« J'entends le vent souffler sur le désert et je vois les lunes de la nuit d'hiver cingler dans le vide comme de grands vaisseaux. A elles, je fais serment : je serais déterminé et je ferai un art du gouvernement ; j'équilibrerai l'héritage du passé et je serai le magasin idéal des souvenirs préservés. Je serai connu pour ma bonté plutôt que pour mon savoir. Mon visage illuminera les couloirs du temps aussi longtemps qu'existeront les humains. »
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samedi 2 juillet 2011
vendredi 1 juillet 2011
mercredi 1 juin 2011
224
« Agnès s’était entichée de lunettes noires alors qu’elle fréquentait encore le lycée. Elle les portait moins pour se protéger les yeux du soleil que pour paraître jolie et énigmatique. Les lunettes devinrent sa marotte : de même que certains hommes ont un placard plein de cravate, de même que certaines femmes remplissent de bagues leur boîte à bijoux, Agnès collectionnait les lunettes noires. »
lundi 2 mai 2011
194
« Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like A Rolling Stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like A Rolling Stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like A Rolling Stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like A Rolling Stone? »
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like A Rolling Stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like A Rolling Stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like A Rolling Stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like A Rolling Stone? »
samedi 2 avril 2011
164
« Il a rédigé le meilleur commentaire au sujet des futures errances de son propre crâne lorsqu’il a écrit, dans son célèbre traité mi-archéologique, mi-métaphysique consacré aux rites de crémation et aux urnes funéraires, que le fait d’être soustrait à la tombe est une tragédie et une abomination. Mais, ajout-t-il, qui peut se vanter de connaître le destin de ses propres ossements, qui sait combien de fois on les enterrera ? »
vendredi 4 mars 2011
135
« Durant les deux heures que nous mîmes à nous en approcher, nous n’avions d’yeux que pour ces merveilles. »
mercredi 2 février 2011
105
« Les fragments de vie vraie ne se trouvent que chez les veuves joyeuses honteuses mais indomptables. »
lundi 3 janvier 2011
75
« On ne devrait jamais rien raconter, ni donner d’informations, ni proposer d’histoires, ni offrir aux gens l’occasion d’évoquer des êtres qui n’ont jamais existé, n’ont jamais foulé cette terre ni traversé le monde, ou qui sont passés mais qui étaient maintenant à moitié en sécurité dans l’oubli incertain et borgne. »
jeudi 2 décembre 2010
43
« Ce serait folie et inconséquence que de supposer que des choses qui n’ont encore jamais été accomplies puissent être accomplies sans recourir à des moyens jusqu’ici jamais employés »
mercredi 1 décembre 2010
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