“And who by fire …”
Voilà, encore dans les brumes de l’enfance, encore forts d’envies, les pas qui scandent le chemin au rythme de la sève qui bât le long des racines, de forêts, des branches, des bourgeons.
A l’unisson du vivant, en cet automne 2020, progresser dans les pleins et déliés des paysages, des villages et visages … récolter les raisins de la colère et semer les graines d’avenir.
Laisser s’échapper les graines de ce qui vient, se laisser se métamorphoser, pour exister dans le monde qui s’éveille … qui vient ? qui doit on annoncer ?
Qui sommes nous ? qui serons nous pour exister ?
“And who by fire, who by water
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial
Who in your merry merry month of may
Who by very slow decay
And who shall I say is calling?
And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate
Who in these realms of love, who by something blunt
Who by avalanche, who by powder
Who for his greed, who for his hunger
And who shall I say is calling?
And who by brave assent, who by accident
Who in solitude, who in this mirror
Who by his lady’s command, who by his own hand
Who in mortal chains, who in power
And who shall I say is calling?”Léonard Cohen
