ger tout ce que je ch\u00e9ris. Alors se creuse cet ab\u00eeme -o\u00f9 je m&#8217;ab\u00eeme- qui vient s\u00e9parer mon corps d&#8217;avec mon c\u0153ur. Est-ce pour cela que partout dans mon esprit la douleur irradie\u00a0? La dissonance est maximale.<br \/><\/em><\/strong><strong><em>Refouler, diff\u00e9rer un chagrin, quoi de plus path\u00e9tique\u00a0?\u00a0La d\u00e9sillusion est tragique. Jamais \u00e0 aucun moment de ma vie, je n&#8217;ai eu \u00e0 taire avec autant de brisement mes sentiments.<br \/><\/em><\/strong><strong><em>Heureusement pour moi, je dispose d&#8217;une foi en la vie \u00e0 toute \u00e9preuve\u00a0et, c&#8217;est peut-\u00eatre assez na\u00eff de ma part, mais je ne peux me d\u00e9faire de cette certitude qu&#8217;au bout de chaque tunnel travers\u00e9, se trouve un soleil pr\u00eat \u00e0 resplendir. L&#8217;avenir me donnera-t-il raison\u00a0? Y aura-t-il un nouvel horizon pr\u00eat \u00e0 s&#8217;ouvrir pour moi, comme un juste retour des choses o\u00f9 tout pourrait reprendre sa place et l&#8217;harmonie revenir me combler\u00a0?<br \/><\/em><\/strong><strong><em>Eh bien, oui et ce petit miracle a commenc\u00e9 le jour m\u00eame o\u00f9 la rudesse de son absence ne m&#8217;a pas laiss\u00e9 d&#8217;autre choix que de prendre la plume pour attendre \u2013 \u00f4 si peu- que ma main se r\u00e9chauffe, s&#8217;\u00e9chauffe sous les rayons d&#8217;une mise \u00e0 distance \u00e9clairante faisant que mes \u00e9mois remontent, surgissent puis jaillissent en feux d&#8217;artifice, laissant la parole \u00e0 des sentiments trop grands, trop puissants pour rester contenus dans un seul \u00eatre alors que leur destin a finalement toujours \u00e9t\u00e9 celui de prodiguer. Sur la page, je verrai, \u00e9merveill\u00e9e, s&#8217;\u00e9taler\u00a0: mes mots enfin libres de s&#8217;\u00e9crire ou plut\u00f4t de s&#8217;\u00e9crier -seulement deux lettres changent ! &#8211; et je me regarderais subjugu\u00e9e d'(ac)coucher sur papier de tant d&#8217;amour d\u00e9sireux de s&#8217;encrer pour accourir encore vers lui -m\u00eame apr\u00e8s toutes ces ann\u00e9es &#8211; mais aussi, gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 un mouvement de solidarit\u00e9 plus large que la vie m&#8217;a enseign\u00e9, avec le souhait d&#8217;\u00e9nergiser tous ceux qui savent aimer.<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p><p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><span style=\"color: #5e328a;\"><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p><p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><span style=\"color: #5e328a;\"><strong><em>Seulement ce jour-l\u00e0, je ne sais rien de tout \u00e7a. Et dans ce car, le temps, inexorable, reprend ses droits et sa course lente. Le ciel, au diapason de ma tristesse, se voile d&#8217;un gris p\u00e2le affligeant. Le bleu s&#8217;en est all\u00e9. Je regarde, distraitement, la route qui d\u00e9file.<br \/><\/em><\/strong><strong><em>Mais plus fort que le vide redoutable de l&#8217;absence qui voudrait aspirer mes pens\u00e9es, c&#8217;est la douce cruaut\u00e9 de son visage qui revient sans cesse \u00e0 mon esprit s&#8217;imposer. Alors pour ne plus saigner, je visualise malgr\u00e9 moi ce lien entre nous. Ce fil invisible qui, au fil des kilom\u00e8tres, va s&#8217;allonger pour continuer \u00e0 nous relier en secret.\u00a0<br \/><\/em><\/strong><strong style=\"font-style: inherit; background-color: var(--ast-global-color-5);\"><em>Je veux croire en cette tendre perp\u00e9tuit\u00e9.<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-8585293 elementor-widget elementor-widget-image\" data-id=\"8585293\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"image.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/NySN_UbJN7Y?si=e8YUxhvgECScu0Ts&#038;t=283\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"600\" height=\"600\" src=\"https:\/\/unlivre-unreve.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/blog-maman2.png\" class=\"attachment-large size-large wp-image-1017\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"https:\/\/unlivre-unreve.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/blog-maman2.png 600w, https:\/\/unlivre-unreve.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/blog-maman2-300x300.png 300w, https:\/\/unlivre-unreve.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/blog-maman2-150x150.png 150w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Plonger dans l&#8217;Apr\u00e8s\u00a0 Alors, je me sens soudain plus li\u00e9e que jamais \u00e0 cette petite fille ; 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