{"id":154,"date":"2022-03-09T13:32:16","date_gmt":"2022-03-09T12:32:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/?p=154"},"modified":"2022-12-05T17:32:38","modified_gmt":"2022-12-05T16:32:38","slug":"qui-suis-je","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/?p=154","title":{"rendered":"Qui suis-je ?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-vivid-red-color has-text-color\"><strong>Je suis n\u00e9e un mardi de pluvi\u00f4se azur\u00e9<br>Dans la ville nouvelle d&rsquo;Auguste Perret,<br>Sur les hauteurs du quartier chic de Sainte-Adresse,<br>L\u00e0 o\u00f9 l&rsquo;\u00e9l\u00e9gant Pain de Sucre blanc se dresse.<br>P\u00e8re et m\u00e8re naviguent \u00e0 contre-mar\u00e9e,<br>Promesse \u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8re, voilure d\u00e9chir\u00e9e.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/23-Mai-1950-mere-et-filles.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-150\" width=\"649\" height=\"440\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/23-Mai-1950-mere-et-filles.png 903w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/23-Mai-1950-mere-et-filles-300x204.png 300w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/23-Mai-1950-mere-et-filles-768x521.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 649px) 100vw, 649px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Mai 1950 m\u00e8re et filles Le Havre<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-vivid-red-color has-text-color\"><strong>Leur d\u00e9samour est terrible en haine, en vengeance,<br>Pas de piti\u00e9, pas d&rsquo;\u00e9tat d&rsquo;\u00e2me pour l&rsquo;enfance.<br>Trois filles au centre du minable fiasco<br>Grandiront sous les crieries enfl\u00e9es par l&rsquo;\u00e9cho.<br>Porte-d\u00e9tresse, porte-peine sans d\u00e9fense,<br>Porte-haine ran\u00e7onn\u00e9es pour venger l&rsquo;offense.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-vivid-red-color has-text-color\"><strong>Je suis la troisi\u00e8me, bouquet de leur passion<br>Ou fruit de leur plaisir, ou gain de l&rsquo;impulsion,<br>Qui le saurait&nbsp;? M\u00e9d\u00e9e sous notre toit s&rsquo;installe.<br>La machine est huil\u00e9e, la man\u0153uvre brutale,<br>Les effets destructeurs en toute discr\u00e9tion<br>Pour laver l&rsquo;outrage. Cruelle punition.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/24-Canova-1024x731.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-151\" width=\"649\" height=\"461\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Carte postale du sculpteur peintre Antonio Canova<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-vivid-red-color has-text-color\"><strong>Abattre le coupable et sa prog\u00e9niture,<br>Tel est le but de M\u00e9d\u00e9e pour sa forfaiture.<br>Ah&nbsp;! que les mots \u201cfroid\u201d et \u201cpeur\u201d me sont familiers&nbsp;!<br>Du r\u00e9veil au coucher, ces syllabes alli\u00e9es<br>De mon \u00eatre bris\u00e9 sont l\u2019\u00e2pre signature,<br>Une sourde entrave \u00e0 ma conduite future.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-vivid-red-color has-text-color\"><strong>J&rsquo;ai \u00e9volu\u00e9 sur des fondations en carton,<br>Otage de la ranc\u0153ur, choy\u00e9e au b\u00e2ton,<br>Sans escorte aimante, sans amour ni rep\u00e8re,<br>Sans la chance d\u2019explorer l\u2019image du p\u00e8re,<br>Sans ressentiment malgr\u00e9 l&rsquo;indigne abandon.<br>Au parent bourreau, j&rsquo;ai accord\u00e9 le pardon.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-vivid-red-color has-text-color\"><strong>Dans le berceau de la luxueuse Champagne,<br>La baraka comme par magie m&rsquo;accompagne.<br>Mari\u00e9e, deux tr\u00e9sors, j&rsquo;ai \u00e9difi\u00e9 mon cocon,<br>Possiblement aussi fragile qu&rsquo;un flocon,<br>\u00c0 l&rsquo;abri de la machiav\u00e9lique chicane.<br>Le tr\u00e8fle \u00e0 quatre feuilles jamais ne se fane.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/25-Automne-1981-Les-vignes-665x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-152\" width=\"417\" height=\"642\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/25-Automne-1981-Les-vignes-665x1024.jpg 665w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/25-Automne-1981-Les-vignes-195x300.jpg 195w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/25-Automne-1981-Les-vignes-768x1182.jpg 768w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/25-Automne-1981-Les-vignes-998x1536.jpg 998w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/25-Automne-1981-Les-vignes-920x1416.jpg 920w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/25-Automne-1981-Les-vignes.jpg 1060w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 417px) 100vw, 417px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">La vigne sur les coteaux de la Montagne de Reims<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-vivid-red-color has-text-color\"><strong>Confiants, mes ph\u00e9nix se sont envol\u00e9s du nid,<br>Solides, \u00e9quilibr\u00e9s, l&rsquo;odyss\u00e9e b\u00e9nie<br>Par des parents fiers de la t\u00e2che hasardeuse<br>Alt\u00e9r\u00e9e par une jeunesse cahoteuse,<br>Fiers de l&rsquo;aventure men\u00e9e dans l\u2019harmonie,<br>Qui les suivent avec une soif infinie.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-vivid-red-color has-text-color\"><strong>Ma mission accomplie, je transporte ma chaise<br>Sur la dune. Sous mon chapeau de paille, \u00e0 l&rsquo;aise,<br>Je vagabonde mollement dans ma pens\u00e9e,<br>Par le murmure des vaguelettes berc\u00e9e.<br>L&rsquo;onde fr\u00e9missante sous la brise m&rsquo;apaise,<br>Douce nonchalance en presqu&rsquo;\u00eele gu\u00e9randaise.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/26-Octobre-2019-Piriac-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-153\" width=\"458\" height=\"610\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/26-Octobre-2019-Piriac-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/26-Octobre-2019-Piriac-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/26-Octobre-2019-Piriac-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/26-Octobre-2019-Piriac-1536x2048.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/26-Octobre-2019-Piriac-920x1227.jpg 920w, https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/26-Octobre-2019-Piriac-scaled.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 458px) 100vw, 458px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Autour de Piriac-sur-Mer<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Je suis n\u00e9e un mardi de pluvi\u00f4se azur\u00e9Dans la ville nouvelle d&rsquo;Auguste Perret,Sur les hauteurs du&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-154","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-couleurs-interieures"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/154","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=154"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/154\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":440,"href":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/154\/revisions\/440"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=154"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=154"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sylviehippolyte.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=154"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}