Ce blog parle de villages dont on s'occupe peu dans les médias, parfois miniers comme Saint Florent sur Auzonnet, niché dans une vallée retirée, envaginé au creux de montagnes, Molières sur Cèze, Le Martinet, Saint Jean de Valériscles, La Grand Combe etc... Une vie poétique et dure à faire renaitre pour tous. Germinal. Ayant filé plus loin que prévu -grâce à Aliaa Elmahdy- il est à présent bilingue français-anglais. This blog speaks about Cevennes villages unknown in media, sometimes mining (coal), Saint Florent, nestled in a secluded valley, Molières, Le Martinet, St. Jean, La Grand Combe ... A poetic and hard life revives here. Germinal (Zola). Having spun further than expected, thanks to Aliaa Elmahdy, it is now bilingual. Note: if someone finds mistakes in english, I would be pleased if he corrects them ! Thanks. Hélène Larrivé

mercredi 3 août 2011

Dommages collatéraux malgré tout, incommensurables -et irréparables-. Catharsis. Collateral damages, immeasurable, irreparables..

Ce qu'un tribunal ne peut évaluer, le plus important pourtant [qu'on appelle "dommage collatéral"] est la perte de soi provisoire et à la suite, d'un compagnon épuisé d'avoir dû vous porter à bout de bras..et qui ailleurs a trouvé un repos bien mérité, le repos du guerrier. A côté, que sont une maison abattue et de l'argent injustement prélevé? On n'en parle jamais pourtant. Plus facile de l'écrire en anglais..

What a court can’t estimate, maybe the most important [that it is called "collateral damages"] is the loss of one even and afterward, that of an exhausted companion who have had to carry you at arm's length and had found a well deserved rest somewhere else. The warrior's rest. Compared, what are a crashed house and X000 E unjustly removed? Nobody mention it, never.

Il est parfois plus facile d'écrire à tous que de parler à un seul. Qu'il est parfois dur d'être une femme "libre" [c'est à dire une guérilléro]! Et peut-être aussi d'être son compagnon.

Sometimes, it's easier to writte for everybody than to speak to an only one.. Another face of "soft machismo" in live [or how sometimes it's crual to be a free woman !] And, worse,to be her husband !

 Le coeur glaive et la balance
The heart sword and the scales

 Loneliness, collateral damage, a spare wheel became carrier
Solitude, dommage collatéral, une roue de secours devenue porteuse

La femme des champs et la femme des villes, une fable

One of the cities and one of fields,
Like mouses. And if possible pleasant,
House too. But he loves her (s?)
What are you thinking ? he worth it, she too,
It's just that one have to deserve him
Because he is him ad that's all. 
But he loves, as he says, who know?
The former one, although more rustic,
And problematic, -maybe the philo.- 

But the younger, no complicated,
Would be more practical
When he has burned his house,
-Because he is a little bit stunned-
During the masonry's works,
What can he make, poor mouse ?
Where have you the head darling?
You quibble, always looks for troubles
Everytimes funking flies.

Does he says the same to the urban's mouse?
Nobody knows. In fact,
He loves one -as he can- and likes the other,
The first for passed, nature, romantic poetry,
Cévennes in a word, -but it's hard too!-
The second for softness, movies, theater,
Glitter's Paris and shinning lights. 
When he his fed, bored he comes back.
Cathodic oscilloscop.

What means to love? Basic question!
A bed with white sheets? Crowded varnishing?
Long hot shower? Erotics transsubstantiation.
Thus, in this time in city phase
The second mouse easily wins the pot,
Can we say.. the jackpot?
What are the things, Roméo,
That overthrow the essentials of our live !

The "long runner's loneliness", you know,
Collateral damages of a squalid trial.
-I would prefer to lose and keep you for ever-
But maybe, so it's better.
-And thank's for the monay too-
When I starved of despair
-But I hate pity, even yours-
And this night I have the blues,
Relaying in peace. Requiem
In pace aeternam for an eclipse love.


You love me but always protect you.
Who said to you "beware of the women
Never surrender yourself completely?"
Your mother a long time ago? 

By pride maybe : you exist and that’s all,
Every times with one other, mother or mistress,
A folding screen not to be engaged too much,
With anyone. More confortable.

To deny them for you would be despicable.
A victory mine and the chief never loses.
One disappeared, an other one promoted..
I loved you as sun and accepted for a long time.

It was not acceptable and even degrading,
So I lost everything, me first,
But don't matter shame and loss of me
I could not live without you..
 More the things went and
More I could't, for I lost me.

And suddenly I refused, a suicide indeed..
But don't matter the death, the rip,
Torn to love, torn to be alone,
And I found me. I worth to be.
And to learn to say not. Even to you

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