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Il est temps de lever la pancarte, les pancartes.<\/p>\n
On \u00e9crit dessus, puis on la l\u00e8ve.<\/p>\n
Mais que vais-je \u00e9crire dessus. Je n’ai pas le nom. Des feelings, des envies, mais impossible de mettre un nom.<\/p>\n
J’ai l’impression d’\u00eatre au bord… d’approcher… et de reculer en m\u00eame temps. Ou tout simplement de tourner autour.<\/p>\n
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Bon sang, je m’aper\u00e7ois que la chanson qui passe \u00e0 l’instant dans mon ipod s’appelle \u00ab\u00a0<\/span>Whenever I say your name<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00bb de <\/span>Sting<\/p>\n , je vous jure que c’est vrai :p<\/span>]<\/p>\n Hier, une ost\u00e9opathe que je voyais pour la premi\u00e8re fois de ma vie me dit apr\u00e8s la s\u00e9ance son feeling : qu’elle avait l’impression que mes \u00e9motions et mon travail n’allaient pas dans le m\u00eame sens, que d\u00e9bloquer le corps pouvait aussi lib\u00e9rer les \u00e9motions.<\/p>\n Depuis 5 ans chaque ann\u00e9e est assez intense dans ma vie : il s’est pass\u00e9 chaque ann\u00e9e des choses\u00a0 importantes. Et cette ann\u00e9e semble partie pour \u00eatre marquante.<\/p>\n Bon moi je pars en week-end r\u00e9cup\u00e9rer mon fils.<\/p>\n Je vous laisse sur les paroles de cette chanson de Sting (\u00e0 la fin de ce billet), dont j’\u00e9coutais plus la musique que les mots. Je me marre bien en les lisant apr\u00e8s avoir \u00e9crit \u00e7a.<\/p>\n Et d’ailleurs, qu’\u00e9cririez-vous sur la pancarte ?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n During the last 5 years, every year has been quite intense. Every year has had its load of events. This year looks like it’s going to be one of the same kind…<\/span> I let you read Sting’s lyrics : I was listening to the music, not the words. I’m laughing now that I read them after what I’ve just written.<\/span> By the way, what would you write on the sign ?<\/span><\/p>\n Wherever I lay me down, wherever I put my head to sleep Whenever those dark clouds hide the moon Whenever I say your name, Whenever I say your name, I’m already praying, I’m already praying Whenever this world has got me down, whenever I shed a tear Whenever the sun refuse to shine, whenever the skies are pouring rain Whenever this dark begins to fall Whenever I say your name, whenever I call to mind your face Whenever I say your name, Whenever I say your name, Marc.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[111],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/467"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=467"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/467\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2066,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/467\/revisions\/2066"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=467"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=467"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=467"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIt’s time to hold up the sign, the signs.<\/span>
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\nLet’s write a name on it, then hold it up.<\/span>
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\nWhat shall I write on it ? I have no name. I have feelings, wills, but can’t put down a name. It’s like beeing on the edge, come close, step back in the same time. Or maybe <\/span>
\nturning around.<\/span>
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\n[Oh my… I just realize that the song playing in my ipod right now is \u00ab\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhenever I say your name<\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00bb by <\/span>
\nSting<\/span>
\n. I swear it’s true !]<\/span>
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\nYesterday I had my back fixed by an osteopath I was seeing for the very first time. When I was putting my clothes back on she told me her feeling : that my <\/span>
\nbody was streched by my emotions and my work because they are not following the same path, that \u00ab\u00a0unlocking\u00a0\u00bb the body’s tensions could also help unlock the emotionnal level.<\/span>
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<\/p>\nWhenever I say your name, whenever I call to mind your face
\nWhatever bread’s in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste
\nWhenever your memory feeds my soul, whatever got broken becomes whole
\nWhenever I’m filled with doubts that we will be together <\/p>\n
\nWhenever I hurt and cry, whenever I got to lie awake and weep
\nWhenever I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way
\nI’m calling out your name<\/p>\n
\nWhenever this world has gotten so strange
\nI know that something’s gonna change
\nSomething’s gonna change<\/p>\n
\nI’m already filled with a joy that I can’t explain
\nWherever I lay me down, wherever I rest my weary head to sleep
\nWhenever I hurt and cry, whenever I got to lie awake and weep
\nWhenever I’m on the floor
\nWhatever it was that I believed before
\nWhenever I say your name, whenever I say it loud, I’m already praying<\/p>\n
\nWhenever the TV makes me mad, whenever I’m paralyzed with fear
\nWhenever those dark clouds fill the sky, whenever I lose the reason why
\nWhenever I’m filled with doubts that we will be together<\/p>\n
\nWhatever I lost I thought was mine whenever I close my eyes in pain
\nWhenever I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way
\nI’m calling out your name<\/p>\n
\nWhenever I’m vulnerable and small
\nWhenever I feel like I could die
\nWhenever I’m holding back the tears that I cry<\/p>\n
\nI’m already praying
\nWhatever bread’s in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste
\nWherever I lay me down, wherever I rest my weary head to sleep
\nWhenever I hurt and cry, whenever I’m forced to lie awake and have to weep
\nWhenever I’m on the floor
\nWhatever it was that I believed before
\nWhenever I say your name, whenever I say it loud, I’m already praying<\/p>\n
\nNo matter how long it takes,
\nOne day we’ll be together<\/p>\n
\nlet there be no mistake
\nthat day will last forever<\/p>\n<\/div>\n