{"id":810,"date":"2014-06-19T23:09:57","date_gmt":"2014-06-19T21:09:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/?p=810"},"modified":"2020-03-29T14:59:17","modified_gmt":"2020-03-29T12:59:17","slug":"merci","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/?p=810","title":{"rendered":"Merci"},"content":{"rendered":"

Note in English : I’ve roughly translated this into English so my non-French speaker friends can also enjoy (well I hope…) this, but poetry is subtle and hard to transpose, especially as it’s not my native language. I hope I did it right.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Merci<\/strong> – dedicated to Austin Basis, for I was lost and I’m now living again.<\/em><\/p>\n

19-06-2014<\/em><\/p>\n

Je me souviens ce que \u00e7a fait<\/p>\n

de se sentir vivante.<\/p>\n

Je me souviens parce que tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Je me souviens que j\u2019\u00e9crivais<\/p>\n

Je me souviens que j\u2019\u00e9coutais<\/p>\n

Je me souviens parce que tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Je me souviens avoir aim\u00e9<\/p>\n

A en crever,<\/p>\n

A ne plus y voir clair,<\/p>\n

A ne plus rien comprendre.<\/p>\n

Je me souviens,<\/p>\n

tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Je me souviens avoir esp\u00e9r\u00e9,<\/p>\n

Avoir cru,<\/p>\n

\u00catre tomb\u00e9e et m\u2019\u00eatre relev\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

Je me souviens avoir cherch\u00e9,<\/p>\n

m\u2019\u00eatre perdue,<\/p>\n

puis retrouv\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

Je m\u2019en souviens, parce que tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Je me souviens des passions<\/p>\n

Qui prenaient vie sur papier,<\/p>\n

Puis la d\u00e9ception,<\/p>\n

D\u2019une vie v\u00e9cue \u00e0 moiti\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Je me souviens de tout,<\/p>\n

Parce que tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Je me souviens des couleurs \u00e9clatantes<\/p>\n

Qui masquent la tristesse,<\/p>\n

Des mots mis sur des manques<\/p>\n

d\u2019amour et de tendresse.<\/p>\n

Ces mots me reviennent,<\/p>\n

Les couleurs r\u00e9apparaissent.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mes mains \u00e9crivent toutes seules,<\/p>\n

elles n\u2019ont pas perdu le rythme.<\/p>\n

Les mots ont toujours le m\u00eame pouvoir<\/p>\n

d\u2019exposer mon \u00e2me sur la feuille,<\/p>\n

de d\u00e9voiler ces choses intimes,<\/p>\n

Ces choses que je n\u2019arrive pas \u00e0 voir.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Je me souviens de ce que \u00e7a fait<\/p>\n

de se sentir vivante.<\/p>\n

Je me souviens parce que tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Je me souviens, gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 toi,<\/p>\n

gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 tes mots et tes exp\u00e9riences.<\/p>\n

Je me souviens, je ne peux plus oublier.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Merci d\u2019avoir \u00e9crit,<\/p>\n

Ce que tu as \u00e9crit.<\/p>\n

Merci d\u2019\u00eatre<\/p>\n

Qui tu es.<\/p>\n

Merci de m\u2019avoir rappel\u00e9<\/p>\n

Qui je suis et o\u00f9 je vais.<\/p>\n

Merci.<\/p>\n

——————————<\/p>\n

I remember now\u00a0how it feels<\/p>\n

to be\u00a0alive.<\/p>\n

I remember because you reminded me.<\/p>\n

I remember that I used to be writing<\/p>\n

I remember that I used to be listening<\/p>\n

I remember because you reminded me.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I remember having loved<\/p>\n

to death<\/p>\n

To a point\u00a0I could not see<\/p>\n

To a point\u00a0I could not comprehend<\/p>\n

I remember<\/p>\n

You reminded me.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I remember that I hoped<\/p>\n

That I believed<\/p>\n

That I fell and rose again<\/p>\n

I remember I wandered<\/p>\n

Getting lost<\/p>\n

And found again.<\/p>\n

I remember because your reminded me.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I remember those passions<\/p>\n

That came to life on the paper,<\/p>\n

Then the\u00a0frustration<\/p>\n

Of a half-lived life.<\/p>\n

I remember everything,<\/p>\n

Because you reminded me.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I remember bursting colors<\/p>\n

Hiding away the sadness,<\/p>\n

Words put up on\u00a0lacks<\/p>\n

of love and tenderness.<\/p>\n

Those words are coming back<\/p>\n

The colors are showing\u00a0again.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My hands are writing alone now,<\/p>\n

they haven’t lost the rythm.<\/p>\n

The words\u00a0do still have the power<\/p>\n

To expose my soul on the sheet,<\/p>\n

To reveal intimate things,<\/p>\n

Things I cannot see.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I remember what it feels like<\/p>\n

to be alive.<\/p>\n

I remember because you reminded me.<\/p>\n

I remember thanks to you,<\/p>\n

Thanks to your words and experiences,<\/p>\n

I remember and I can’t forget it.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Thank you for writing<\/p>\n

What you wrote.<\/p>\n

Thank you for being<\/p>\n

Who you are.<\/p>\n

Thank you for reminding me<\/p>\n

Who I am and where I’m going.<\/p>\n

Thank you.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Note in English : I’ve roughly translated this into English so my non-French speaker friends can also enjoy (well I hope…) this, but poetry is subtle and hard to transpose, especially as it’s not my native language. I hope I did it right.\u00a0 Merci – dedicated to Austin Basis, for I was lost and I’m now living again. 19-06-2014 Je me souviens ce que \u00e7a fait de se sentir vivante. Je me souviens parce que tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9. Je me souviens que j\u2019\u00e9crivais Je me souviens que j\u2019\u00e9coutais Je me souviens parce que tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9.   Je me souviens avoir aim\u00e9 A en crever, A ne plus y voir clair, A ne plus rien comprendre. Je me souviens, tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9.   Je me souviens avoir esp\u00e9r\u00e9, Avoir cru, \u00catre tomb\u00e9e et m\u2019\u00eatre relev\u00e9e. Je me souviens avoir cherch\u00e9, m\u2019\u00eatre perdue, puis retrouv\u00e9e. Je m\u2019en souviens, parce que tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9.   Je me souviens des passions Qui prenaient vie sur papier, Puis la d\u00e9ception, D\u2019une vie v\u00e9cue \u00e0 moiti\u00e9. Je me souviens de tout, Parce que tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9.   Je me souviens des couleurs \u00e9clatantes Qui masquent la tristesse, Des mots mis sur des manques d\u2019amour et de tendresse. Ces mots me reviennent, Les couleurs r\u00e9apparaissent.   Mes mains \u00e9crivent toutes seules, elles n\u2019ont pas perdu le rythme. Les mots ont toujours le m\u00eame pouvoir d\u2019exposer mon \u00e2me sur la feuille, de d\u00e9voiler ces choses intimes, Ces choses que je n\u2019arrive pas \u00e0 voir.   Je me souviens de ce que \u00e7a fait de se sentir vivante. Je me souviens parce que tu me l\u2019as rappel\u00e9. Je me souviens, gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 toi, gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 tes mots et tes exp\u00e9riences. Je me souviens, je ne peux plus oublier.   Merci d\u2019avoir \u00e9crit, Ce que tu as \u00e9crit. Merci d\u2019\u00eatre Qui tu es. Merci de m\u2019avoir rappel\u00e9 Qui je suis et o\u00f9 je vais. Merci. —————————— I remember now\u00a0how it feels to be\u00a0alive. I remember because you reminded me. I remember that I used to be writing I remember that I used to be listening I remember because you reminded me.   I remember having loved to death To a point\u00a0I could not see To a point\u00a0I could not comprehend I remember You reminded me.   I remember that I hoped That I believed That I fell and rose again I remember I wandered Getting lost And found again. I remember because your reminded me.   I remember those passions That came to life on the paper, Then the\u00a0frustration Of a half-lived life. I remember everything, Because you reminded me.   I remember bursting colors Hiding away the sadness, Words put up on\u00a0lacks of love and tenderness. Those words are coming back The colors are showing\u00a0again.   My hands are writing alone now, they haven’t lost the rythm. The words\u00a0do still have the power To expose my soul on the sheet, To reveal intimate things, Things I cannot see.   I remember what it feels like to be alive. I remember because you reminded me. I remember thanks to you, Thanks to your words and experiences, I remember and I can’t forget it.   Thank you for writing What you wrote. Thank you for being Who you are. Thank you for reminding me Who I am and where I’m going. Thank you.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":900,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[9],"tags":[39],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/810"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=810"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/810\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":901,"href":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/810\/revisions\/901"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/900"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=810"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=810"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/noshamsters.be\/nienalili\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=810"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}