Bouquet de chrysanthèmes

17 novembre 2010

La nouvelle saison venait de commencer : Qui t’avait cueilli? Tu aurais pu rester couché sur la terre nouvellement fraîche ou toucher la froideur d’une ancienne plaque en pierre. Mais tu es arrivé dans mes mains et je t’ai posé sur le rebord de ma fenêtre.

Maintenant je te regarde dans cet univers plat dont tu te hisses, cet univers hanté par les pentes escarpées, et je me demande inutilement si à force d’observer comment tes pétales de satin résistent à ces brises changeantes je réussirai à découvrir où tu es né. Tout ce que je vois ce sont trois tiges qui obstinément restent dressées, comme si elles cherchaient à prendre d’assaut le ciel, à le transformer.

Je vais pour l’instant refermer cette fenêtre qui a malgré tout réchauffé mon visage et plonger mes yeux dans la lueurs d’autres pupilles.

Publicités

Nuestra (in)armonía / Notre (in)harmonie

15 octobre 2009

 
 
NOTRE (IN)HARMONIE
 
on s’est mis debout pour voir les arbres
pour que la terre se déchaîne
en des rengaines aléatoires

les arbres poussent
font du ciel le reflet de l’eau

les branches s’étalent
les feuilles veulent se détacher
vers les nuages aqueux afin de
percer comme une flèche
la vue profonde que tapie
l’obscur se rapprochant de la dissolution
 
 
 
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NUESTRA (IN)ARMONÍA
 
nos pusimos de pie para ver los arboles
para que la tierra se liberase con furia
en la misma cantinela fortuita

los árboles crecen
hacen del cielo el reflejo del agua

las ramas se extienden
las hojas se quieren desprender
hacia las nubes acuosas para
penetrar como flecha
la vista profunda que esconde
lo oscuro cada vez más cerca de la disolución
 
 
 
 
(Plutôt la musique de l’album Zeit de Tangerine Dream / Mejor la música del álbum Zeit de Tangerine Dream)
 
 


Henry Thoreau: Walden

15 mai 2008

The first english post on this blog is a passage taken from Henry Thoreau’s Walden. I would draw your attention to the way spatial meanings are displayed in this text.

Translation is coming in a few weeks.

This Small Lake…

This small lake was of most value as a neighbor in the intervals of a gentle rain storm in August, when, both air and water being perfectly still, but the sky overcast, mid-afternoon had all the serenity of evening, and the wood-thrush sang around, and was heard from shore to shore. A lake like this is never smoother than at such a time; and the clear portion of the air above it being shallow and darkened by clouds, the water, full of light and reflections, becomes a lower heaven itself so much the more important. From a hill top near by, where the wood had been recently cut off, there was a pleasing vista southward across the pond, through a wide indentation in the hills which form the shore there, where their opposite sides sloping toward each other suggested a stream flowing out in that direction through a wooded valley, but stream there was none. That way I looked between and over the near green hills to some distant and higher ones in the horizon, tinged with blue. Indeed, by standing on tiptoe I could catch a glimpse of some of the peaks of the still bluer and more distant mountain ranges in the north-west, those true-blue coins from heaven’s own mint, and also of some portion of the village. But in the other directions, even from this point, I could not see over or beyond the woods which surrounded me. It is well to have some water in your neighborhood, to give buoyancy to and float the earth. One value even of the smallest well is, that when you look into it you see that earth is not continent but insular. This is as important as that it keeps butter cool. When I looked across the pond from this peak toward the Sudbury meadows, which in time of flood I distinguished elevated perhaps by a mirage in their seething valley, like a coin in a basin, all the earth beyond the pond appeared like a thin crust insulated and floated even by this small sheet of intervening water, and I was reminded that this on which I dwelt was but dry land.

Henry David Thoreau (1817 – 1862) escribió el Walden. Consultar la siguiente página web: http://www.sc.ehu.es/sfwpbiog/acdr/thoreau.htm

Walden Pond in snow. Photograph by Kathy Tarantola