{"id":2465,"date":"2017-05-31T08:59:59","date_gmt":"2017-05-31T08:59:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fdrt.net\/wordpress\/?p=2465"},"modified":"2025-06-09T13:43:19","modified_gmt":"2025-06-09T13:43:19","slug":"pensees-vagabondes-55-les-larmes-de-dieu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/?p=2465","title":{"rendered":"Pens\u00e9es vagabondes&#8230; 55. Les larmes de Dieu"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Un jour, je d\u00e9terrerai mes larmes. Ce sera un jour comme aucune nuit ne fut avant lui. <!--more-->Des larmes de d\u00e9structuration massive baptiseront une logique nouvelle qui rel\u00e9guera les anciennes r\u00e8gles au rang des vanit\u00e9s qu\u2019elles r\u00e9gissent. Il ne sera plus interdit d\u2019interdire, car il est interdit d\u2019autoriser : chacun devant ses actes, ses choix et ses d\u00e9cisions.<\/p>\n<p>Le jour o\u00f9 je d\u00e9terrerai mes larmes, les imp\u00e9ratifs, les conditionnels et les subjectifs seront des modes du pass\u00e9 : seul reste l\u2019essentiel. Au pied d\u2019un futur imparfait, le pass\u00e9 simple est d\u00e9compos\u00e9. Mais face \u00e0 l\u2019infini, le pr\u00e9sent garde un sens.<\/p>\n<p>Nul ne sait quel \u00e9v\u00e9nement d\u00e9terrera mes larmes, mais nul ne peut le pr\u00e9voir. Ne cherchez pas les grandes manifestations qui ne sont pas mon ordinaire, ni la parole de trop en mon nom par quelqu\u2019un que je n\u2019ai pas envoy\u00e9. Peut-\u00eatre la pri\u00e8re d\u2019un enfant, la souffrance de trop, le cri d\u2019une m\u00e8re, l\u2019indiff\u00e9rence de trop, la diff\u00e9rence de trop.<\/p>\n<p>Le jour o\u00f9 je d\u00e9terrerai mes larmes, les mots de justice ou d\u2019\u00e9galit\u00e9 n\u2019auront plus cours : seule reste la justesse.<\/p>\n<p>Le jour o\u00f9 je d\u00e9terrerai mes larmes, on enterre la rage de guerre dans les terres ni terrass\u00e9es, ni terrifi\u00e9es.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>P\/O : Philippe<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Un jour, je d\u00e9terrerai mes larmes. Ce sera un jour comme aucune nuit ne fut avant lui.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[18,142],"tags":[141],"class_list":["post-2465","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blogging","category-pensees-vagabondes","tag-pensees-vagabondes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2465","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2465"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2465\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2466,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2465\/revisions\/2466"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2465"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2465"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2465"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}