{"id":466,"date":"2007-04-10T12:30:00","date_gmt":"2007-04-10T12:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"\/blog\/?p=466"},"modified":"2012-05-02T23:01:49","modified_gmt":"2012-05-02T21:01:49","slug":"une_histoire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/posts\/466\/une_histoire","title":{"rendered":"Une histoire"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Un moment de douceur, de calme, on raconte une histoire.
\nHier je me faisais raconter par mon grand-p\u00e8re paternel sa vie et celle de la famille depuis les ann\u00e9es 1900.
\nLe nez dans de vieilles photos j’en trouvais une de moi en train de jouer avec le jouet que mon fils me fait sortir \u00e0 chaque fois que nous allons dans cette maison.
\nVoil\u00e0, le temps passe. Ce doit \u00eatre l’ann\u00e9e o\u00f9 j’en ai le plus conscience. Comme apr\u00e8s cette journ\u00e9e chez ma grand-m\u00e8re o\u00f9 voir jouer Merlin aux m\u00eame jeux, au m\u00eame endroit, que moi si longtemps avant, m’avait marqu\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Il est temps de faire quelque chose de ce temps.<\/p>\n

Un petit extrait d’une chanson que j’\u00e9coutais hier et dont les paroles ont soudain trouv\u00e9 le chemin de mes oreilles :<\/p>\n

peut-\u00eatre ou ne pas \u00eatre <\/span>
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s\u00fbr que j’ai mal <\/span>
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que j’ai du mal \u00e0 tenir mes promesses <\/span>
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que j’devrais plut\u00f4t commencer par me botter les fesses <\/span>
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et arr\u00eater ce carnaval \u00e0 m’angoisser l’esprit<\/span>
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\u00e0 m’renvoyer la balle<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\u00ab\u00a0Vertige\u00a0\u00bb –
\nKarkwa<\/span><\/p>\n

A peacefull and tender moment, reading a story.<\/span>
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Yesterday my grand-father told me his story, our family’s story since the 1900’s.<\/span>
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Digging in stacks of photos I found one one me playing with the exact toy my son plays with each time we go there.<\/span>
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All right, time flies. This must be the year I realise it most. Like this day when seeing Merlin play in my grand-mother’s garden with the same toys, in the same place, I used to play when I was a kid, made me melancolic.<\/span>

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It’s time to make something worthy out of this time.<\/span><\/p>\n

Marc.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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