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ce SAMEDI 20 à La Cachotterie : EN PRIMEUR : 4 illustrations encore inédites du prochain livre
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2016-02-19:3066923
2016-02-19T20:38:00+01:00
2016-02-19T20:38:00+01:00
... Et ... Et si vous voulez voir en primeur l'image complète...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;"><strong>... Et ...</strong> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">Et si vous voulez voir en primeur l'image complète </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">(détail présenté ci-dessous) </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">+</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">3 autres illustrations finies du livre Albin Michel en cours ... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">Oui ? </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">Alors </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">RENDEZ-VOUS CACHOTTIER </span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">DEMAIN SAMEDI 20 février</span> </strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">à <span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">La Cachotterie</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12pt;">(de 14h30 à 19h) </span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;">(y sont exposées "Histoires Naturelles" de <a class="profileLink" href="https://www.facebook.com/laura.s.filomeno" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=644870896">Laura Sanchez Filomeno</a></p><p style="text-align: center;">et les illustrations de BOTANIQUE CIRCUS et MiNiUM du <a class="profileLink" href="https://www.facebook.com/Clement.frederic.Clement" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000284511911">Cachottier Clement</a>) ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-907098" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/2295407031.jpg" alt="cachotterie, noir, corail, siren, botanique , galerie, minuscule, atelier, curiosité,rose" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">Chut !</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
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Un p'tit coin de Cachotterie ce SAMEDI 30 ?
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2016-01-29:3065406
2016-01-29T14:07:00+01:00
2016-01-29T14:07:00+01:00
... Vous dévoiler un petit coin de La Cachotterie sur le bord de...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... Vous dévoiler un petit coin de <a title="La Cachotterie" href="http://www.facebook.com/La-Cachotterie-350385431806992"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">La Cachotterie</span></a> sur le bord de sa verrière ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">Et si ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">Et si ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">Et si vous veniez nous rendre visite ce SAMEDI 30 JANVIER</p><p style="text-align: center;">pour grappiller quelques HISTOIRES NATURELLES ?</p><p style="text-align: center;">( avec <strong>Laura Sanchez Filomeno</strong> et <strong>Frédéric Clément</strong> ) </p><p style="text-align: center;">(ouvert de 14h30 à 19h) </p><p style="text-align: center;">Oui ?</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-903833" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/02/1273302395.jpg" alt="cachotterie, noir, corail, siren, botanique , galerie, minuscule, atelier, curiosité,rose" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Chut !</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
HISTOIRES NATURELLES À LA CACHOTTERIE ce SAMEDI 30 JANVIER après-midi ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2016-01-26:3065186
2016-01-26T20:35:00+01:00
2016-01-26T20:35:00+01:00
Ce début de semaine, ciel clair et soleil. La Cachotterie s'inonde...
<div class="_5pbx userContent" style="margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 120px;" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><p style="margin: 0px; display: inline;">Ce début de semaine, ciel clair et soleil.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/La-Cachotterie-350385431806992"> La Cachotterie</a> </span>s'inonde alors de lumière et l'espace devient très graphique... Ci-dessous, une image témoin ...</p><p style="margin: 0px; display: inline;"> </p><p style="margin: 0px; display: inline;"> </p><p style="margin: 0px; display: inline;"> </p><p style="margin: 0px; display: inline;">En profiter pour vous souffler que le cachottier Clément ouvrira la Galerie d'Arts Minuscules</p> </div><div class="_5pbx userContent" style="margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 120px;" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"> </div><div class="_5pbx userContent" style="margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 120px;" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"> </div><div class="_5pbx userContent" style="margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 120px;" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"> </div><div class="_5pbx userContent" style="margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 120px; text-align: center;" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"> </div><div class="_5pbx userContent" style="margin: 0px; display: inline; text-align: center;" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">ce<strong> SAMEDI 30 JANVIER de 14h30 à 19h</strong></div><div class="_5pbx userContent" style="margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 120px;" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-903310" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/00/1021581680.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | facebook | | lien perma | Lien " width="526" height="608" /></p><p style="margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 120px;"> </p></div>
frédéric clément
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La Cachotterie ouvre ses portes ce SAMEDI 23 après-midi
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2016-01-22:3064894
2016-01-22T16:17:00+01:00
2016-01-22T16:17:00+01:00
Demain, SAMEDI 23 JANVIER, La Cachotterie est OUVERTE de 14h30 à 19h...
<p style="text-align: center;">Demain, SAMEDI 23 JANVIER,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a class="profileLink" style="text-align: center;" href="https://www.facebook.com/La-Cachotterie-350385431806992/" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=350385431806992">La Cachotterie</a></span> est OUVERTE de <span style="font-size: 14pt;">14h30 à 19h</span> ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">La Galerie d'Arts Minuscules a le plaisir d'exposer</p><p style="text-align: center;">" <span style="font-size: 14pt;">Histoires Naturelles / Naturales Historiae</span> "</p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;">Des pièces à regarder à la loupe de <a class="profileLink" href="https://www.facebook.com/laura.s.filomeno" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=644870896">Laura Sanchez Filomeno</a> ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">des images à effleurer du bout des cils de <a id="js_32" class="profileLink" href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=522519690" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=522519690">Frédéric Clément</a> ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... Alors, chut, à demain, samedi 23 !</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogspirit.com/admin/posts/580" target="_blank"><img id="media-902737" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/00/2127511327.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | facebook | | lien perma | Facebook" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 36pt;"><strong>...</strong> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-902738" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/01/990124592.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | facebook | | lien perma | Facebook" /></p>
frédéric clément
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VERNISSAGE Samedi 16 à La Cachotterie (Galerie d'Arts Minuscules) !
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2016-01-15:3064428
2016-01-15T22:35:00+01:00
2016-01-15T22:35:00+01:00
... et pour vous, chères Cachottières, chers Cachottiers...
<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-901503" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/00/1644504957.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | " /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... et pour vous,</p><p style="text-align: center;">chères Cachottières, chers Cachottiers noctambules et attentifs,</p><p style="text-align: center;">une cachotterie de <a href="http://www.lacachotterie.com">La Cachotterie</a> ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">juste pour vous, en primeur</p><p style="text-align: center;">au VERNISSAGE</p><p style="text-align: center;">demain, ce samedi 16 janvier après-midi</p><p style="text-align: center;">(de 15h à 21h)</p><p style="text-align: center;">VOICi une belle et mystérieuse image de 5 pièces de</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a class="profileLink" href="https://www.facebook.com/laura.s.filomeno" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=644870896">Laura Sanchez Filomeno</a></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;">( à regarder sur la pointe des cils et à la loupe ... Chut ! )</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
... à La Cachotterie : à regarder du bout des cils et à la loupe !
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2016-01-15:3064427
2016-01-15T22:31:30+01:00
2016-01-15T22:31:30+01:00
... et pour vous, chères Cachottières, chers Cachottiers...
<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-901503" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/00/1644504957.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | " /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... et pour vous,</p><p style="text-align: center;">chères Cachottières, chers Cachottiers noctambules et attentifs,</p><p style="text-align: center;">une cachotterie de <a href="http://www.lacachotterie.com">La Cachotterie</a> ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">juste pour vous, en primeur</p><p style="text-align: center;">au VERNISSAGE</p><p style="text-align: center;">demain, ce samedi 16 janvier après-midi</p><p style="text-align: center;">(de 15h à 16h)</p><p style="text-align: center;">VOICi une belle et mystérieuse image de 5 pièces de</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a class="profileLink" href="https://www.facebook.com/laura.s.filomeno" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=644870896">Laura Sanchez Filomeno</a></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;">( à regarder sur la pointe des cils et à la loupe ... Chut ! )</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
À vos loupes ! Le 16 janv.: Rendez-vous secret à La Cachotterie !
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2016-01-05:3063640
2016-01-05T22:08:05+01:00
2016-01-05T22:08:05+01:00
NATURALES HISTORIAE - Histoires...
<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-899412" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/3730862201.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | facebook | | lien perma | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl"><strong>NATURALES HISTORIAE</strong> - </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl"><em>Histoires Naturelles</em> : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl">Des expositions de :</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl"><strong> Laura Sanchez Filomeno</strong> : pièces cousues à regarder à la loupe ...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl"> et </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl"><strong>Frédéric Clément</strong> : illustrations originales de deux de ses livres </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl">(<em>Botanique Circus</em> - Ed. Albin Michel - et <em>Minium</em> ... et autres surprises ...) -</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl"> Expos du <strong>16 janvier <span style="color: #993366;">(vernissage</span></strong><span style="color: #993366;">)</span> au 20 mars ...</span> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Plaisir de vous retrouver dans ce lieu caché</p><p style="text-align: center;">(presque) secret</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #993366;">Chut !</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #993366;">...</span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
PASSAGÈREMENT ... Livraison Minuscule
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-12-17:3062553
2015-12-17T10:12:00+01:00
2015-12-17T10:12:00+01:00
2 PASSAGÈREMENT * , commandés, fabriqués, signés, numérotés,...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">2 PASSAGÈREMENT <span style="color: #ff0000;">*</span>,</p><p style="text-align: center;">commandés, fabriqués, signés, numérotés, enveloppés</p><p style="text-align: center;">pour une Passagère, ont été glissés dans la boite de la Poste</p><p style="text-align: center;">à 2 pas de La Cachotterie</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-896931" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/01/277912779.jpg" alt="cachotterie, noir, blanc, siren, mermaid, sirène, train, voyage, travel, rails" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff0000;">*</span>PASSAGÈREMENT est un texte inédit de fr.C illustré de photo-graphies,</p><p style="text-align: center;">une première "édition minuscule" - faite main - de La Cachotterie ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pour plus de renseignements, prière de contacter le cachottier frédéric Clément ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Chut ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
Fin de la 1ère expo de La Cachotterie ... RdV le 16 janvier !
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-12-13:3062284
2015-12-13T11:36:00+01:00
2015-12-13T11:36:00+01:00
JOUR du DÉcrochage terminé en amitié et beauté, hier soir, à la...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">JOUR du DÉcrochage terminé en amitié et beauté, hier soir,</p><p style="text-align: center;">à <span style="font-size: 12pt;">la Cachotterie</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;">... MAGASIN ZiNZiN, MUSÉUM vont rejoindre la Galerie L'ART à La PAGE (rue Servandoni -Paris 6e- <a href="http://www.artalapage.com">artalapage.com</a> ) et reprendre leurs itinéraires de bibliothèques en médiathèques. Les illustrations originales de MÉTAMORPHOSES, bientôt encadrées, les rejoindront dans ces voyages... Un succès, avouons-le, pour cette Cachotterie, toute jeune d'une saison.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Les p'tits trésors du ÇA vont rejoindre, eux, leurs boites et bocaux, au dessus, dans la Salle des Machines & des Machins du cachottier Marchand de couleurs... Sourire)</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-896465" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/01/637161607.jpg" alt="frederic Clement -CACHnuit3.jpg" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Chut !</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
JOUR du DÉ le 12 DÉcembre à La Cachotterie !
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-12-01:3061331
2015-12-01T11:44:00+01:00
2015-12-01T11:44:00+01:00
Depuis la mi-septembre, journée...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-894505" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/3635370388.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret || lien perma | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="fsl">Depuis la mi-septembre, journée d'inauguration de ce lieu caché, La Cachotterie,vous avez été très très nombreux à nous faire la joie de vos visites cachottières et enthousiastes... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl"> Le SAMEDI 12 <span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>DÉ</strong></span>cembre,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl">c'est le JOUR du <span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>DÉ</strong></span>crochage des expo. présentes d'automne : </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="fsl">Dernier temps, ultime après-midi + bout de soirée pour découvrir, redécouvrir, fêter les photographies de VINCENT TESSIER, l'expo-scéno du MAGASIN ZINZIN, de MUSÉUM, des MÉTAMORPHOSES, du ÇA de frédéric Clément ... </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="fsl">Venez, REvenez, visitez, REvisitez La Cachotterie ... À ce JOUR du DÉ : le 12 ! <br /> À noter : À l'heure du thé de ce Jour du Dé, frédéric Clément se fera une joie de vous lire et dire MAGASIN ZINZIN ...</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl">... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;">Chut !</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fsl">...</span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
On décroche le SAMEDI 12 DÉcembre
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-11-29:3061168
2015-11-29T10:41:00+01:00
2015-11-29T10:41:00+01:00
Jour DÉ le SAMEDI 12 DÉ cembre Venez, revenez...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><h3 id="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">Jour DÉ </span></h3><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">le <strong>SAMEDI 12 DÉ</strong>cembre</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12pt;">Venez, revenez nombreux </span></strong></p><div class="posttext"><div class="posttext-decorator1"><div class="posttext-decorator2"><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-893960" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/01/720269681.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | facebook |" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;">... et à l'heure du thé, le Cachottier lira MAGASIN ZINZIN ! </span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p></div></div></div>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
Passagèrement, un dimanche ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-11-22:3060698
2015-11-22T15:03:00+01:00
2015-11-22T15:03:00+01:00
PASSAGÈREMENT * prendre le train cet après-midi pour Landivisiau,...
<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-893101" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/3224333580.jpg" alt="frederic Clement -Passagère.jpg" /></p><p style="text-align: center;">PASSAGÈREMENT <span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>*</strong></span> prendre le train cet après-midi pour Landivisiau, près de Quimper :</p><p style="text-align: center;">Trois jours de rencontres pour " Moi les Mots", Festival de Poésies d'Aujourd'hui ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /> <span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>*</strong></span> PASSAGÈREMENT : un minuscule livre fait main, numéroté & signé, 1ère livraison de <a class="profileLink" href="https://www.facebook.com/La-Cachotterie-350385431806992/" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=350385431806992">La Cachotterie</a> ... Si l'envie d'un voyage rêveur vous titille, contacter <a class="profileLink" href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=522519690" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=522519690">Frédéric Clément</a>, votre Cachottier</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... Chut !</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>*</strong></span> <span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>*</strong></span> <span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>*</strong></span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
Ma déclaration d'amour à Paris
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-11-20:3060556
2015-11-20T14:10:24+01:00
2015-11-20T14:10:24+01:00
... " Le GALANT de PARIS, Itinéraire élastique d'un...
<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-892871" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/3256661747.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | " /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... <span style="color: #000000;"><strong>"</strong></span><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Le GALANT de PARIS, </span></span><em><span style="color: #993300;">Itinéraire élastique d'un amoureux transi</span></em><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>" </strong></span>:</p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ma déclaration d'amour à Paris ... c'est ainsi !</span> </strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #993300;">Le Galant de Paris</span>,</span> version avec sa couverture française</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-892872" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/01/2512986897.gif" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | facebook | lien permane | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">et aussi la couverture de sa version chinoise </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>En croisant les doigts pour que ces horreurs ne fassent pas fuir </strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>les amoureux de Paris du monde entier ...</strong> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #993300;"><strong>...</strong> </span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
La Cachotterie : Décrochage le samedi 12 décembre, après-midi
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-11-19:3060498
2015-11-19T16:37:00+01:00
2015-11-19T16:37:00+01:00
.. Après réunion hier avec DANIELLE, professeure de...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-892713" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/1747620064.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;">.. Après réunion hier avec DANIELLE, professeure de Sociologie-Politique Culturelles à Paris VII et ma conseillère, ANGÉLIQUE, son étudiante qui m'accompagnera et m'aidera sur le prochain évènement, LAURA, plasticienne, prochaine invitée exposante à <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><a title="La Cachotterie" href="http://www.lacachotterie.com">La Cachotterie </a></span>et moi, avons arrêté la date du</p><p style="text-align: center;">DÉCROCHAGE de l'exposition actuelle :</p><p style="text-align: center;">ce sera <strong><span style="color: #993300;">LE SAMEDI 12 DÉCEMBRE de 15h à 21h</span> </strong></p><p style="text-align: center;">Où LAURA SANCHEZ FILOMENO vous parlera de ses créations ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">Où je vous lirai/dirai une dernière fois MAGASIN ZINZIN ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Si vous aimez et connaissez déjà <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/">La Cachotterie</a></span> ,</p><p style="text-align: center;">si vous avez envie de découvrir ce nouveau lieu de culture conviviale, simple et cachottière</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Nous vous attendons pour le "dévernissage" de ses expositions actuelles</p><p style="text-align: center;">... à savoir <strong>Vincent Tessier</strong>, photographies autour de "merveilles" de mon atelier</p><p style="text-align: center;">+ l'expo-scéno du<strong> MAGASIN ZiNZiN</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;">+ les illustrations-objets de <strong>MUSÉUM</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;">+ toutes les illustrations de <strong>MÉTAMORPHOSES</strong> (nouveau livre 2015 -Ed Albin Michel)</p><p style="text-align: center;">+ installation des minuscules trésors du <strong>ÇA </strong> (nouveau livre 2015 - Ed Le Seuil)</p><p style="text-align: center;">de frédéric Clément</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... à très bientôt pour d'autres précisions pratiques</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
JOURNÉE ED.SEUIL & MÉTAMORPHOSES le samedi 7 nov.
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-11-02:3059072
2015-11-02T10:29:00+01:00
2015-11-02T10:29:00+01:00
LA JOURNÉE SEUIL & MÉTAMORPHOSES à La Cachotterie ,...
<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-889524" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/00/4116706198.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">LA JOURNÉE SEUIL & MÉTAMORPHOSES</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">à <a href="http://www.lacachotterie.com"><span style="font-size: medium;">La Cachotterie</span></a>,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">c'est bientôt</span> <span style="font-size: medium;">!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">SAMEDI 7 NOVEMBRE de 10h30 à 19h </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Quelle joie de vous retrouver !</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">Quel plaisir de vous offrir la belle affiche signée "naissance du papillon"</p><p style="text-align: center;">que les Editions du Seuil Jeunesse ont imprimée</p><p style="text-align: center;">+ une haute pile de ce nouvel album ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">Impatience et/mais trac ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">à ce samedi !</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>...</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>.</strong></span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
Oh, les nombreux cachottiers !
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-10-12:3057783
2015-10-12T18:09:00+02:00
2015-10-12T18:09:00+02:00
Le temps nous a fait le grand plaisir d'être clément ce week-end de...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Le temps nous a fait le grand plaisir d'être clément ce week-end de portes ouvertes</p><p style="text-align: center;">appelé sur notre Arcueil et Cachan "<em>Chemins d'Art</em>" ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">Entre vos visites, chères Cachottières & chers Cachottiers </p><p style="text-align: center;">et de nombreux "chemineurs glaneurs d'art" :</p><p style="text-align: center;">Beaucoup beaucoup de visiteurs à La Cachotterie !</p><p style="text-align: center;">Donc JOIE !</p><p style="text-align: center;">... Notez déjà que la "Galerie d'Arts Minuscules"</p><p style="text-align: center;">sera aussi <strong>ouverte le 17 et 18 octobre</strong> ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-887009" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/398619492.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | | lien permanent | | Facebook" /></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
rendez-vous cachottier ce week-end du 10 & 11 octobre
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-10-05:3057250
2015-10-05T14:20:00+02:00
2015-10-05T14:20:00+02:00
... Retour à La CACHOTTERIE (après ce séjour "secoué/trempé" dans...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... Retour à La CACHOTTERIE</p><p style="text-align: center;">(après ce séjour "secoué/trempé" dans les Alpes Maritimes pour un Festival du Livre) ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">À propos de CACHOTTERIE, vous chuchoter que ce week-end</p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>samedi 10 octobre : de 10h30 à 13h - 14h30 à 19h -</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong> et Dimanche 11 : après-midi de 14h30 à 18h30,</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>le Cachottier entrouvre ses portes</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;">et vous accueillera avec grand plaisir dans sa "Galerie d'Arts Minuscules"</p><p style="text-align: center;">(d'ailleurs improvisée aujourd'hui en séchoir botanique)</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-885884" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/02/2813012707.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | | | facebook | faceboo | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">espoir de vous recevoir...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Chut !</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">.</p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
Deux rendez-vous cléments : le 3 et 4 + le 10 & 11 octobre
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-09-28:3056702
2015-09-28T10:07:00+02:00
2015-09-28T10:07:00+02:00
... Belles rencontres et jolies visites ce week-end du 26 et 27...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... Belles rencontres et jolies visites ce week-end du 26 et 27 septembre</p><p style="text-align: center;">à<span style="font-size: medium;"> La Cachotterie</span> ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">Révérence et sourire cachottier aux aventurières et aventuriers</p><p style="text-align: center;">qui ont poussé la porte de la "galerie cachée"...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">Le week-end prochain, je suis invité</p><p style="text-align: center;">sur le Salon du Livre de <strong> Moans-Sartoux</strong> (Alpes Maritimes )</p><p style="text-align: center;">pour la parution de</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;">Ça</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> (Ed. Albin Michel)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Nos "rendez-vous cachottiers"</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;">seront donc les ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-884732" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/01/1901784598.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | | | facebook | faceboo | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
La CACHOTTERIE et son équipe ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-09-22:3056314
2015-09-22T11:27:00+02:00
2015-09-22T11:27:00+02:00
J'ai le grand plaisir de vous présenter l'équipe...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-883891" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/4057524587.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | | | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">J'ai le grand plaisir de vous présenter l'équipe qui a travaillé depuis un an à La Cachotterie, à sa scénographie, à son installation, à l'évènement de son lancement ( qui fut un succès!) :</p><p style="text-align: center;">(de gauche à droite)</p><p style="text-align: center;">SARAH MANDAGARAN</p><p style="text-align: center;">(étudiante en Sociologie / Politiques Culturelles),</p><p style="text-align: center;">DANIELLE BELLINI</p><p style="text-align: center;">(Professeure à Paris 7 en Sociologie/Politiques Culturelles</p><p style="text-align: center;">+ Directrice des Affaires Culurelles de Tremblay-en-France)</p><p style="text-align: center;">PHILIPPE DAVAINE</p><p style="text-align: center;">(scénographe et maître d'oeuvre des travaux)</p><p style="text-align: center;">frédéric Clément</p><p style="text-align: center;">(votre Cachottier)</p><p style="text-align: center;">et VITTORIO CHILLEMI</p><p style="text-align: center;">(étudiant en Sociologie/Politiques Culturelles Paris 7)</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
En attendant le 18 septembre (ouverture de La Cachotterie)
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-09-09:3055376
2015-09-09T11:29:20+02:00
2015-09-09T11:29:20+02:00
J-9 avant le 18 septembre...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-882048" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/1747620064.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | | | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">J-9 avant</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le 18 septembre </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(inauguration/vernissage de La Cachotterie )</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> ...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">Une belle lumière ce matin au sol et sur les murs de La Cachotterie parée de ses cadres ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chut !</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a title="www.lacachotterie" href="http://www.lacachotterie.com"><span style="font-size: medium;">www.lacachotterie.com </span></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...</span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
Carton d'invitation de La Cachotterie : 18 sept et ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-09-07:3055254
2015-09-07T21:57:00+02:00
2015-09-07T21:57:00+02:00
... La Cachotterie , Vincent Tessier, & frédéric...
<p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a title="La Cachotterie" href="http://www.lacachotterie.com/">La Cachotterie</a>,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Vincent Tessier,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> &</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> frédéric Clément,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nous vous attendons...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chut ! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-881861" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/1601795850.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | |" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">le site de Vincent Tessier :</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a title="www.vincenttessier.com" href="http://www.vincenttessier.com">http://www.vincenttessier.com</a></p><p style="text-align: center;">le site de frédéric Clément</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a title="http://www.fredericclement.net " href="http://www.fredericclement.net%20">http://www.fredericclement.net </a></p><p style="text-align: center;">le site de La Cachotterie</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a title="http://www.lacachotterie.com" href="http://www.lacachotterie.com/">http://www.lacacotterie.com</a></p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
Auriez-vous ÇA frédéric Clément ?
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-08-31:3054781
2015-08-31T11:56:00+02:00
2015-08-31T11:56:00+02:00
" Que désirez-vous ? - Je...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-880889" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/01/4171984872.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | | lien permanent | |" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; font-family: times new roman,times; color: #ff0000;">" </span><span style="font-size: small;">Que désirez-vous ?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /> - Je cherche le<strong><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"> ÇA</span></strong>.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Auriez-vous <strong><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">ÇA</span></strong> ?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Le <span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">ça</span></strong> </span>qui fait battre le coeur;</p><p style="text-align: center;">le <span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">ça</span></strong></span> qui fait danser les pieds;</p><p style="text-align: center;">le <strong><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">ça</span></strong> qui donne du courage...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /> - Venez et ouvrez les tiroirs, les malles à malices,</p><p style="text-align: center;">les boîtes à bijoux ou les écrins à petits riens précieux comme tout...</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tournez, tournez les pages !<br /> Voici tous mes trésors !</p><p style="text-align: center;">20 ans après Magasin ZinZin, frédéric Clément</p><p style="text-align: center;">dévoile ses nouvelles merveilleuses merveilles.<span style="font-family: times new roman,times; color: #ff0000; font-size: xx-large;">" </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">écrit et résume</p><p style="text-align: center;">sur la 4e de couverture mon éditrice Lucette Savier</p><p style="text-align: center;">chez Albin Michel</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">En librairie à partir du 1er octobre</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Chut !</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">... </span></span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
Le 18 SEPTEMBRE : Jour J pour les Cachottiers !
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-08-24:3054415
2015-08-24T21:11:00+02:00
2015-08-24T21:11:00+02:00
Dans 3 semaines !
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: large;">Dans 3 semaines ! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-880378" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/01/4171236039.jpg" alt="frédéric clément,frederic clement,livres,miniature,grains de beauté,lubie,fleurs,vanités,chat,chapeau,paradisier,cabinet curiosités,ange,naples,napoli,chapelier,plumes,chapellerie,paradis,cirque,circus,botanique,magasin zinzin,jardin,tuileries,fleur,vanité,cabinet de curiosités,cachan,bièvre,val de marne,paris,secret | | facebook | | lien permanent |" /></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
dans un mois pile : 18 septembre cachottier !
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-08-18:3054080
2015-08-18T09:51:00+02:00
2015-08-18T09:51:00+02:00
La Cachotterie c'est dans tout juste 1 mois : le...
<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-879780" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/00/327894803.jpg" alt="frederic Clement -18.jpg" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a title="La Cachotterie" href="http://www.lacachotterie.com/">La Cachotterie</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">c'est dans tout juste 1 mois :</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">le</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;">18</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>septembre !</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">à</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">18</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">heures</p><p style="text-align: center;">(jusqu'à 21heures)</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">Chut !</span> </strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">...</span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">..</span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">.</span></strong></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
ÇA est un secret !
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-07-25:3052603
2015-07-25T09:24:00+02:00
2015-07-25T09:24:00+02:00
... Entre nous, c'est comme ça ... (parution le...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: medium;">... Entre nous, c'est comme</span><span style="font-size: x-large; font-family: times new roman,times;"> ça</span> ... </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-876650" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/3842870276.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | facebook | facebook | Facebook" /><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">(parution le 1er octobre)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: x-large;">... et puis : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: medium;">soyez</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a title="Cachottière, Cachottier," href="http://www.lacachotterie.com/">Cachottière, </a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a title="Cachottière, Cachottier," href="http://www.lacachotterie.com/">Cachottier,</a> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: x-large;"> le 18 septembre </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-876651" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/2958484781.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | facebook | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">... Chut !</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: #ffffff;">...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: #ffffff;">...</span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
... et ÇA ? ... ... ... ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-07-24:3052528
2015-07-24T11:06:00+02:00
2015-07-24T11:06:00+02:00
... et Ça ? Ça vous...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-876487" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/3066481282.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... et <span style="font-size: medium; font-family: times new roman,times;">Ça ? </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: times new roman,times;">Ça </span>vous dit ?</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-876347" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/2043193006.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">le 1er octobre en librairie...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Chut !</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
Auriez-vous ÇA ?
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-07-23:3052471
2015-07-23T13:43:00+02:00
2015-07-23T13:43:00+02:00
Lundi 22 juillet ... Pendant que le Cachottier travaille à...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-876334" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/4024902823.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: small;">Lundi 22 juillet ... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: small;">Pendant que le Cachottier travaille à</span><span style="font-size: small;"> <a title="La Cachotterie" href="http://www.lacachotterie.com/"><span class="profileLink">La Cachotterie</span> </a></span>,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: courier new,courier;">le petit lecteur du "ÇA" tourne les pages </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: small;">de ce nouveau livre clément </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: large;">?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-876347" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/2043193006.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;">" Auriez-vous <span style="font-size: x-large; font-family: times new roman,times;">ça</span> de frédéric Clément ? "</p><p style="text-align: center;">Ed Albin Michel -</p><p style="text-align: center;">parution 1er oct.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
”ÇA” & ”MÉTAMORPHOSES” ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-07-19:3052169
2015-07-19T12:07:17+02:00
2015-07-19T12:07:17+02:00
2 fois plus de trac car cet automne 2 livres paraissent...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: xx-large;">2 </span></p><p style="text-align: center;">fois</p><p style="text-align: center;">plus de trac</p><p style="text-align: center;">car</p><p style="text-align: center;">cet automne</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: xx-large;">2</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: small;">livres paraissent </span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: small;">L'un aux Editions du Seuil </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #008080; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">MÉTAMORPHOSES</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: small;">L'autre aux Editions Albin Michel </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000; font-size: xx-large;"><span style="color: #000000; font-size: xx-small;">Auriez-vous </span><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Ça </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">de frédéric Clément ?</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-875850" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/01/3416860636.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret | | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: xx-large;">2 </span></p><p style="text-align: center;">fois</p><p style="text-align: center;">plus de trac !</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;">..</p><p style="text-align: center;">.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
Inauguration de La Cachotterie : 18 sept et ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-07-10:3051721
2015-07-10T16:11:00+02:00
2015-07-10T16:11:00+02:00
... le site Web de La Cachotterie est en...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p><img id="media-874810" style="margin: 0.7em auto; display: block;" title="" src="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/02/2958484781.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, " /></p><p style="text-align: center;">... le site Web de La Cachotterie est en création/construction mais a déjà son adresse : <a href="http://www.lacachotterie.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.lacachotterie.com</a> ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /> Website of La Cachotterie is born BUT working now ...</p><p style="text-align: center;">its adress is : <a href="http://www.lacachotterie.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.lacachotterie.com</a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">... ET ... </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: small;">Notez dans vos agendas dès aujourd'hui </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">la date du vernissage + inauguration de La Cachotterie :</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-family: courier new,courier;">le vendredi 18 septembre </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: courier new,courier;">(17h-21h) </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: courier new,courier;"><strong>...</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: small;"> et, à noter aussi :</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: medium;"><strong> la galerie sera ouverte les 19-20 sept. </strong> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: medium;">(10h-12h / 14h-19h) </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: large; color: #ff9900;">(Journées du Patrimoine)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: large; color: #ff9900;">...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: large; color: #ff9900;">..</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: large; color: #ff9900;">.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier; font-size: small; color: #000000;">et il a aussi le blog :</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/"><span style="color: #e81727;"><span style="color: #333333;">http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/</span></span></a></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: small; font-family: courier new,courier;"><span style="color: #333333;">(...et s'il vous dit de vous inscrire </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: small; font-family: courier new,courier;"><span style="color: #333333;">à sa newsletter ... )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: small; font-family: courier new,courier;"><span style="color: #333333;">Chut !</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: large;">.</span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffffff; font-size: large;">.</span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
SiteWeb de La CACHOTTERIE : http://www.lacachotterie.com
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2015-07-05:3051258
2015-07-05T15:15:00+02:00
2015-07-05T15:15:00+02:00
Le site web de La CACHOTTERIE encore construction...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-874023" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/02/2126176122.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, " /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Le site web de La CACHOTTERIE</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">encore construction</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">a tout de même son adresse :</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a title="http://www.lacachotterie.com/" href="http://www.lacachotterie.com/">http://www.lacachotterie.com/</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-874022" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/1154506098.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, " /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">..</p><p style="text-align: center;">Chut !</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
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... encore un peu de temps clément ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-12-09:3024439
2014-12-09T13:48:00+01:00
2014-12-09T13:48:00+01:00
Où la journée du Marchand de couleurs sera :...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;">Où </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">la journée </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">du </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Marchand de couleurs </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">sera : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-832555" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/00/420367943.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret, Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... et penché sur</p><p style="text-align: center;">le prochain livre pour les Ed. Albin Michel</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: x-large;">...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: x-large;">..</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: x-large;">.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: large;">.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: large;"> - <span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">je vous invite à faire connaissance avec le nouveau lieu de fr.C, </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">future galerie, inauguration et ouverture à partir du printemps 2015 : </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #333333;">La Cachotterie </span></span></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">(Galerie d'Arts Minuscules) </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/</span></span></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">(...et s'il vous dit de vous inscrire </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">à sa newsletter ... )</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">Chut !</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e81727; font-size: large;">.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffffff; font-size: large;">.</span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
... et pendant ce temps clément-la ... ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-12-06:3024205
2014-12-06T13:59:35+01:00
2014-12-06T13:59:35+01:00
Temps clément partagé entre les compositions graphiques pour le...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Temps clément partagé entre</p><p style="text-align: center;">les compositions graphiques pour le prochain livre</p><p style="text-align: center;">et ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-832117" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/01/3432156.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret, cachotterie | lien " /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">... pour l'heure en travaux ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Il existe un nouveau blog sur cette prochaine</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Galerie d'Arts Minuscules"</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">voici :</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/">http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(je vous invite à vous inscrire sur la newsletter de La Cachotterie)</span> </span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Chut !</span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">..</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; color: #ffffff;">.</span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
La Cachotterie ... de nuit ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-11-21:3022667
2014-11-21T00:57:00+01:00
2014-11-21T00:57:00+01:00
... .. . Chut ! ...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-829563" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/637161607.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, secret, cachotterie | Lien " /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">..</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">Chut !</span> </strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffffff;"><strong>.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffffff;"><strong>.</strong></span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
écho de La Cachotterie n°4 : La Cachotterie en perspective ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-11-11:3021699
2014-11-11T10:40:25+01:00
2014-11-11T10:40:25+01:00
Ce matin du 11 novembre ... Le soleil caresse La Cachotterie......
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">Ce matin du 11 novembre ...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"> Le soleil caresse La Cachotterie... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">Le lieu en perspective : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-827720" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/3286586991.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook | Lien " /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: small;">La Salle des Machines</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">en haut...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <a title="La Cachotterie" href="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=350385431806992">La Cachotterie</a></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"> en bas ...</span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
... écho n°2 de La Cachotterie ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-11-04:3021114
2014-11-04T10:25:00+01:00
2014-11-04T10:25:00+01:00
Depuis quelques jours, Un autre autre blog a été ouvert consacré...
<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-826790" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/54347870.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Depuis quelques jours,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Un autre autre blog a été ouvert consacré</p><p style="text-align: center;">à</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">La</span> Cachotterie </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/" target="_blank">( http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/ )</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Un blog consacré à ce nouveau lieu, pour l'instant en travaux :</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">La</span> Cachotterie </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Galerie d'arts minuscules</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">qui s'inaugurera avec une première exposition </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au printemps 2015</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-826788" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/360964903.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, cachan, bièvre, val de marne, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook | " /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">N'hésitez pas à venir prendre des nouvelles des avancées sur ce nouveau blog</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/" target="_blank">( http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/ )</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">... et à vous inscrire à sa newsLetter...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">clément à vous</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff6600;">... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff6600;">..</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff6600;">.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
... écho n°1 de La CACHOTTERIE
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-10-27:3020502
2014-10-27T22:17:00+01:00
2014-10-27T22:17:00+01:00
Depuis le 15 octobre, les clefs de La Cachotterie Galerie...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-825864" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/1672656317.jpg" alt="frederic Clement -CACH FB2.jpg" /><span style="font-size: small;">Depuis le 15 octobre, les clefs de</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La <span style="font-size: x-large;">Cachotterie</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Galerie d'Arts Minuscules </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">sont à mon trousseau</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-825868" style="margin: 0.7em 0px;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/02/567554612.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, | facebook | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Alors depuis, lavage, brossage, ponçage, dérouillage,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> pour son </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">inauguration-vernissage </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">au printemps</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">2015</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;">S'il vous dit de d'avoir quelques échos des travaux, de loin en loin, voici :</p><p style="text-align: center;">http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/</p><p style="text-align: center;">ou sur sur FaceBook</p><p style="text-align: center;">http://www.facebook.com/pages/La-Cachotterie/350385431806992</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-825873" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/01/2571104038.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, | facebook | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-825874" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/02/4030040662.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, secret, cachotterie, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, | facebook | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-825875" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/574104743.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, secret, cachotterie, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, | facebook | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffffff;">.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation (12)
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-06-26:3009535
2014-06-26T10:48:00+02:00
2014-06-26T10:48:00+02:00
Cette traduction restera 30 jours sur "Instants cléments"...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-808611" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/2403531308.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, | facebook | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><strong>Cette traduction restera 30 jours sur "Instants cléments"</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><strong>puis sera supprimée après ce temps ... </strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #800000;">This translation will stay during only 30 days and will deleted after this time ... </span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><strong>THE EXHAUSTED BOOK AND THE CHILD</strong><br /><br />(temporaly title)<br /><br />translated by Joel Krakiec & Frederic Clement<br /><br />from the french text/book<br /><br /> «<strong>LE LIVRE EPUISE</strong>» <br /><br />by<br /><br /><strong> Frederic Clement</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Shattered by storms, starched with salt and spray<br />it plopped itself down at dawn like a bird of stone<br />weary with travels, heavy with clouds<br /><br /><br />Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow woke up the child, <br />a shadow looking like a dark star. <br /><br />And by the sound of its fall over the dunes<br />the child got up against the sunlight<br />and walked into the wind towards the desert. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The exhausted Book lied down, right there<br />among the waves of sand created/caused by the crash <br /><br /><br />The child lifted it up with difficulty,<br />so heavy its pages with water, salt, shells, <br />with seaweeds and grass’ scraps.<br /><br /><br /> Facing the sun, for a long time, <br />he remained squatting, <br />the open and panting Book on his knees.<br /><br /><br />For a long time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When the sun had drawn the smallest drop from the Book,<br />when the wind had blown the slightest grain of salt, <br />then, the Book whispered in its crumpled paper tongue : <br /><br />«I am an old Book. I am an old and exhausted picture Book,<br />smoothed by so many hands that the colors are flaking off<br />and are leaving on your fingertips silver dust like butterflies,<br />I am frayed by so many faces<br />that the grain of my paper is crumbling away <br />like the sand of your desert. <br /><br /><br />You will be the one, child of the dunes,<br />the one who will turn my last page.<br /><br />Come with me, I shall take you along in the leafy forest of my pictures.<br /><br />Come ...» <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And the child turned the first page... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />«Did you see, I showed you the city.<br /><br />Did you see my majestic city crowned with neon lights ? <br /><br /><br />My aluminium city <br />sparkled by electric Milky Ways.<br /><br /><br />Do you know, child of the dunes, that it is in the mirror of her iron towers <br />that the moon prefers to powder her nose ? <br /><br />In the city too, the river, like a slow grass snake, <br />falls asleep every night along the lamplights,<br />dreaming about the sea.<br /><br /><br />See ! See how graceful she is when,<br />at the first cold and mist of autumn,<br />her cathedrals are flowing the swallows. <br /><br />Look, child of the dunes, look ...» <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And the child and the wind turned the second page ... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />«Certainly, said the child. It is true that your city is beautiful.<br />Delightful the moon in the mirrors of towers,<br />graceful the great grass snake of your spleepy river,<br />enthralling your cathedrals...<br /><br />but show me the snow.» <br /><br />whispered the child of the desert<br />with his most sweetened voice not to hurt the Book.<br /><br /><br /><br />«Wait for the time, child.»<br /><br /><br />Look beyond the dunes at the sheperdess of sources.<br /><br />The one who bears, engraved in the hollow palms,<br />the map of the rivers and the smallest brooks.<br /><br />She draws fresh water tears from every gypsum flower.<br /><br />She makes gush springs under every thorn bush and dry tree.<br /><br />And when she opens, at night, her vague coat of waves,<br />shoals of salmons pink and rainbow trouts<br />are flowing under the stars.<br /><br />Come. Put your steps in my steps.<br />If you look carefully in the flaques of your traces,<br />you might see, if you lean over a bit,<br />the great white whales...<br /><br />Look !» <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And the child, the wind and the sand lizard <br />turned the third page ... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />While swipping his forehead with his sleeve<br />the child said :<br /><br />«I bathed my face in such fresh springs.<br />I even dipped my hands in the rainbow of the trouts but ...<br /><br /><br />...but, show me the snow, Book.» <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Screw up your eyes, Child ... Screw up your eyes<br />because the great thunderstorm-tamer is coming<br />with his sandstorms and swarms of locusts.<br /><br /><br /><br />He is walking. <br /><br /> He is striding back up along the red ants rivers. <br />He is walking on vipers squeaking<br />under his feet like dry twigs.<br /><br /><br /><br />And when he is no more than a point.<br />A tiny point on the horizon. <br />He flings handful of fireflies <br />setting the sky on fire.<br /><br /><br />Screw up your eyes, Child, mind your face<br />because I take you for a lightning visit<br />between the jaws of storm. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And the child, the wind, the sand lizard and the fennec,<br /> all trembling, turned the fourth page... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... all quivering turned the fifth page ...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />With his eyes reddened by storms<br />and his cheeks blackened with ashes<br />the child, after he had cleared his throat <br />still irritated with sulfur and smoke,<br />told in a sad sorrowful voice :<br /><br />«You did not show the snow yet.» <br /><br /><br />And this time, without even listening the Book, <br />with the wind, the sand lizard, the fennec, <br />the sparrowhawk and the black scorpion, <br />he turned the sixth page<br /><br /><br />As the child was about to turn the seventh page, the book held him back<br /><br />«Listen ! Child of the dunes, listen to me.<br /><br />You will find, on the other side of my page,<br />my most beautiful picture.<br /><br />Some famous story-spinners weaved from it legends,<br />embroidered with thin golden thread,<br />which are still flowing from dusk to dusk.<br /><br /><br /><br />Pick up your ears, Child,<br />listen to what the robins<br />heartily sing in the boughs : <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The story of this sleepness king who,<br />to foil time, every sleepless night,<br />searched in the moors, walked alongside of the rivers,<br />went all over the corn-fields and mountains with oak-forest,<br />seeking for the white deer.<br /><br />Now, one evening, one misty evening with golden moon,<br />he caught a glimpse of the deer <br />in the mirror of a lake.<br /><br />The deer, calm and as white as ivory, was drinking<br />Between its legs, perches and tenches were dozing,<br />and, in its silver antlers, goldfishes were dreaming. <br /><br />But this evening, this misty evening with a golden moon,<br />the king did not come back.<br /><br />Battues were ordered in the moors, alongside of the rivers,<br />in the corn-fields and mountains with oak-forest.<br /><br />It was only at dawn under a silver willow tree, <br />that his doublet as white as ivory <br />was found sprinkled with white hair.<br /><br />On the upper broughs,<br />robins were heartily singing a strange story.<br /><br />Listen, Child of the dunes, listen and see...» <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And the child, and the wind, and the sand lizard, and the fennec,<br />and the black scorpion, and the sparrowwhawk, <br />and the locust with its dry twiggy legs, and the beetle <br />turned the seventh page... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The child had closed his eyes.<br /><br />A long silvery silence, bordered with willows and poplars,<br />was still twinkling on his cheeks.<br /><br />Then the wind, impatient,<br />bent over his shoulder and whispered in his ears :<br /><br />«Did you see it ? Did you see the snow ? <br />Did you it in the moors, alongside of the rivers, <br />in the corn-fields and mountains with oak-forest ?»<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The child did not answer.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />A long silvery silence, enchanted by robins, blackbirds and wagtails,<br />was still waving on his forehead. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then the wind, which had been smouldering its anger for too long, <br />slipped under the pages and turned them very quickly. <br /><br /><br /><br />Quickly the eigth page...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Quicly the ninth page...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A long silvery silence<br />barely disturbed by the light of a pond, <br />was stretching in a very sweet smile on the child’s lips.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So, the annoyed wind carried on its game : <br /><br />It turned, turned, turned, <br />quicker and quicker, <br />the pages which were thrashing, lashing and scratching the air<br />like the wings of a seagull,<br />like the sails of a schooner fighting against the wind.<br /><br /><br />Then it became blasts <br />and blew the Book off, <br />page by page.<br /><br /><br /><br />Then it turned itself into a tornado.<br />And smashed the pages to smithereens. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then it became a storm and, with its sandy teeth,<br />reduced the pages to dust and spread it over the skyline<br />where the sun was setting. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Perhaps because the sun. <br />Perhaps because the sand...<br /><br />The child screwed up his eyes tightly<br />and big tears began to flow on his cheeks. <br /><br />Perhaps because the sand.<br />Perhaps because the sun.<br /><br />A trail of white deers was moving away under his eyelids, <br />silently, in a long silvery silence. <br /><br />The child opened his eyes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The exhausted wind, out of breath and with no more strength left, <br />was falling asleep at his feet<br />among a thin and white powder so cold and so white, <br />that the sparrowwhawk, the fennec, the black scorpion, <br />the beetle, the locust and the sand lizard were shivering. <br /><br /><br />The child stood up a long time, gazing at the desert.<br /><br />A few times, he bursted out laughing in a high pitched <br />and crystal-clear tone that made some light flakes flutter around him.<br /><br /><br /><br />But as the night was falling on his shoulders<br />and because he was a bit cold,<br />he walked to the village<br />rolling a huge white ball under the moon.<br /><br /><br />And the snow was crunching under his footsteps<br />like a murmur of some glazed paper :<br /><br /><br /><br />Look ! <br /><br /> Look !<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Look at my last page ...</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><img id="media-798462" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/2403531308.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook | facebook" /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: x-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">LE LIVRE ÉPUISÉ </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="color: #ef9a61;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(livre anciennement publié aux Ed. Ipomée-Albin Michel)</span> <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <br />Ereinté d’ouragans, tout empesé de sel et de ciel,<br />il se laissa tomber à l’aube comme un oiseau de pierre,<br />harassé de voyages, trempé de nuages.<br /><br />C’est son ombre qui réveilla l’enfant, son ombre<br />comme une étoile sombre filant sur ses paupières.<br /><br />Et c’est au bruit de sa chute derrière les dunes<br />que l’enfant se leva à contre-jour puis marcha<br />contre le vent vers le désert.<br /><br />Le livre épuisé gisait, là, parmi les ondes de sable<br />provoquées par le choc.<br /><br />L’enfant le souleva avec peine tant ses pages étaient lourdes d’eau,<br />de sel, de coquillages, de lambeaux d’algues et d’herbes.<br /><br />Il resta accroupi longtemps, le livre ouvert et pantelant<br />posé sur ses genoux, face au soleil.<br />Longtemps.<br /><br />Quand le soleil eut fini de boire l’eau du livre,<br />quand le vent eut léché chaque grain de sel,<br />le livre dans sa langue de papier froissé chuchota :<br /><br /><br />« Je suis un livre vieux, un vieux livre d’images fatigué,<br />lissé par tant de mains que mes couleurs s’écaillent<br />et laissent sur le bout de vos doigts des paillettes de papillons,<br />usé par tant de visages que les grains de mon papier s’effritent<br />comme le sable de ton désert.<br /><br />C’est toi, enfant des dunes, c’est toi qui tourneras ma dernière page.<br /><br />Viens, je t’emmène dans la forêt feuillue de mes images.<br /><br />Viens… »<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Et l’enfant tourna la première page…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tu as vu, je t’ai montré la ville.<br /><br />Tu as vu comme elle est belle, ma ville couronnée de néon<br />Ma ville d’aluminium illuminée d’électriques voies lactées.<br /><br />Sais-tu, enfant des sables, que c’est dans le miroir <br />de ses tours d’acier que la lune préfère<br />se repoudrer le nez ?<br /><br />C’est dans cette ville aussi que chaque nuit<br />le fleuve comme une grande couleuvre s’endort<br />le long des réverbères en rêvant à la mer.<br /><br />Vois, vois comme elle est belle quand aux premiers froids,<br /> aux premières brumes d’automne,<br />ses cathédrales suivent les hirondelles.<br /><br />Regarde, enfant des dunes, regarde… » <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Et l’enfant et le vent tournèrent la deuxième page…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Vrai, dit l’enfant, c’est vrai, ta ville est belle.<br />Belle la lune dans le miroir des tours.<br />Belle la grande couleuvre de ton fleuve endormi.<br />Belles tes cathédrales.<br /><br />Mais, murmura l’enfant du désert de sa plus douce voix<br />pour ne pas froisser le livre,<br />montre-moi la neige. »<br /><br /><br /><br />« Attends le temps, enfant.<br /><br />Regarde au loin des dunes la bergère des sources.<br /><br />Celle qui porte gravée dans le creux de ses paumes<br />la carte des rivières et du moindre ruisseau.<br /><br />Elle tire des larmes d’eau douce à toutes les roses des sables.<br />Elle fait jaillir des sources sous chaque buisson d’épines, <br />chaque arbre sec.<br /><br />Et quand elle ouvre, le soir, son vague manteau de vagues,<br />il coule sous les étoiles des bancs de saumons roses<br /> et des truites arc-en-ciel.<br /><br />Viens. Mets tes pas dans ses pas.<br />Si tu regardes bien dans les flaques de ses traces,<br />Tu peux voir passer, en te penchant un peu,<br />Les grandes baleines blanches…<br /><br />Regarde ! »<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Et l’enfant et le vent et le lézard des sables <br />tournèrent la troisième page…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />En s’essuyant le front du revers de sa manche l’enfant dit :<br /><br /><br />« J’ai baigné mon visage dans les sources fraîches. <br />J’ai même trempé mes mains dans l’arc-en-ciel des truites <br />mais…<br /><br /><br />Mais, Livre, montre-moi la neige. »<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />« Plisse les yeux, enfant, plisse les yeux car voici<br />dans la tempête de sable et de sauterelles <br />le grand dompteur d’orages.<br /><br />Il marche.<br /><br />A longues foulées il remonte les fleuves de fourmis rouges. <br />Il foule les vipères qui craquent sous ses pas comme des sarments secs.<br /><br />Il marche.<br /><br />Quand il n’est plus qu’un point,<br />un minuscule point sur l’horizon, il jette à toutes volées<br />des poignées de lucioles qui mettent le feu au ciel.<br /><br /><br />Plisse les yeux, enfant, protège ton visage<br />Car je t’emmène pour un voyage éclair dans la gueule de l’orage. »<br /><br /><br />Et l’enfant et le vent et le lézard des sables<br />Et le fennec tournèrent en tremblant la quatrième page…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />…tournèrent en frémissant la cinquième page…<br /><br /><br />Les yeux rouges d’orage, les joues noircies
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation (11)
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THE BUSHED BOOK THE BUSHY BOOK...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-808465" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/1178983915.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, desert, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel,| Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">THE BUSHED BOOK</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"> THE BUSHY BOOK</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">THE BUSH-BOOK</span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> (temporarily titles)</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><br /> Shattered by storms, starched with salt and spray<br /> it plopped itself down at dawn like a bird of stone<br /> weary with travels, heavy wit<span class="text_exposed_show">h clouds.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow woke up the child, <br /> a shadow looking like a dark star.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> And by the sound of its fall over the dunes<br /> the child got up against the sunlight<br /> and walked into the wind towards the desert. </span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée samedi 14 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">The blushed Book lied down, right there<br />among the waves of sand created/caused by the crash <br /><br /><br />The child lifted it up with difficulty,<br />so heavy its pages with water, salt, shells, <br />with seaweeds and grass’ scraps.<br /><br /><br /> Facing the sun, for a long time, <br />he remained squatting, <br />the open and panting Book on his knees.<br /><br /><br />For a long time.<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br />When the sun had drawn the smallest drop from the Book,<br />when the wind had blown the slightest grain of salt, <br />then, the Book whispered in its crumpled paper tongue : </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée ce dimanche 15 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">«I am an old Book. I am an old and exhausted picture Book,<br />smoothed by so many hands that the colors are flaking off<br />and are leaving on your fingertips silver dust like butterflies,<br />I am frayed by so many faces<br />that the grain of my paper is crumbling away <br />like the sand of your desert. <br /><br /><br />You will be the one, child of the dunes,<br />the one who will turn my last page.<br /><br />Come with me, I shall take you along in the leafy forest of my pictures.<br /><br />Come ...» <br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée lundi 16 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <br />And the child turned the first page... <br /><br /><br /><br />«Did you see, I showed you the city.<br /><br />Did you see my majestic city crowned with neon lights ? <br /><br /><br />My aluminium city <br />sparkled by electric Milky Ways.<br /><br /><br />Do you know, child of the dunes, that it is in the mirror of her iron towers <br />that the moon prefers to powder her nose ? <br /><br />In the city too, the river, like a slow grass snake, <br />falls asleep every night along the lamplights,<br />dreaming about the sea.<br /><br /><br />See ! See how graceful she is when,<br />at the first cold and mist of autumn,<br />her cathedrals are flowing the swallows. <br /><br />Look, child of the dunes, look ...» <br /> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mardi 17 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;">And the child and the wind turned the second page ... <br /><br /><br /><br />«Certainly, said the child. It is true that your city is beautiful.<br />Delightful the moon in the mirrors of towers,<br />graceful the great grass snake of your spleepy river,<br />enthralling your cathedrals...<br /><br />but show me the snow.» <br /><br />whispered the child of the desert<br />with his most sweetened voice not to hurt the Book.<br /><br /><br /><br />«Wait for the time, child.»<br /><br /><br />Look beyond the dunes at the sheperdess of sources.<br /><br />The one who bears, engraved in the hollow palms,<br />the map of the rivers and the smallest brooks.<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mercredi 18 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">She draws fresh water tears from every gypsum flower.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">She makes gush springs under every thorn bush and dry tree.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">And when she opens, at night, her vague coat of waves,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">shoals of salmons pink and rainbow trouts</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">are flowing under the stars.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Come. Put your steps in my steps.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">If you look carefully in the flaques of your traces,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">you might see, if you lean over a bit,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">the great white whales...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Look !» </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">And the child, the wind and the </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">sand </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">lizard </span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">turned the third page ... </span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée vendredi 20 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">While swipping his forehead with his sleeve<br />the child said :<br /><br />«I bathed my face in such fresh springs.<br />I even dipped my hands in the rainbow of the trouts but ...<br /><br /><br />...but, show me the snow, Book.» <br /><br /><br /><br />" Screw up your eyes, Child ... Screw up your eyes<br />because the great thunderstorm-tamer is coming<br />with his sandstorms and swarms of locusts.<br /><br />He is walking.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée lundi 23 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">He is striding back up along the red ants rivers. <br />He is walking on vipers squeaking<br />under his feet like dry twigs.<br /><br />And when he is no more than a point.<br />A tiny point on the horizon. <br />He flings handful of fireflies <br />setting the sky on fire.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />Screw up your eyes, Child, mind your face<br />because I take you for a lightning visit<br />between the jaws of storm." <br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />And the child, the wind, the </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">sand </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">lizard </span></span></span></span></span> and the fennec,<br /> all trembling, turned the fourth page... <br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mardi 24 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">... all quivering turned the fifth page ...<br /><br /><br />With his eyes reddened by storms<br />and his cheeks blackened with ashes<br />the child, after he had cleared his throat <br />still irritated with sulfur and smoke,<br />told in a sad sorrowful voice :<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">«You did not show the snow yet.» </span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /><br />And this time, without even listening the Book, <br />with the wind, the </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">sand </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">lizard</span></span></span></span></span>, the fennec, <br />the sparrowhawk and the black scorpion, <br />he turned the sixth page... <br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mardi 24 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">As the child was about to turn the seventh page, the book held him back<br /><br />«Listen ! Child of the dunes, listen to me.<br /><br />You will find, on the other side of my page,<br />my most beautiful picture.<br /><br />Some famous story-spinners weaved from it legends,<br />embroidered with thin golden thread,<br />which are still flowing from dusk to dusk.<br /><br />Pick up your ears, Child,<br />listen to what the robins<br />heartily sing in the boughs : <br /><br /><br />The story of this sleepness king who,<br
frédéric clément
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation (10)
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2014-06-24T08:21:00+02:00
2014-06-24T08:21:00+02:00
THE BUSHED BOOK (temporarily title) ...
<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-808257" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/1526606556.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">THE BUSHED BOOK</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> (temporarily title)</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><br /> Shattered by storms, starched with salt and spray<br /> it plopped itself down at dawn like a bird of stone<br /> weary with travels, heavy wit<span class="text_exposed_show">h clouds.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow woke up the child, <br /> a shadow looking like a dark star.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> And by the sound of its fall over the dunes<br /> the child got up against the sunlight<br /> and walked into the wind towards the desert. </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée samedi 14 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">The blushed Book lied down, right there<br />among the waves of sand created/caused by the crash <br /><br /><br />The child lifted it up with difficulty,<br />so heavy its pages with water, salt, shells, <br />with seaweeds and grass’ scraps.<br /><br /><br /> Facing the sun, for a long time, <br />he remained squatting, <br />the open and panting Book on his knees.<br /><br /><br />For a long time.<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br />When the sun had drawn the smallest drop from the Book,<br />when the wind had blown the slightest grain of salt, <br />then, the Book whispered in its crumpled paper tongue : </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée ce dimanche 15 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">«I am an old Book. I am an old and exhausted picture Book,<br />smoothed by so many hands that the colors are flaking off<br />and are leaving on your fingertips silver dust like butterflies,<br />I am frayed by so many faces<br />that the grain of my paper is crumbling away <br />like the sand of your desert. <br /><br /><br />You will be the one, child of the dunes,<br />the one who will turn my last page.<br /><br />Come with me, I shall take you along in the leafy forest of my pictures.<br /><br />Come ...» <br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée lundi 16 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <br />And the child turned the first page... <br /><br /><br /><br />«Did you see, I showed you the city.<br /><br />Did you see my majestic city crowned with neon lights ? <br /><br /><br />My aluminium city <br />sparkled by electric Milky Ways.<br /><br /><br />Do you know, child of the dunes, that it is in the mirror of her iron towers <br />that the moon prefers to powder her nose ? <br /><br />In the city too, the river, like a slow grass snake, <br />falls asleep every night along the lamplights,<br />dreaming about the sea.<br /><br /><br />See ! See how graceful she is when,<br />at the first cold and mist of autumn,<br />her cathedrals are flowing the swallows. <br /><br />Look, child of the dunes, look ...» <br /> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mardi 17 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;">And the child and the wind turned the second page ... <br /><br /><br /><br />«Certainly, said the child. It is true that your city is beautiful.<br />Delightful the moon in the mirrors of towers,<br />graceful the great grass snake of your spleepy river,<br />enthralling your cathedrals...<br /><br />but show me the snow.» <br /><br />whispered the child of the desert<br />with his most sweetened voice not to hurt the Book.<br /><br /><br /><br />«Wait for the time, child.»<br /><br /><br />Look beyond the dunes at the sheperdess of sources.<br /><br />The one who bears, engraved in the hollow palms,<br />the map of the rivers and the smallest brooks.<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mercredi 18 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">She draws fresh water tears from every gypsum flower.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">She makes gush springs under every thorn bush and dry tree.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">And when she opens, at night, her vague coat of waves,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">shoals of salmons pink and rainbow trouts</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">are flowing under the stars.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Come. Put your steps in my steps.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">If you look carefully in the flaques of your traces,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">you might see, if you lean over a bit,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">the great white whales...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Look !» </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">And the child, the wind and the </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">sand </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">lizard </span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">turned the third page ... </span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée vendredi 20 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">While swipping his forehead with his sleeve<br />the child said :<br /><br />«I bathed my face in such fresh springs.<br />I even dipped my hands in the rainbow of the trouts but ...<br /><br /><br />...but, show me the snow, Book.» <br /><br /><br /><br />" Screw up your eyes, Child ... Screw up your eyes<br />because the great thunderstorm-tamer is coming<br />with his sandstorms and swarms of locusts.<br /><br />He is walking.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée lundi 23 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">He is striding back up along the red ants rivers. <br />He is walking on vipers squeaking<br />under his feet like dry twigs.<br /><br />And when he is no more than a point.<br />A tiny point on the horizon. <br />He flings handful of fireflies <br />setting the sky on fire.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />Screw up your eyes, Child, mind your face<br />because I take you for a lightning visit<br />between the jaws of storm." <br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /><br />And the child, the wind, the </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">sand </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">lizard </span></span></span></span></span> and the fennec,<br /> all trembling, turned the fourth page... <br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mardi 24 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">... all quivering turned the fifth page ...<br /><br /><br />With his eyes reddened by storms<br />and his cheeks blackened with ashes<br />the child, after he had cleared his throat <br />still irritated with sulfur and smoke,<br />told in a sad sorrowful voice :</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /><br />«You did not show the snow yet.» </span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /><br /><br />And this time, without even listening the Book, <br />with the wind, the </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">sand </span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">lizard</span></span></span></span></span>, the fennec, <br />the sparrowhawk and the black scorpion, <br />he turned the sixth page... <br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #808080;"><span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">(</span>to be continued<span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">)</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: medium;">LE LIVRE ÉPUISÉ :</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #ef9a61;">(livre anciennement publié aux Ed. Ipomée-Albin Michel) </span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Éreinté d’ouragans, tout empesé de sel et de ciel,<br /> il se laissa tomber à l’aube comme un oiseau de pierre,<br /> harassé de voyages, trempé de nuages.<br /> <br /> C’est son ombre qui réveilla l’enfant, son ombre<br /> comme une étoile sombre filant sur ses paupières.<br /> <br /> Et c’est au bruit de sa chute derrière les dunes<br /> que l’enfant se leva à contre-jour puis marcha<br /> contre le vent vers le désert.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Le livre épuisé gisait, là, parmi les ondes de sable<br />provoquées par le choc.<br /><br />L’enfant le souleva avec peine tant ses pages étaient lourdes d’eau,<br />de sel, de coquillages, de lambeaux d’algues et d’herbes.<br /><br />Il resta accroupi longtemps, le livre ouvert et pantelant<br />posé sur ses genoux, face au soleil.<br />Longtemps.<br /><br />Quand le soleil eut fini de boire l’eau du livre,<br />quand le vent eut léché chaque grain de sel,<br />le livre dans sa langue de papier froissé chuchota :<br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">« Je suis un livre vieu
frédéric clément
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation (9)
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2014-06-23T14:40:00+02:00
2014-06-23T14:40:00+02:00
THE BUSHED BOOK (temporarily title)...
<p><img id="media-808125" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/3755399539.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel,| Facebook" /><br style="text-align: center;" /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">THE BUSHED BOOK</span> </span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> (temporarily title)</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><br /> Shattered by storms, starched with salt and spray<br /> it plopped itself down at dawn like a bird of stone<br /> weary with travels, heavy wit<span class="text_exposed_show">h clouds.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow woke up the child, <br /> a shadow looking like a dark star.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> And by the sound of its fall over the dunes<br /> the child got up against the sunlight<br /> and walked into the wind towards the desert. </span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée samedi 14 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">The blushed Book lied down, right there<br />among the waves of sand created/caused by the crash <br /><br /><br />The child lifted it up with difficulty,<br />so heavy its pages with water, salt, shells, <br />with seaweeds and grass’ scraps.<br /><br /><br /> Facing the sun, for a long time, <br />he remained squatting, <br />the open and panting Book on his knees.<br /><br /><br />For a long time.<br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br />When the sun had drawn the smallest drop from the Book,<br />when the wind had blown the slightest grain of salt, <br />then, the Book whispered in its crumpled paper tongue : </span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée ce dimanche 15 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">«I am an old Book. I am an old and exhausted picture Book,<br />smoothed by so many hands that the colors are flaking off<br />and are leaving on your fingertips silver dust like butterflies,<br />I am frayed by so many faces<br />that the grain of my paper is crumbling away <br />like the sand of your desert. <br /><br /><br />You will be the one, child of the dunes,<br />the one who will turn my last page.<br /><br />Come with me, I shall take you along in the leafy forest of my pictures.<br /><br />Come ...» <br /><br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée lundi 16 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <br />And the child turned the first page... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />«Did you see, I showed you the city.<br /><br />Did you see my majestic city crowned with neon lights ? <br /><br /><br />My aluminium city <br />sparkled by electric Milky Ways.<br /><br /><br />Do you know, child of the dunes, that it is in the mirror of her iron towers <br />that the moon prefers to powder her nose ? <br /><br />In the city too, the river, like a slow grass snake, <br />falls asleep every night along the lamplights,<br />dreaming about the sea.<br /><br /><br />See ! See how graceful she is when,<br />at the first cold and mist of autumn,<br />her cathedrals are flowing the swallows. <br /><br />Look, child of the dunes, look ...» <br /> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mardi 17 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;">And the child and the wind turned the second page ... <br /><br /><br /><br />«Certainly, said the child. It is true that your city is beautiful.<br />Delightful the moon in the mirrors of towers,<br />graceful the great grass snake of your spleepy river,<br />enthralling your cathedrals...<br /><br />but show me the snow.» <br /><br />whispered the child of the desert<br />with his most sweetened voice not to hurt the Book.<br /><br /><br /><br />«Wait for the time, child.»<br /><br /><br />Look beyond the dunes at the sheperdess of sources.<br /><br />The one who bears, engraved in the hollow palms,<br />the map of the rivers and the smallest brooks.<br /><br /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mercredi 18 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">She draws fresh water tears from every gypsum flower.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">She makes gush springs under every thorn bush and dry tree.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">And when she opens, at night, her vague coat of waves,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">shoals of salmons pink and rainbow trouts</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">are flowing under the stars.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Come. Put your steps in my steps.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">If you look carefully in the flaques of your traces,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">you might see, if you lean over a bit,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">the great white whales...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Look !» </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">And the child, the wind and the lizard of the sand </span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">turned the third page ... </span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée vendredi 20 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">While swipping his forehead with his sleeve<br />the child said :<br /><br />«I bathed my face in such fresh springs.<br />I even dipped my hands in the rainbow of the trouts but ...<br /><br /><br />...but, show me the snow, Book.» <br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /><br /><br />" Screw up your eyes, Child ... Screw up your eyes<br />because the great thunderstorm-tamer is coming<br />with his sandstorms and swarms of locusts.<br /><br />He is walking.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée lundi 23 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">He is striding back up along the red ants rivers. <br />He is walking on vipers squeaking<br />under his feet like dry twigs.<br /><br />And when he is no more than a point.<br />A tiny point on the horizon. <br />He flings handful of fireflies <br />setting the sky on fire.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />Screw up your eyes, Child, mind your face<br />because I take you for a lightning visit<br />between the jaws of storm." <br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /><br />And the child, the wind, the lizard of the sand and the fennec,<br /> all trembling, turned the fourth page... <br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #808080;"><span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">(</span>to be continued<span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">)</span></span> </span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: medium;">LE LIVRE ÉPUISÉ :</span> </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #ef9a61;">(livre anciennement publié aux Ed. Ipomée-Albin Michel) </span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Éreinté d’ouragans, tout empesé de sel et de ciel,<br /> il se laissa tomber à l’aube comme un oiseau de pierre,<br /> harassé de voyages, trempé de nuages.<br /> <br /> C’est son ombre qui réveilla l’enfant, son ombre<br /> comme une étoile sombre filant sur ses paupières.<br /> <br /> Et c’est au bruit de sa chute derrière les dunes<br /> que l’enfant se leva à contre-jour puis marcha<br /> contre le vent vers le désert.</span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Le livre épuisé gisait, là, parmi les ondes de sable<br />provoquées par le choc.<br /><br />L’enfant le souleva avec peine tant ses pages étaient lourdes d’eau,<br />de sel, de coquillages, de lambeaux d’algues et d’herbes.<br /><br />Il resta accroupi longtemps, le livre ouvert et pantelant<br />posé sur ses genoux, face au soleil.<br />Longtemps.<br /><br />Quand le soleil eut fini de boire l’eau du livre,<br />quand le vent eut léché chaque grain de sel,<br />le livre dans sa langue de papier froissé chuchota :<br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">« Je suis un livre vieux, un vieux livre d’images fatigué,<br />lissé par tant de mains que mes couleurs s’écaillent<br />et laissent sur le bout de vos doigts des paillettes de papillons,<br />usé par tant de visages que les grains de mon papier s’effritent<br />comme le sable de ton désert.<br /><br />C’est toi, Enfant des dunes, c’est toi qui tourneras ma dernière page.<br /><br />Viens, je t’emmène dans la forêt feuillue de mes images.<br /><br />Viens… »<br /><br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Et l’enfant tourna la première page…<br /><br /><br /><br />Tu as vu, je t’ai montré la ville.<br /><br />Tu as vu comme elle est belle, ma ville couronnée de néons,<br />ma ville illuminée d’électriques voies lactées.<br /><br />Sais-tu, Enfant des sables, que c’est dans le miroir <br />de ses tours d’acier que la lune préfère<br />se repoudrer le nez ?<br /><br />C’est dans cette ville aussi que chaque nuit<br />le fleuve comme une grande couleuvre s’endort<br />le long des réverbères en rêvant à la mer.<br /><br /><br />Vois, vois comme elle est belle quand aux premiers froids,<br /> aux premières brumes d’automne,<br />ses cathédrales suivent les hirondelles.<br /><br />Regarde, Enfant des dunes, regarde… » <br /><br /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> Et l’enfant et le vent tournèrent la deuxième page…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Vrai, dit l’enfant ... C’est vrai, ta ville est belle.<br />Belle la lune dans le miroir des tours.<br />Belle la grande couleuvre de ton fleuve endormi.<br />Belles tes cathédrales.<br /><br />Mais, murmura l’enfant du désert de sa plus douce voix<br />pour ne pas froisser le livre,<br />montre-moi la neige. »<br /><br /><br /><br />« Attends le temps, Enfant.<br /><br />Regarde au loin des dunes la bergère des sources.<br /><br />Celle qui porte gravée dans le creux de ses paumes<br />la carte des rivières et du moindre ruisseau.</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> Elle tire des larmes d’eau douce à toutes les roses des sables.<br />Elle fait jaillir des sources sous chaque buisson d’épines, <br />chaque arbre sec.<br /><br />Et quand elle ouvre, le soir, son vague manteau de vagues,<br />il coule sous les étoiles des bancs de saumons roses<br /> et des truites arc-en-ciel.<br /><br />Viens. Mets tes pas dans ses pas.<br />Si tu regardes bien dans les flaques de ses traces,<br />Tu peux voir passer, en te penchant un peu,<br />Les grandes baleines blanches…<br /><br />Regarde ! »<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Et l’enfant et le vent et le lézard des sables <br />tournèrent la troisième page…<br /><br /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;">En s’essuyant le front du revers de sa manche l’enfant dit :<br /><br /><br />« J’ai baigné mon visage dans les sources fraîches. <br />J’ai même trempé mes mains dans l’arc-en-ciel des truites <br />mais…<br /><br /><br />Mais, Livre, montre-moi la neige. »<br /><br /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />« Plisse les yeux, enfant, plisse les yeux car voici<br />dans la tempête de sable et de sauterelles <br />le grand dompteur d’orages.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /><br />Il marche.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation (8)
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2014-06-20T14:16:00+02:00
2014-06-20T14:16:00+02:00
THE BUSHED BOOK (temporarily...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-807461" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/01/3934396250.jpeg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel,lighthouse, paris, ravel, phare, | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">THE BUSHED BOOK</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> (temporarily title)</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><br /> Shattered by storms, starched with salt and spray<br /> it plopped itself down at dawn like a bird of stone<br /> weary with travels, heavy wit<span class="text_exposed_show">h clouds.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow woke up the child, <br /> a shadow looking like a dark star.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> And by the sound of its fall over the dunes<br /> the child got up against the sunlight<br /> and walked into the wind towards the desert. </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée samedi 14 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">The blushed Book lied down, right there<br />among the waves of sand created/caused by the crash <br /><br /><br />The child lifted it up with difficulty,<br />so heavy its pages with water, salt, shells, <br />with seaweeds and grass’ scraps.<br /><br /><br /> Facing the sun, for a long time, <br />he remained squatting, <br />the open and panting Book on his knees.<br /><br /><br />For a long time.<br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br />When the sun had drawn the smallest drop from the Book,<br />when the wind had blown the slightest grain of salt, <br />then, the Book whispered in its crumpled paper tongue : </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée ce dimanche 15 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">«I am an old Book. I am an old and exhausted picture Book,<br />smoothed by so many hands that the colors are flaking off<br />and are leaving on your fingertips silver dust like butterflies,<br />I am frayed by so many faces<br />that the grain of my paper is crumbling away <br />like the sand of your desert. <br /><br /><br />You will be the one, child of the dunes,<br />the one who will turn my last page.<br /><br />Come with me, I shall take you along in the leafy forest of my pictures.<br /><br />Come ...» <br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée lundi 16 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <br />And the child turned the first page... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />«Did you see, I showed you the city.<br /><br />Did you see my majestic city crowned with neon lights ? <br /><br /><br />My aluminium city <br />sparkled by electric Milky Ways.<br /><br /><br />Do you know, child of the dunes, that it is in the mirror of her iron towers <br />that the moon prefers to powder her nose ? <br /><br />In the city too, the river, like a slow grass snake, <br />falls asleep every night along the lamplights,<br />dreaming about the sea.<br /><br /><br />See ! See how graceful she is when,<br />at the first cold and mist of autumn,<br />her cathedrals are flowing the swallows. <br /><br />Look, child of the dunes, look ...» <br /> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mardi 17 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">And the child and the wind turned the second page ... <br /><br /><br /><br />«Certainly, said the child. It is true that your city is beautiful.<br />Delightful the moon in the mirrors of towers,<br />graceful the great grass snake of your spleepy river,<br />enthralling your cathedrals...<br /><br />but show me the snow.» <br /><br />whispered the child of the desert<br />with his most sweetened voice not to hurt the Book.<br /><br /><br /><br />«Wait for the time, child.»<br /><br /><br />Look beyond the dunes at the sheperdess of sources.<br /><br />The one who bears, engraved in the hollow palms,<br />the map of the rivers and the smallest brooks.<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mercredi 18 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">She draws fresh water tears from every gypsum flower.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">She makes gush springs under every thorn bush and dry tree.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">And when she opens, at night, her vague coat of waves,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">shoals of salmons pink and rainbow trouts</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">are flowing under the stars.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Come. Put your steps in my steps.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">If you look carefully in the flaques of your traces,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">you might see, if you lean over a bit,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">the great white whales...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Look !» </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">And the child, the wind and the lizard of the sand </span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">turned the third page ... </span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée vendredi 20 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">While swipping his forehead with his sleeve<br />the child said :<br /><br />«I bathed my face in such fresh springs.<br />I even dipped my hands in the rainbow of the trouts but ...<br /><br /><br />...but, show me the snow, Book.» <br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /><br /><br />" Screw up your eyes, Child ... Screw up your eyes<br />because the great thunderstorm-tamer is coming<br />with his sandstorms and swarms of locusts.<br /><br />He is walking."<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><br /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #808080;"><span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">(</span>to be continued<span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">)</span></span> </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: medium;">LE LIVRE ÉPUISÉ :</span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #ef9a61;">(livre anciennement publié aux Ed. Ipomée-Albin Michel) </span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Éreinté d’ouragans, tout empesé de sel et de ciel,<br /> il se laissa tomber à l’aube comme un oiseau de pierre,<br /> harassé de voyages, trempé de nuages.<br /> <br /> C’est son ombre qui réveilla l’enfant, son ombre<br /> comme une étoile sombre filant sur ses paupières.<br /> <br /> Et c’est au bruit de sa chute derrière les dunes<br /> que l’enfant se leva à contre-jour puis marcha<br /> contre le vent vers le désert.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Le livre épuisé gisait, là, parmi les ondes de sable<br />provoquées par le choc.<br /><br />L’enfant le souleva avec peine tant ses pages étaient lourdes d’eau,<br />de sel, de coquillages, de lambeaux d’algues et d’herbes.<br /><br />Il resta accroupi longtemps, le livre ouvert et pantelant<br />posé sur ses genoux, face au soleil.<br />Longtemps.<br /><br />Quand le soleil eut fini de boire l’eau du livre,<br />quand le vent eut léché chaque grain de sel,<br />le livre dans sa langue de papier froissé chuchota :<br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">« Je suis un livre vieux, un vieux livre d’images fatigué,<br />lissé par tant de mains que mes couleurs s’écaillent<br />et laissent sur le bout de vos doigts des paillettes de papillons,<br />usé par tant de visages que les grains de mon papier s’effritent<br />comme le sable de ton désert.<br /><br />C’est toi, Enfant des dunes, c’est toi qui tourneras ma dernière page.<br /><br />Viens, je t’emmène dans la forêt feuillue de mes images.<br /><br />Viens… »<br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">Et l’enfant tourna la première page…<br /><br /><br /><br />Tu as vu, je t’ai montré la ville.<br /><br />Tu as vu comme elle est belle, ma ville couronnée de néons,<br />ma ville illuminée d’électriques voies lactées.<br /><br />Sais-tu, Enfant des sables, que c’est dans le miroir <br />de ses tours d’acier que la lune préfère<br />se repoudrer le nez ?<br /><br />C’est dans cette ville aussi que chaque nuit<br />le fleuve comme une grande couleuvre s’endort<br />le long des réverbères en rêvant à la mer.<br /><br /><br />Vois, vois comme elle est belle quand aux premiers froids,<br /> aux premières brumes d’automne,<br />ses cathédrales suivent les hirondelles.<br /><br />Regarde, Enfant des dunes, regarde… » <br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Et l’enfant et le vent tournèrent la deuxième page…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Vrai, dit l’enfant ... C’est vrai, ta ville est belle.<br />Belle la lune dans le miroir des tours.<br />Belle la grande couleuvre de ton fleuve endormi.<br />Belles tes cathédrales.<br /><br />Mais, murmura l’enfant du désert de sa plus douce voix<br />pour ne pas froisser le livre,<br />montre-moi la neige. »<br /><br /><br /><br />« Attends le temps, Enfant.<br /><br />Regarde au loin des dunes la bergère des sources.<br /><br />Celle qui porte gravée dans le creux de ses paumes<br />la carte des rivières et du moindre ruisseau.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> Elle tire des larmes d’eau douce à toutes les roses des sables.<br />Elle fait jaillir des sources sous chaque buisson d’épines, <br />chaque arbre sec.<br /><br />Et quand elle ouvre, le soir, son vague manteau de vagues,<br />il coule sous les étoiles des bancs de saumons roses<br /> et des truites arc-en-ciel.<br /><br />Viens. Mets tes pas dans ses pas.<br />Si tu regardes bien dans les flaques de ses traces,<br />Tu peux voir passer, en te penchant un peu,<br />Les grandes baleines blanches…<br /><br />Regarde ! »<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Et l’enfant et le vent et le lézard des sables <br />tournèrent la troisième page…<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">En s’essuyant le front du revers de sa manche l’enfant dit :<br /><br /><br />« J’ai baigné mon visage dans les sources fraîches. <br />J’ai même trempé mes mains dans l’arc-en-ciel des truites <br />mais…<br /><br /><br />Mais, Livre, montre-moi la neige. »<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />« Plisse les yeux, enfant, plisse les yeux car voici<br />dans la tempête de sable et de sauterelles <br />le grand dompteur d’orages.<br /><br />Il marche.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><br /> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><img id="media-798462" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/2403531308.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook | facebook" /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_sh
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation (7)
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2014-06-19T06:50:00+02:00
2014-06-19T06:50:00+02:00
THE BUSHED BOOK (temporarily title)...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-807224" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/4206067709.jpeg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel,| Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">THE BUSHED BOOK</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> (temporarily title)</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><br /> Shattered by storms, starched with salt and spray<br /> it plopped itself down at dawn like a bird of stone<br /> weary with travels, heavy wit<span class="text_exposed_show">h clouds.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow woke up the child, <br /> a shadow looking like a dark star.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> And by the sound of its fall over the dunes<br /> the child got up against the sunlight<br /> and walked into the wind towards the desert. </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée samedi 14 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">The blushed Book lied down, right there<br />among the waves of sand created/caused by the crash <br /><br /><br />The child lifted it up with difficulty,<br />so heavy its pages with water, salt, shells, <br />with seaweeds and grass’ scraps.<br /><br /><br /> Facing the sun, for a long time, <br />he remained squatting, <br />the open and panting Book on his knees.<br /><br /><br />For a long time.<br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br />When the sun had drawn the smallest drop from the Book,<br />when the wind had blown the slightest grain of salt, <br />then, the Book whispered in its crumpled paper tongue : </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée ce dimanche 15 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">«I am an old Book. I am an old and exhausted picture Book,<br />smoothed by so many hands that the colors are flaking off<br />and are leaving on your fingertips silver dust like butterflies,<br />I am frayed by so many faces<br />that the grain of my paper is crumbling away <br />like the sand of your desert. <br /><br /><br />You will be the one, child of the dunes,<br />the one who will turn my last page.<br /><br />Come with me, I shall take you along in the leafy forest of my pictures.<br /><br />Come ...» <br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée lundi 16 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <br />And the child turned the first page... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />«Did you see, I showed you the city.<br /><br />Did you see my majestic city crowned with neon lights ? <br /><br /><br />My aluminium city <br />sparkled by electric Milky Ways.<br /><br /><br />Do you know, child of the dunes, that it is in the mirror of her iron towers <br />that the moon prefers to powder her nose ? <br /><br />In the city too, the river, like a slow grass snake, <br />falls asleep every night along the lamplights,<br />dreaming about the sea.<br /><br /><br />See ! See how graceful she is when,<br />at the first cold and mist of autumn,<br />her cathedrals are flowing the swallows. <br /><br />Look, child of the dunes, look ...» <br /> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mardi 17 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">And the child and the wind turned the second page ... <br /><br /><br /><br />«Certainly, said the child. It is true that your city is beautiful.<br />Delightful the moon in the mirrors of towers,<br />graceful the great grass snake of your spleepy river,<br />enthralling your cathedrals...<br /><br />but show me the snow.» <br /><br />whispered the child of the desert<br />with his most sweetened voice not to hurt the Book.<br /><br /><br /><br />«Wait for the time, child.»<br /><br /><br />Look beyond the dunes at the sheperdess of sources.<br /><br />The one who bears, engraved in the hollow palms,<br />the map of the rivers and the smallest brooks.<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mercredi 18 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">She draws fresh water tears from every gypsum flower.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">She makes gush springs under every thorn bush and dry tree.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">And when she opens, at night, her vague coat of waves,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">shoals of salmons pink and rainbow trouts</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">are flowing under the stars.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Come. Put your steps in my steps.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">If you look carefully in the flaques of your traces,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">you might see, if you lean over a bit,</span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">the great white whales...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Look !» </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">And the child, the wind and the lizard of the sand </span><br /><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">turned the third page ... </span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><br /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #808080;"><span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">(</span>to be continued<span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">)</span></span> </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: medium;">LE LIVRE ÉPUISÉ :</span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #ef9a61;">(livre anciennement publié aux Ed. Ipomée-Albin Michel) </span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Éreinté d’ouragans, tout empesé de sel et de ciel,<br /> il se laissa tomber à l’aube comme un oiseau de pierre,<br /> harassé de voyages, trempé de nuages.<br /> <br /> C’est son ombre qui réveilla l’enfant, son ombre<br /> comme une étoile sombre filant sur ses paupières.<br /> <br /> Et c’est au bruit de sa chute derrière les dunes<br /> que l’enfant se leva à contre-jour puis marcha<br /> contre le vent vers le désert.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Le livre épuisé gisait, là, parmi les ondes de sable<br />provoquées par le choc.<br /><br />L’enfant le souleva avec peine tant ses pages étaient lourdes d’eau,<br />de sel, de coquillages, de lambeaux d’algues et d’herbes.<br /><br />Il resta accroupi longtemps, le livre ouvert et pantelant<br />posé sur ses genoux, face au soleil.<br />Longtemps.<br /><br />Quand le soleil eut fini de boire l’eau du livre,<br />quand le vent eut léché chaque grain de sel,<br />le livre dans sa langue de papier froissé chuchota :<br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">« Je suis un livre vieux, un vieux livre d’images fatigué,<br />lissé par tant de mains que mes couleurs s’écaillent<br />et laissent sur le bout de vos doigts des paillettes de papillons,<br />usé par tant de visages que les grains de mon papier s’effritent<br />comme le sable de ton désert.<br /><br />C’est toi, Enfant des dunes, c’est toi qui tourneras ma dernière page.<br /><br />Viens, je t’emmène dans la forêt feuillue de mes images.<br /><br />Viens… »<br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">Et l’enfant tourna la première page…<br /><br /><br /><br />Tu as vu, je t’ai montré la ville.<br /><br />Tu as vu comme elle est belle, ma ville couronnée de néons,<br />ma ville illuminée d’électriques voies lactées.<br /><br />Sais-tu, Enfant des sables, que c’est dans le miroir <br />de ses tours d’acier que la lune préfère<br />se repoudrer le nez ?<br /><br />C’est dans cette ville aussi que chaque nuit<br />le fleuve comme une grande couleuvre s’endort<br />le long des réverbères en rêvant à la mer.<br /><br /><br />Vois, vois comme elle est belle quand aux premiers froids,<br /> aux premières brumes d’automne,<br />ses cathédrales suivent les hirondelles.<br /><br />Regarde, Enfant des dunes, regarde… » <br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Et l’enfant et le vent tournèrent la deuxième page…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Vrai, dit l’enfant ... C’est vrai, ta ville est belle.<br />Belle la lune dans le miroir des tours.<br />Belle la grande couleuvre de ton fleuve endormi.<br />Belles tes cathédrales.<br /><br />Mais, murmura l’enfant du désert de sa plus douce voix<br />pour ne pas froisser le livre,<br />montre-moi la neige. »<br /><br /><br /><br />« Attends le temps, Enfant.<br /><br />Regarde au loin des dunes la bergère des sources.<br /><br />Celle qui porte gravée dans le creux de ses paumes<br />la carte des rivières et du moindre ruisseau.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> Elle tire des larmes d’eau douce à toutes les roses des sables.<br />Elle fait jaillir des sources sous chaque buisson d’épines, <br />chaque arbre sec.<br /><br />Et quand elle ouvre, le soir, son vague manteau de vagues,<br />il coule sous les étoiles des bancs de saumons roses<br /> et des truites arc-en-ciel.<br /><br />Viens. Mets tes pas dans ses pas.<br />Si tu regardes bien dans les flaques de ses traces,<br />Tu peux voir passer, en te penchant un peu,<br />Les grandes baleines blanches…<br /><br />Regarde ! »<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Et l’enfant et le vent et le lézard des sables <br />tournèrent la troisième page…<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><br /> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><img id="media-798462" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/2403531308.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook | facebook" /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">. </span></span></span></span></span></span>à suivre </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation (6)
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-06-18:3008705
2014-06-18T10:13:00+02:00
2014-06-18T10:13:00+02:00
THE BUSHED BOOK (temporarily...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-807066" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/01/4087243141.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">THE BUSHED BOOK</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> (temporarily title)</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><br /> Shattered by storms, starched with salt and spray<br /> it plopped itself down at dawn like a bird of stone<br /> weary with travels, heavy wit<span class="text_exposed_show">h clouds.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow woke up the child, <br /> a shadow looking like a dark star.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> And by the sound of its fall over the dunes<br /> the child got up against the sunlight<br /> and walked into the wind towards the desert. </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée samedi 14 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">The blushed Book lied down, right there<br />among the waves of sand created/caused by the crash <br /><br /><br />The child lifted it up with difficulty,<br />so heavy its pages with water, salt, shells, <br />with seaweeds and grass’ scraps.<br /><br /><br /> Facing the sun, for a long time, <br />he remained squatting, <br />the open and panting Book on his knees.<br /><br /><br />For a long time.<br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br />When the sun had drawn the smallest drop from the Book,<br />when the wind had blown the slightest grain of salt, <br />then, the Book whispered in its crumpled paper tongue : </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée ce dimanche 15 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">«I am an old Book. I am an old and exhausted picture Book,<br />smoothed by so many hands that the colors are flaking off<br />and are leaving on your fingertips silver dust like butterflies,<br />I am frayed by so many faces<br />that the grain of my paper is crumbling away <br />like the sand of your desert. <br /><br /><br />You will be the one, child of the dunes,<br />the one who will turn my last page.<br /><br />Come with me, I shall take you along in the leafy forest of my pictures.<br /><br />Come ...» <br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée lundi 16 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <br />And the child turned the first page... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />«Did you see, I showed you the city.<br /><br />Did you see my majestic city crowned with neon lights ? <br /><br /><br />My aluminium city <br />sparkled by electric Milky Ways.<br /><br /><br />Do you know, child of the dunes, that it is in the mirror of her iron towers <br />that the moon prefers to powder her nose ? <br /><br />In the city too, the river, like a slow grass snake, <br />falls asleep every night along the lamplights,<br />dreaming about the sea.<br /><br /><br />See ! See how graceful she is when,<br />at the first cold and mist of autumn,<br />her cathedrals are flowing the swallows. <br /><br />Look, child of the dunes, look ...» <br /> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée mardi 17 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">And the child and the wind turned the second page ... <br /><br /><br /><br />«Certainly, said the child. It is true that your city is beautiful.<br />Delightful the moon in the mirrors of towers,<br />graceful the great grass snake of your spleepy river,<br />enthralling your cathedrals...<br /><br />but show me the snow.» <br /><br />whispered the child of the desert<br />with his most sweetened voice not to hurt the Book.<br /><br /><br /><br />«Wait for the time, child.»<br /><br /><br />Look beyond the dunes at the sheperdess of sources.<br /><br />The one who bears, engraved in the hollow palms,<br />the map of the rivers and the smallest brooks.<br /><br /><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><br /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #808080;"><span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">(</span>to be continued<span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">)</span></span> </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: medium;">LE LIVRE ÉPUISÉ :</span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #ef9a61;">(livre anciennement publié aux Ed. Ipomée-Albin Michel) </span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Éreinté d’ouragans, tout empesé de sel et de ciel,<br /> il se laissa tomber à l’aube comme un oiseau de pierre,<br /> harassé de voyages, trempé de nuages.<br /> <br /> C’est son ombre qui réveilla l’enfant, son ombre<br /> comme une étoile sombre filant sur ses paupières.<br /> <br /> Et c’est au bruit de sa chute derrière les dunes<br /> que l’enfant se leva à contre-jour puis marcha<br /> contre le vent vers le désert.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Le livre épuisé gisait, là, parmi les ondes de sable<br />provoquées par le choc.<br /><br />L’enfant le souleva avec peine tant ses pages étaient lourdes d’eau,<br />de sel, de coquillages, de lambeaux d’algues et d’herbes.<br /><br />Il resta accroupi longtemps, le livre ouvert et pantelant<br />posé sur ses genoux, face au soleil.<br />Longtemps.<br /><br />Quand le soleil eut fini de boire l’eau du livre,<br />quand le vent eut léché chaque grain de sel,<br />le livre dans sa langue de papier froissé chuchota :<br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">« Je suis un livre vieux, un vieux livre d’images fatigué,<br />lissé par tant de mains que mes couleurs s’écaillent<br />et laissent sur le bout de vos doigts des paillettes de papillons,<br />usé par tant de visages que les grains de mon papier s’effritent<br />comme le sable de ton désert.<br /><br />C’est toi, Enfant des dunes, c’est toi qui tourneras ma dernière page.<br /><br />Viens, je t’emmène dans la forêt feuillue de mes images.<br /><br />Viens… »<br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">Et l’enfant tourna la première page…<br /><br /><br /><br />Tu as vu, je t’ai montré la ville.<br /><br />Tu as vu comme elle est belle, ma ville couronnée de néons,<br />ma ville illuminée d’électriques voies lactées.<br /><br />Sais-tu, Enfant des sables, que c’est dans le miroir <br />de ses tours d’acier que la lune préfère<br />se repoudrer le nez ?<br /><br />C’est dans cette ville aussi que chaque nuit<br />le fleuve comme une grande couleuvre s’endort<br />le long des réverbères en rêvant à la mer.<br /><br /><br />Vois, vois comme elle est belle quand aux premiers froids,<br /> aux premières brumes d’automne,<br />ses cathédrales suivent les hirondelles.<br /><br />Regarde, Enfant des dunes, regarde… » <br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Et l’enfant et le vent tournèrent la deuxième page…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Vrai, dit l’enfant ... C’est vrai, ta ville est belle.<br />Belle la lune dans le miroir des tours.<br />Belle la grande couleuvre de ton fleuve endormi.<br />Belles tes cathédrales.<br /><br />Mais, murmura l’enfant du désert de sa plus douce voix<br />pour ne pas froisser le livre,<br />montre-moi la neige. »<br /><br /><br /><br />« Attends le temps, Enfant.<br /><br />Regarde au loin des dunes la bergère des sources.<br /><br />Celle qui porte gravée dans le creux de ses paumes<br />la carte des rivières et du moindre ruisseau.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><br /> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><img id="media-798462" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/2403531308.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook | facebook" /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">. </span></span></span></span></span></span>à suivre </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation (5)
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-06-17:3008611
2014-06-17T09:29:00+02:00
2014-06-17T09:29:00+02:00
THE BUSHED BOOK ...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-806856" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/01/2148385671.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel,book, | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">THE BUSHED BOOK</span> </span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;">(temporarily title)</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><br /> Shattered by storms, starched with salt and spray<br /> it plopped itself down at dawn like a bird of stone<br /> weary with travels, heavy wit<span class="text_exposed_show">h clouds.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow woke up the child, <br /> a shadow looking like a dark star.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> And by the sound of its fall over the dunes<br /> the child got up against the sunlight<br /> and walked into the wind towards the desert. </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée samedi 14 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">The blushed Book lied down, right there<br />among the waves of sand created/caused by the crash <br /><br /><br />The child lifted it up with difficulty,<br />so heavy its pages with water, salt, shells, <br />with seaweeds and grass’ scraps.<br /><br /><br /> Facing the sun, for a long time, <br />he remained squatting, <br />the open and panting Book on his knees.<br /><br /><br />For a long time.<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br />When the sun had drawn the smallest drop from the Book,<br />when the wind had blown the slightest grain of salt, <br />then, the Book whispered in its crumpled paper tongue : </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée ce dimanche 15 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">«I am an old Book. I am an old and exhausted picture Book,<br />smoothed by so many hands that the colors are flaking off<br />and are leaving on your fingertips silver dust like butterflies,<br />I am frayed by so many faces<br />that the grain of my paper is crumbling away <br />like the sand of your desert. <br /><br /><br />You will be the one, child of the dunes,<br />the one who will turn my last page.<br /><br />Come with me, I shall take you along in the leafy forest of my pictures.<br /><br />Come ...» <br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée lundi 16 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br />And the child turned the first page... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />«Did you see, I showed you the city.<br /><br />Did you see my majestic city crowned with neon lights ? <br /><br /><br />My aluminium city <br />sparkled by electric Milky Ways.<br /><br /><br />Do you know, child of the dunes, that it is in the mirror of her iron towers <br />that the moon prefers to powder her nose ? <br /><br />In the city too, the river, like a slow grass snake, <br />falls asleep every night along the lamplights,<br />dreaming about the sea.<br /><br /><br />See ! See how graceful she is when,<br />at the first cold and mist of autumn,<br />her cathedrals are flowing the swallows. <br /><br />Look, child of the dunes, look ...» <br /><br /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #808080;"><span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">(</span>to be continued<span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">)</span></span> </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD<br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: medium;">LE LIVRE ÉPUISÉ :</span> </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ef9a61;">(livre anciennement publié aux Ed. Ipomée-Albin Michel) </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Éreinté d’ouragans, tout empesé de sel et de ciel,<br /> il se laissa tomber à l’aube comme un oiseau de pierre,<br /> harassé de voyages, trempé de nuages.<br /> <br /> C’est son ombre qui réveilla l’enfant, son ombre<br /> comme une étoile sombre filant sur ses paupières.<br /> <br /> Et c’est au bruit de sa chute derrière les dunes<br /> que l’enfant se leva à contre-jour puis marcha<br /> contre le vent vers le désert.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Le livre épuisé gisait, là, parmi les ondes de sable<br />provoquées par le choc.<br /><br />L’enfant le souleva avec peine tant ses pages étaient lourdes d’eau,<br />de sel, de coquillages, de lambeaux d’algues et d’herbes.<br /><br />Il resta accroupi longtemps, le livre ouvert et pantelant<br />posé sur ses genoux, face au soleil.<br />Longtemps.<br /><br />Quand le soleil eut fini de boire l’eau du livre,<br />quand le vent eut léché chaque grain de sel,<br />le livre dans sa langue de papier froissé chuchota :<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">« Je suis un livre vieux, un vieux livre d’images fatigué,<br />lissé par tant de mains que mes couleurs s’écaillent<br />et laissent sur le bout de vos doigts des paillettes de papillons,<br />usé par tant de visages que les grains de mon papier s’effritent<br />comme le sable de ton désert.<br /><br />C’est toi, enfant des dunes, c’est toi qui tourneras ma dernière page.<br /><br />Viens, je t’emmène dans la forêt feuillue de mes images.<br /><br />Viens… »<br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Et l’enfant tourna la première page…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tu as vu, je t’ai montré la ville.<br /><br />Tu as vu comme elle est belle, ma ville couronnée de néons,<br />ma ville illuminée d’électriques voies lactées.<br /><br />Sais-tu, enfant des sables, que c’est dans le miroir <br />de ses tours d’acier que la lune préfère<br />se repoudrer le nez ?<br /><br />C’est dans cette ville aussi que chaque nuit<br />le fleuve comme une grande couleuvre s’endort<br />le long des réverbères en rêvant à la mer.<br /><br /><br />Vois, vois comme elle est belle quand aux premiers froids,<br /> aux premières brumes d’automne,<br />ses cathédrales suivent les hirondelles.<br /><br />Regarde, enfant des dunes, regarde… » <br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><img id="media-798462" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/2403531308.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook | facebook" /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">. </span></span></span></span></span></span>à suivre </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ffffff; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation (4)
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-06-16:3008510
2014-06-16T09:56:00+02:00
2014-06-16T09:56:00+02:00
THE BUSHED BOOK (temporarily title) ...
<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-806718" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/02/699533703.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">THE BUSHED BOOK</span> </span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;">(temporarily title)</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><br /> Shattered by storms, starched with salt and spray<br /> it plopped itself down at dawn like a bird of stone<br /> weary with travels, heavy wit<span class="text_exposed_show">h clouds.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow woke up the child, <br /> a shadow looking like a dark star.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> And by the sound of its fall over the dunes<br /> the child got up against the sunlight<br /> and walked into the wind towards the desert. </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée ce samedi 14 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">The blushed Book lied down, right there<br />among the waves of sand created/caused by the crash <br /><br /><br />The child lifted it up with difficulty,<br />so heavy its pages with water, salt, shells, <br />with seaweeds and grass’ scraps.<br /><br /><br /> Facing the sun, for a long time, <br />he remained squatting, <br />the open and panting Book on his knees.<br /><br /><br />For a long time.<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br />When the sun had drawn the smallest drop from the Book,<br />when the wind had blown the slightest grain of salt, <br />then, the Book whispered in its crumpled paper tongue : </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée ce dimanche 15 juin 2014 )</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">«I am an old Book. I am an old and exhausted picture Book,<br />smoothed by so many hands that the colors are flaking off<br />and are leaving on your fingertips silver dust like butterflies,<br />I am frayed by so many faces<br />that the grain of my paper is crumbling away <br />like the sand of your desert. <br /><br /><br />You will be the one, child of the dunes,<br />the one who will turn my last page.<br /><br />Come with me, I shall take you along in the leafy forest of my pictures.<br /><br />Come ...» <br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #808080;"><span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">(</span>to be continued<span style="font-size: medium; color: #ef9a61;">)</span></span> </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD<br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ef9a61;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: medium;">LE LIVRE ÉPUISÉ :</span> </span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ef9a61;">(livre anciennement publié aux Ed. Ipomée-Albin Michel) </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Éreinté d’ouragans, tout empesé de sel et de ciel,<br /> il se laissa tomber à l’aube comme un oiseau de pierre,<br /> harassé de voyages, trempé de nuages.<br /> <br /> C’est son ombre qui réveilla l’enfant, son ombre<br /> comme une étoile sombre filant sur ses paupières.<br /> <br /> Et c’est au bruit de sa chute derrière les dunes<br /> que l’enfant se leva à contre-jour puis marcha<br /> contre le vent vers le désert.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Le livre épuisé gisait, là, parmi les ondes de sable<br />provoquées par le choc.<br /><br />L’enfant le souleva avec peine tant ses pages étaient lourdes d’eau,<br />de sel, de coquillages, de lambeaux d’algues et d’herbes.<br /><br />Il resta accroupi longtemps, le livre ouvert et pantelant<br />posé sur ses genoux, face au soleil.<br />Longtemps.<br /><br />Quand le soleil eut fini de boire l’eau du livre,<br />quand le vent eut léché chaque grain de sel,<br />le livre dans sa langue de papier froissé chuchota :<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">« Je suis un livre vieux, un vieux livre d’images fatigué,<br />lissé par tant de mains que mes couleurs s’écaillent<br />et laissent sur le bout de vos doigts des paillettes de papillons,<br />usé par tant de visages que les grains de mon papier s’effritent<br />comme le sable de ton désert.<br /><br />C’est toi, enfant des dunes, c’est toi qui tourneras ma dernière page.<br /><br />Viens, je t’emmène dans la forêt feuillue de mes images.<br /><br />Viens… »<br /><br /></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><img id="media-798462" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/2403531308.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook | facebook" /></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ef9a61;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">. </span></span></span></span></span></span>à suivre </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ef9a61; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation (3)
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-06-14:3008385
2014-06-14T18:57:00+02:00
2014-06-14T18:57:00+02:00
( 1er mai 2014 : Début de mon travail de traduction IN...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-806515" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/396544395.jpg" alt="frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, | Facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #c02a16;">( 1er mai 2014 : Début de mon travail de traduction IN ENGLISH de mon "LIVRE ÉPUISÉ", anciennement édité aux Ed. Ipomée-Albin Michel, droits appartenant maintenant à Frédéric Clément, texte déposé à la SACD )</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">THE BUSHED BOOK</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;">(temporarily title)</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><br /> Shattered by storms, starched with salt and spray<br /> it plopped itself down at dawn like a bird of stone<br /> weary with travels, heavy wit<span class="text_exposed_show">h clouds.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow woke up the child, <br /> a shadow looking like a dark star.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> And by the sound of its fall over the dunes<br /> the child got up against the sunlight<br /> and walked into the wind towards the desert. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #c02a16;"><span class="text_exposed_show">( ci dessous, suite de la traduction travaillée ce samedi 14 juin 2014 )</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">The blushed Book lied down, right there<br />among the waves of sand created/caused by the crash <br /><br /><br />The child lifted it up with difficulty,<br />so heavy its pages with water, salt, shells, <br />with seaweeds and grass’ scraps.<br /><br /><br /> Facing the sun, for a long time, <br />he remained squatting, <br />the open and panting Book on his knees.<br /><br /><br />For a long time.<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br />When the sun had drawn the smallest drop from the Book,<br />when the wind had blown the slightest grain of salt, <br />then, the Book whispered in its crumpled paper tongue : <br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #808080;"><span style="font-size: medium; color: #c02a16;">(</span>to be continued<span style="font-size: medium; color: #c02a16;">)</span></span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: medium;">LE LIVRE ÉPUISÉ :</span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Éreinté d’ouragans, tout empesé de sel et de ciel,<br /> il se laissa tomber à l’aube comme un oiseau de pierre,<br /> harassé de voyages, trempé de nuages.<br /> <br /> C’est son ombre qui réveilla l’enfant, son ombre<br /> comme une étoile sombre filant sur ses paupières.<br /> <br /> Et c’est au bruit de sa chute derrière les dunes<br /> que l’enfant se leva à contre-jour puis marcha<br /> contre le vent vers le désert.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Le livre épuisé gisait, là, parmi les ondes de sable<br />provoquées par le choc.<br /><br />L’enfant le souleva avec peine tant ses pages étaient lourdes d’eau,<br />de sel, de coquillages, de lambeaux d’algues et d’herbes.<br /><br />Il resta accroupi longtemps, le livre ouvert et pantelant<br />posé sur ses genoux, face au soleil.<br />Longtemps.<br /><br />Quand le soleil eut fini de boire l’eau du livre,<br />quand le vent eut léché chaque grain de sel,<br />le livre dans sa langue de papier froissé chuchota :<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><img id="media-798462" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/2403531308.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook | facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement, texte déposé à la SACD</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">. </span></span></span></span></span></span>à suivre </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ff0000; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation (2)
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-05-01:3003569
2014-05-01T10:53:00+02:00
2014-05-01T10:53:00+02:00
1er mai : Suite de mon essai de traduction IN ENGLISH de...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-798463" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/01/515291225.jpg" alt="frédéric clément,frederic clement,livres,grains de beauté,lubie,fleurs,vanités,paris musée,chat,chapeau,chihiro,paradisier,ovo,cabinet curiosités,ange,naples,napoli,chapelier,plumes,chapellerie,paradis,cirque,circus,botanique,magasin zinzin,jardin,tuileries,fleur,vanité,cabinet de curiosités,breughel,brueghel,paris,ravel,maurice ravel,facebook | facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">1er mai : Suite de mon essai de traduction IN ENGLISH de mon "LIVRE ÉPUISÉ", </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;">THE BUSHED BOOK</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(?) </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><br /> Shattered by storms, very starched with salt and spray<br /> it plopped itself down at dawn like a bird of stone<br /> weary with travels, heavy wit<span class="text_exposed_show">h clouds.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow woke up the child, <br /> a shadow looking like a dark star.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /> And by the sound of its fall over the dunes<br /> the child got up against the sunlight<br /> and walked into the wind towards the desert. <br /> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright © Frederic Clement</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: medium;">LE LIVRE ÉPUISÉ :</span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Éreinté d’ouragans, tout empesé de sel et de ciel,<br /> il se laissa tomber à l’aube comme un oiseau de pierre,<br /> harassé de voyages, trempé de nuages.<br /> <br /> C’est son ombre qui réveilla l’enfant, son ombre<br /> comme une étoile sombre filant sur ses paupières.<br /> <br /> Et c’est au bruit de sa chute derrière les dunes<br /> que l’enfant se leva à contre-jour puis marcha<br /> contre le vent vers le désert.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><img id="media-798462" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/02/2403531308.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook | facebook" /></p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"> </p><p style="text-align: center; padding-left: 30px;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Copyright <span style="color: #333333;">©</span> Frederic Clement</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="userContent" style="color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">. </span></span></span></span></span></span>à suivre </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="color: #ff0000; font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ff0000;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: xx-large; color: #ffffff;"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></p>
frédéric clément
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”Le Livre Épuisé” : English translation ...
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-04-30:3003506
2014-04-30T09:58:00+02:00
2014-04-30T09:58:00+02:00
Pour m'évader de mes cartons et autres...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-798317" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/01/3683153714.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook " /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="userContent">Pour m'évader de mes cartons et autres tâches matérielles pour mon déménagement, je m'amuse à un essai de traduction IN ENGLISH de mon "LIVRE ÉPUISÉ" : </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">LE LIVRE ÉPUISÉ</span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Ereinté d’ouragans, tout empesé de sel et de ciel,<br /> il se laissa tomber à l’aube comme un oiseau de pierre,<br /> harassé de voyages, trempé de nuages.<br /> <br /> C’est son ombre qui réveilla l’enfant, son ombre<br /> comme une étoile sombre filant sur ses paupières.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"><strong>The BUSHED BOOK</strong></span> (?) : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"> "Shattered by storms, very starched with salt and spray,<br /> it plopped itself down at dawn like a b<span class="text_exposed_show">ird of stone,<br /> weary with travels, heavy with clouds.<br /> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Flying upon his eyelids, its shadow wokes up the child, <br /> a shadow looking like a dark star." <br /> <br /> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">...</span></span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">..</span></span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">(à suivre)</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffffff;"><strong><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">.</span></span></strong></span></p>
frédéric clément
http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/about.html
... Clément migrateur !
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-04-22:3002725
2014-04-22T18:13:00+02:00
2014-04-22T18:13:00+02:00
... ... Printemps dans les cartons, les caisses, les...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-797053" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/02/01/541064900.jpg" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, miniature, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, chat, chapeau, paradisier, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook | facebook " /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">... Printemps dans les cartons, les caisses, les malles et les valises :</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">le Marchand de couleurs déménage !</span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: small;"> Le prochain atelier, la "<strong>Salle des Machines & des Machins</strong>" n°2"<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><strong><span class="userContent"><span style="color: #33cccc;">+</span> </span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: small;">la Cabine (l'habitacle) seront prêts pour fin mai ou mi-juin ...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><strong><span class="userContent"><span style="color: #33cccc;">+</span></span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: small;">Il est aussi dans l'air d'ouvrir, sur ces mêmes lieux, une <strong>galerie</strong> pour les yeux curieux, les aventureux, à l'occasion aussi "contoir" pour oreilles attentives ... Ce lieu s'appellera : </span> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a title="La Cachotterie" href="http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/">http://lacachotterie-fredericlement.blogspirit.com/</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; color: #33cccc;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;">...</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d'autres nouvelles bientôt...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; color: #33cccc;">. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
frédéric clément
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2 Rendez-vous cléments : à Cachan et au Salon du Livre de Paris
tag:fredericlement.blogspirit.com,2014-03-20:2998592
2014-03-20T10:58:00+01:00
2014-03-20T10:58:00+01:00
. . . MONSIEUR RAVEL sous les lampes...
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #339966;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-789987" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://fredericlement.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/1851203470.JPG" alt=" frédéric clément, frederic clement, livres, grains de beauté, lubie, fleurs, vanités, paris musée, chat, chapeau, chihiro, paradisier, ovo, cabinet curiosités, ange, naples, napoli, chapelier, plumes, chapellerie, paradis, cirque, circus, botanique, magasin zinzin, jardin, tuileries, fleur, vanité, cabinet de curiosités, breughel, brueghel, paris, ravel, maurice ravel, facebook " /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"><strong>MONSIEUR RAVEL</strong></span> sous les lampes </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">de la librairie <strong> CHRONIQUES</strong> à CACHAN (Val de Marne), rue Guichard : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">Une rencontre-signature <strong>SAMEDI 22 mars à partir de 16h ... </strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #339966;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"> Un <strong>2e temps clément</strong> sera au <strong>SALON DU LIVRE DE PARIS</strong> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">sur le stand de <strong><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/DIDIER-JEUNESSE/293907382299" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=293907382299&extragetparams=%7B%22directed_target_id%22%3A0%7D">DIDIER JEUNESSE</a> </strong></span><span style="color: #339966; font-size: small;"><strong><span class="userContent">K58</span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span class="userContent"> lundi 24 mars de 14h à 16h ...</span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #339966;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #339966;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; color: #339966;">.</span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; color: #ffffff;">.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>