{"id":2742,"date":"2014-11-27T12:12:31","date_gmt":"2014-11-27T10:12:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/cequireste\/?p=2742"},"modified":"2017-09-04T19:37:33","modified_gmt":"2017-09-04T19:37:33","slug":"pauline-segalat-carlotta-constanzi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cequireste.fr\/?p=2742","title":{"rendered":"Mon amour est d\u2019eau claire et mon eau d\u2019amour fou (extraits)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Je me sou\u00adviens du jour o\u00f9, il y a des ann\u00e9es, j\u2019\u00e9\u00adtais all\u00e9e avec mes parents chez mes voi\u00adsins, qui orga\u00adni\u00adsaient un bar\u00adbe\u00adcue. La soi\u00adr\u00e9e s\u2019\u00e9\u00adtait pro\u00adlon\u00adg\u00e9e et d\u2019autres amis \u00e9taient arri\u00adv\u00e9s, assez ivres, appor\u00adtant un sac rem\u00adpli de bou\u00adteilles. Mes parents avaient aus\u00adsi remer\u00adci\u00e9 pour le d\u00eener et nous \u00e9tions ren\u00adtr\u00e9s chez nous. J\u2019\u00e9\u00adtais all\u00e9e dans ma chambre mais je ne m\u2019\u00e9\u00adtais pas cou\u00adch\u00e9e. Je m\u2019\u00e9\u00adtais glis\u00ads\u00e9e par la fen\u00eatre et \u00e9tais retour\u00adn\u00e9e chez nos voisins.<\/p>\n

Ils \u00e9taient avec leurs amis sur la ter\u00adrasse, autour de la table \u00e9clai\u00adr\u00e9e par une grosse lampe sus\u00adpen\u00addue \u00e0 la ton\u00adnelle, riant et se ser\u00advant \u00e0 boire. Je m\u2019\u00e9\u00adtais avan\u00adc\u00e9e, mais ils ne m\u2019a\u00advaient pas vue. J\u2019a\u00advais contour\u00adn\u00e9 la ter\u00adrasse et m\u2019\u00e9\u00adtais enfon\u00adc\u00e9e dans le jardin.<\/p>\n

La soi\u00adr\u00e9e d\u2019au\u00adtomne \u00e9tait douce, tran\u00adquille. J\u2019en\u00adle\u00advai mes san\u00addales et mar\u00adchai dans l\u2019herbe. Le vent pas\u00adsait len\u00adte\u00adment dans les branches. Je sui\u00advis un sen\u00adtier de dalles et arri\u00advai devant la piscine.<\/p>\n

Je pou\u00advais la voir depuis ma chambre mais elle me parut plus grande, plus longue. L\u2019eau miroi\u00adtait silen\u00adcieu\u00adse\u00adment. Der\u00adri\u00e8re moi mon\u00adtaient et des\u00adcen\u00addaient les rires, par vagues. Je ten\u00addis un pied et l\u2019en\u00adfon\u00ad\u00e7ai dans l\u2019eau. Elle \u00e9tait ti\u00e8de. Les feuilles d\u2019un euca\u00adlyp\u00adtus pal\u00adpi\u00adtaient pr\u00e8s de moi. Leur par\u00adfum me par\u00adve\u00adnait, aus\u00adsi l\u00e9ger qu\u2019un souffle. Les lumi\u00e8res de la mai\u00adson venaient mou\u00adrir sur les dalles et seul res\u00adtait le ciel, sa vo\u00fbte noire et profonde.<\/p>\n

J\u2019en\u00adle\u00advai ma robe. La blan\u00adcheur sou\u00addaine de mon corps, les deux d\u00f4mes l\u00e9gers de mes seins affleu\u00adrant du sou\u00adtien-gorge, mon ventre, jaillirent et me sur\u00adprirent. Je me pla\u00ad\u00e7ai devant un petit esca\u00adlier qui des\u00adcen\u00addait dans la pis\u00adcine. Je mis un pied sur la pre\u00admi\u00e8re marche. L\u2019eau, une fois fran\u00adchie la petite pel\u00adli\u00adcule chauf\u00adf\u00e9e par le soleil, \u00e9tait froide. Je posai un deuxi\u00e8me pied. L\u2019eu\u00adca\u00adlyp\u00adtus tin\u00adtait dou\u00adce\u00adment et le bras, immense, de la nuit se refer\u00adma sur moi.<\/p>\n

Je des\u00adcen\u00addis sur la deuxi\u00e8me marche et un fris\u00adson par\u00adcou\u00adrut mes \u00e9paules. L\u2019eau noire, dif\u00adfi\u00adcile immense, se balan\u00ad\u00e7ait comme une mer.<\/p>\n

Mes pieds se gla\u00ad\u00e7aient. La brise ser\u00adpen\u00adtait sur mon dos, ma poi\u00adtrine, mes jambes.<\/p>\n

J\u2019ar\u00adri\u00advai sur la troi\u00adsi\u00e8me marche. Mon c\u0153ur se r\u00e9vul\u00adsa. J\u2019en\u00adten\u00addis un bruit et me jetai dans la piscine.<\/p>\n

Mon corps fen\u00addit l\u2019eau qui se sou\u00adle\u00adva de chaque c\u00f4t\u00e9. Je la sen\u00adtis se divi\u00adser, s\u2019ou\u00advrir, cou\u00adrir le long de ma peau. Je fus \u00e9ten\u00addue, un ins\u00adtant en \u00e9qui\u00adlibre et en mou\u00adve\u00adment. Devant moi tan\u00adguait le bout de la pis\u00adcine. Le ciel res\u00adplen\u00addis\u00adsait. J\u2019ou\u00advrai les bras et l\u2019embrassai, avec l\u2019eau et les arbres.<\/p>\n

Je tou\u00adchai le bord et le froid me prit \u00e0 la t\u00eate, puis au fond de ventre. Je nageai encore, jus\u00adqu\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019es\u00adca\u00adlier, quatre, cinq, six brasses, et de mon corps qui se recro\u00adque\u00advillait, mon\u00adta du miel.<\/p>\n

Je suis vieille \u00e0 pr\u00e9\u00adsent j\u2019ai quit\u00adt\u00e9 ce pays et ne me baigne plus. Mais quand je m\u2019al\u00adlonge ou me l\u00e8ve, quand je r\u00eave, la pis\u00adcine froide, la pis\u00adcine d\u2019au\u00adtomne, brille dans la nuit claire.\"monamourint4\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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Je m\u2019\u00e9tais r\u00e9veill\u00e9e sous la pous\u00ads\u00e9e d\u2019un r\u00eave \u00e9trange. J\u2019\u00e9tais assise sur le sable, je pas\u00adsais l\u2019eau entre mes doigts. Le sol s\u2019ouvrait sous mes cuisses et de part et d\u2019autre s\u2019\u00e9levaient deux mon\u00adtagnes. Elles se pen\u00adchaient sur moi et j\u2019apercevais leurs me fixant ardem\u00adment. Je vou\u00adlais par\u00adtir mais elles me pres\u00adsaient tou\u00adjours davan\u00adtage de leurs flancs g\u00e9ants, cher\u00adchant \u00e0 me rejoindre, \u00e0 se fondre dans mon ventre. Je levais les yeux une der\u00adni\u00e8re fois. Leurs corps emplis\u00adsaient le ciel. C\u2019\u00e9taient deux conti\u00adnents ver\u00adsant le monde en moi. J\u2019ouvrais les bras pour me lais\u00adser s\u00e9duire.<\/p>\n

Je suis sor\u00adtie du lit, dans l\u2019aube silen\u00adcieuse. J\u2019ai enfi\u00adl\u00e9 un maillot de bain sous ma robe et j\u2019ai ouvert la porte. Le jar\u00addin embau\u00admait. Je vou\u00adlais mar\u00adcher vers la mer et oublier mon r\u00eave. J\u2019ai appe\u00adl\u00e9 mes deux voisines.
\nElles m\u2019ont prise par la main et nous avons des\u00adcen\u00addu la col\u00adline en cou\u00adrant. Aus\u00adsi loin que je regar\u00addais le ciel cou\u00adrait sur la terre et l\u2019embrassait. Au creux des arbres scin\u00adtillait un tri\u00adangle de mer.<\/p>\n

Nous nous sommes arr\u00ea\u00adt\u00e9es sur la plage. L\u2019eau venait bai\u00adgner nos pieds. Nous avons lais\u00ads\u00e9 tom\u00adber nos robes. Les fleurs autour de nous for\u00admaient un ber\u00adceau. Je les cueillais du bout des doigts les jambes dans l\u2019eau claire. Elles s\u2019ouvraient entre mes mains. Mes amies pos\u00e8rent leurs t\u00eates contre le sable ti\u00e8de et fer\u00adm\u00e8rent len\u00adte\u00adment leurs yeux.
\nJ\u2019aper\u00e7us d\u2019autres fleurs, dans les creux des rochers. Je me levai et m\u2019approchai. Elles for\u00admaient sur les pierres un ruban pal\u00adpi\u00adtant. J\u2019appuyai mon corps sur la pierre et tour\u00adnai les yeux vers la mer.<\/p>\n

Un tau\u00adreau blanc s\u2019avan\u00e7ait dans les flots. La lumi\u00e8re ruis\u00adse\u00adlait sur lui, l\u2019\u00e9cume \u00e9cla\u00adbous\u00adsait son dos. Il balan\u00ad\u00e7ait sa belle t\u00eate, ses cornes for\u00admant un crois\u00adsant de lune. Il venait vers moi.
\nSes muscles fen\u00addaient l\u2019eau calme. Son front \u00e9tait orn\u00e9 d\u2019un disque d\u2019argent. Les fleurs ondu\u00adlaient sous mes doigts, et mon sang dans mon corps, comme un fleuve. Il s\u2019arr\u00eata \u00e0 mes pieds.
\nSes naseaux expi\u00adraient l\u2019air dans un sif\u00adfle\u00adment, ses poils ruis\u00adse\u00adlaient sur mes jambes. Dans mon dos se dres\u00adsait la paroi du rocher. Le tau\u00adreau leva vers moi ses yeux. Je vis la mer, je vis le ciel, le soleil et la file de mes jours. Dans sa gueule il tenait, intact et \u00e9cla\u00adtant, un cro\u00adcus blanc.<\/p>\n

Je pas\u00adsai mes bras autour de son cou. Ma poi\u00adtrine s\u2019emplit de la cha\u00adleur de son pelage et je grim\u00adpai sur son dos. Le vent frap\u00adpait nos corps. Je me dres\u00adsai face au soleil qui s\u2019\u00e9tait lev\u00e9 sur la mer. Le tau\u00adreau se tour\u00adna vers le large et j\u2019entrai avec lui dans l\u2019eau.<\/p>\n

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