#niais

[hylst]

Ondes positives (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/361625826-ondes-positives?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=GeoffroyStreit Je vous présente une nouvelle fantasque volontairement un peu niaise crée pour accompagner une de mes créations musicales destinée à vous envoyer une grande bouffée d'ondes positives ! La lirez vous ? L'écouterez vous en même temps ? Donnez moi vos impressions :)

[sorrydupuis]

[avakkins-alter]

ディシア | 芹江ニ愛

[soeurdelune]

l'adaptation du comte de monte cristo est tellement emo ça me termine

(bien sûr que je vais m'en inspirer pour mes rp)

[donttpanic]

mi más sincero comentario como vocal este año, qUÉ CHUCHA ESTÁ PASANDO CON LOS DEL 2005? qué comen que están saliendo tan lindos y cutes? (μ_μ)

[solhrafn]

I kinda am into extreme music again but on a low dose regimen spread out in between some EDM, game and movie soundtracks etc.

Non sequitur but I realize more and more that I dislike the French language a lot in certain areas of mainstream artistic expression. Actually most of them. Poetry, songs, movies… sorry guys mais c’était mieux avant. All that stuff from the last 30-40 years manages to make me do is cringe. It all feels so forced and insincere.

I like my art raw and to the fucking point.

[sw5w]

Niai Fieso

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:03:08

[softtdaisy]

Heyyy congrats on the 2k 💌

I wanted to request charles leclerc with birds of a feather by billie eilish some sort of high school sweetheart thing if you could

Thank you 💞

summary. Five times Charles realized you were his soulmate; one time he told you.

words count. 2 954

song. birds of a feather by billie eolith

a/n. I really hope this is what you expected, I got inspired in a very soft and sweet way and I had a lot of fun writing it so hopefully you love it 🩷

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1. The celebration

Growing up with Charles, you always got the feeling you would spend the rest of your life with him. You couldn’t explain it. 

Sure, you didn’t want to imagine a life where you wouldn’t get to see your best friend every single day. Even if it was just for a brief phone call that lasted only two minutes. When you two started dating, it became more obvious that you wouldn’t want to have another lover than Charles. 

But more than that, it was like you two were made to be together. And the universe seemed to enjoy proving it to you with silly things. 

Charles was the first one to point it out.

The first time he noticed that you two seemed to get good news at the same moment was during his first F2 season. You followed him to Bahrain to watch the first race. Making sure to be there to celebrate when he won the sprint race for the very first time. The following Monday, you got a call from the company of your dreams asking for an interview.

The next race in Barcelona a month later, when Charles won his first feature race, the same company called back to announce they were hiring you. 

Charles didn’t say a thing. But he noticed how this kept happening every single time. And when it was something related to the both of you, you were always together to hear it. You learned you got the apartment of your dreams during a casual footing and got the adoption paper for your dog right when Charles walked through the door.

Until one day, years after his F2 season, he finally slipped it out. 

“Don’t you find it funny how we always celebrate good things happening to us at the same moment?” He asked you suddenly, having nothing to do with the precedent subject.  

Charles had invited you to a restaurant in Italy after he achieved another win at Monza. Something that happened right after your boss had praised you for something you’ve been working on for weeks now.

You laughed at the thought. “What’s your theory?” But he could tell from your look that you weren’t making fun of him but were simply amused by the situation. That was very much true, now that you thought about it. 

“I don’t know,” he started, drinking his wine. “I just guess we were meant to be.”

“Because you doubt it?”

Charles stayed silent for a second, just appreciating the view in front of him. You. You were the best view. You, always so happy by his side, you that seemed so perfectly made for him. Like two pieces of a puzzle that only worked together.

He leaned towards you, his hand moving to your face to cup your cheek. You loved how when he did that, his thumb was always caressing your skin. Every single time. A habit so natural for him. 

“Never,” he smiled before giving you the sweetest kiss. 

2. The text

“Tu te rends compte que t’es vraiment niais?” Pierre laughed at his friend.

Charles rolled his eyes at the remark. He might be a little silly or cheesy when it comes to you; he might even be proud of it. He had no reason not to be when he was so happy and in love with you.

The two have been hanging out in the hotel, looking for some calm after the qualifying day. Charles got the pole, and with Pierre in the top 3, the two have been asked absolutely everywhere. He didn’t have the time to call you.

You had a hard time following him everywhere this season but always managed to be there as much as possible in any other way. You didn’t want to make him feel less supported—even if it was something that could never cross his mind.

“Let me be in love, dude,” Charles replied with a laugh that only made Pierre laugh even harder. He put his hands up in a defensive way because he learned after all these years of seeing you together that there was something he could do to stop Charles from being a pure lover boy with you.

Charles had just hung up from a phone call with his mom, who called right when he arrived there. With the time difference, he waited for you to finish the lunch you had today. The thing was, Charles knew that if he sent you a text right when he was out of the circuit, you would have put everything aside for him. 

Sometimes you both fight about putting each other first. Most of these fights were silly; just each one of you wanted to prove you were the best at this. But you already argued about how this mustn't become toxic for either of you. You didn't want to reach a point where you loved each other so much you forgot about your own life. 

And so he waited a minute. One single minute. Before he sent his text.

“Tell me when you’re free so I can call you, honey.” 

And right when his message appeared on screen, yours did too.

“It’s over, mon amour; you can call when you want.” 

Charles’ cheek turned red at the sight.

It wasn’t the first time you both managed to send texts at the exact same time. Sometimes it made sense, like right now, because you were both waiting to call each other. But most of the time, it couldn’t be predicted. Charles could even remember how many times you both managed to send each other the sky from where you were, your food, or an “OMG, I need to tell you something!!” with a few seconds apart. 

He knew you screened most of them, finding it so funny. And he was glad that there was proof it wasn’t all in his head.

“No way, it happened again?” Pierre said, looking over at Charles' phone to see that indeed it happened again. “You two share the same brain at that point; there is no other explanation.” 

Charles got up, ready to dial your number. “I think we do, yes,” he replied with a soft smile. Because he loved the idea of being so similar. 

3. The crowd

Fratelli d'Italia was playing again in the circuit. Charles was having one of the best seasons in his career, but he would never ever get tired of hearing the Italian anthem playing. And mostly seeing the team, his friends, and his family singing it from the top of their lungs.

It hasn’t been an easy race, and multiple times, he really thought he would have to DNF. If he was in some silly romcom, he was so sure that it would have been the moment Fred would have asked you to give him some motivational words on the radio. But that wasn’t possible, and well, that was probably for the better because Charles wasn’t so sure how he would react to hearing your voice during the race.

Yet, the idea of you being in the circuit for one of the few races of the season you could come to was helpful. Sure, Charles never relied only on your presence here to do great results. But he would be lying if he said it was a plus to know that somewhere, you were there looking for him.

And that when he would win, you would be around to celebrate it with him.

The thing was, being such a massively appreciated driver, Charles didn’t really find the time to celebrate with you before going on the podium. All the mechanics ran to him; his teammate chatted with him until they both went to the podium. 

Some may have noticed he frowned during the anthem, just for one millisecond. 

Because there was one thing Charles was good at.

It was finding you in a crowd of thousands of people.

His hand was still on his heart while singing the anthem with everyone. Something you were doing too. But Charles never stopped looking at you. You were his anchor. 

When the anthem stopped, the applause started. Charles knew he had a window of only a few seconds to do what he wanted. And he took it.

“I love you,” he mouthed with a big smile on his face. You could see him on the screen. And so did the world. But it didn’t matter. 

Because this was one of his favorite moments. How the world seemed to stop. It was only you and him. 

And if Charles couldn’t really see it, he knew that you said it back. He could tell. Each one of your I love you's always went directly to his heart. And it never missed its shot. This one didn’t either.

Like in the end, your love was always meant to be directed to him in the first place. Just his was to you too. 

4. The trend

You weren’t the biggest fan of the “wag” thing. Sure, you were one. That was undeniable at that point. But since you started dating Charles before he was an F1 driver, you sometimes had a difficult time getting used to being treated like one.

The photographers who were running to get a picture of you when you arrived at the circuit, the fans asking for selfies, the edit made of you and Charles together. And that was without talking about all the comments and remarks, positive and negative, made about you. 

So most of the time, you were putting social media aside and trying to forget the world knew about you because of your couple.

But sometimes, you can't escape them. Especially when the trend was fun and you had a good time looking at it.

“Did you know we were compatible on so many levels?” you asked Charles from the bedroom. 

You were lying on your bed, wearing a too-big Ferrari merch shirt from last year that was perfect to chill—and to flirt with Charles, who could resist you even less when you were wearing his color. 

You looked up and laughed when he passed only his face through the bathroom door, his toothbrush still in his mouth. “What did you mean?” he mumbled. But he was quick to rush to the sink to rinse his mouth. 

So you waited until he sat back next to you, his head on your shoulder, to look at your phone to give him an explanation.

“The fans,” you started again, a hand falling on his naked thighs to caress his skin, “they used a trend that’s going on right now about showing how people are compatible on different levels.”

You put on a video that you saw earlier about you two. Charles watched as he saw what the fans used to prove you two were made to be together. Your astrological signs, your birth date, similar features you shared, a beauty mark you shared that you had no idea how people noticed in the first place. Some were funny; others were more serious.

But the global idea was that the whole world was convinced Charles and you were made to be together. 

One video even called you soulmate.

“At this point, I’m pretty sure we can’t break up or the universe will explode.” You laughed, watching yet another video about that.

But Charles was only looking at you. 

He was pretty sure that his universe would explode if he ever lost you.

5. The flirt

“Charles, I need you to meet someone!” he heard his agent say.

To say that Charles wasn’t that pleased to be at this party was an understatement. The season was more tiring, and he couldn’t wish for anything less than just a night of peace in his hotel room. He felt like everyone around here wanted a piece of him, and he couldn’t keep enough energy to have a chat with you these days.

He loved his job; he loved this championship, but how he wanted a break from all of this.

Yet, Charles kept a smile on his face when he turned around and saw the person his agent wanted him to meet so badly. He recognized her from god knows which campaign his sponsor did these past weeks. She was a model. 

“Nice to meet you,” he said in a very polite tone. He offered his hand, trying to keep some distance. Sadly, Charles knew that each one of his movements was analyzed, and he didn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.

He hated the moment when you weren’t there and haters started to think it was some proof you weren’t a thing anymore. Because as soon as he was pictured with anybody, especially women, they would become some love interest in a story that didn’t exist. 

It turned out it was Charles who was soon uncomfortable when the model kept his hand in hers and started to caress it. “It’s a real pleasure,” she whispered, like it was a secret.

But he didn’t want to share a secret with anyone but you.

When he moved his hand to get it free, the model groaned. Charles didn’t get it, because it would have been a very inappropriate reaction for simply releasing his hand. But then he noticed how she was rubbing her palm. “You pinched my skin with your ring.”

He looked down at his hand. And couldn’t contain the smile when he realized it wasn’t any ring that hurt her by accident. 

It was the one you offered him for your anniversary, a month ago. The last time you talked about getting engaged, you both agreed that this was too soon and you would rather wait for him to achieve his dream. So the whole wedding organization wouldn’t be impacted by the craziness of the season.

“I can marry you at 20, 30, 50, or 70; I don’t care, Charles. As long as I have you in my life forever.” You told him when you discussed it.

Yet, you loved the idea of him wearing a ring that proved he was yours. And he couldn’t blame you since he did it multiple times in the past already, always happy to spend his money on his love for you.

“Sorry,” he said in a hurry, already taking his phone in his hand to send you a text. 

Right when he sent you a “I won’t believe what just happened.” He received a “I hope your party is going well!”

You were there. All the time. Even when you weren’t. 

+1 

“Un discours, un discours!” You heard everyone sing in the room, asking your boyfriend to finally make the speech he promised he would do but still hasn’t.

You turned around to see him and watched as his cheeks turned a beautiful and very red color—how appropriate to celebrate his title with Ferrari. You put your hand on his shoulder to lean closer to him and couldn’t resist kissing his cheek, adding a new tint of red to it. But mostly, as you expected, to see him chill at your touch.

“Go ahead, mon amour; they are waiting for you.” You told him, still bringing your thumb to his skin to wipe away your lipstick. You loved teasing him, but you still weren’t the mark-your-territory type of girlfriend. “You won the championship; I’m sure you can make this speech.”

“You better be right on this one,” he laughed, still not sure he could do it. Especially not after the multiple champagne glasses he drank tonight. 

But still, Charles got up, smoothed his shirt, and put a kiss in your hair before walking to the center of the room. He gave his mother a genuine smile, but his eyes fell on you one last time. It was like the kiss you blew him at that moment went straight to his heart from the way he sighed and finally turned to his guests.

“We fucking did it, guys!” Charles said loudly in the microphone, causing everyone to scream and applaud at the memory that yes, finally, il predestinato gave Ferrari its title.

And so Charles started to thank everyone in the team, making sure to not forget a single person. Making sure everyone in this room knew how grateful he was that he had been so well looked after this past year. You watched as he took the time to look at the person he said the name to every time and how he was taking the time to say a nice word about them. 

You feel the tears growing in your eyes when he talks about his family. Reminding him of the old days back in Monaco and how far he had come to achieve his dream. 

And then you heard your name. 

“And you,” he started, landing his eyes on you. He waited a second, making sure he wasn’t the only one looking at you. Making sure the whole room knew who you were—even if it had become almost impossible for them to ignore you. “I would have never, ever, done half of this without you. Having you by my side all these years and these past months has been the biggest encouragement. I love you, mon amour.”

Everyone got up and started to applaud, you included. Because of this, most of them didn’t notice Charles open his mouth again. They missed the smile on his face, all the love that came from it, or the look he was giving you at that moment. And mostly, they missed the last sentence of his speech.

Or maybe that was his plan from the beginning. 

“You’re my soulmate.”

[depression-napping]

FFVII Ever Crisis has a Japanese-only dub right now, so just in case anyone wants to know what Vincent says during battles, I did a quick translation below. This is by no means complete or perfect, but you can get a sense for what he might say in the next installment of FFVIIR :)

Before battle

これも私の罰か

Kore mo watashi no batsu ka?

Is this also my punishment?

(OK SO I could not make out “batsu” for the longest time because he has kind of a lisp (so cute) and it sounds like he’s saying “bashhu” instead (which makes zero sense) so when I looked up the possible phonetics, “batsu” came up and I was like OF COURSE HE WOULD SAY THAT 😭)

さあ、やるか

Saa, yaru ka?

Well, shall we (do it)? (“It” being battle haha)

お出ましか

O-demashi ka?

Are you coming?

(This is likely is addressed to his teammates as in, are you going (to fight)? I’m still trying to think of a better translation…)

(Edit: He drops the last vowel in demashi so I was wondering if he maybe said o-demashou which would change the meaning to something like “shall we begin?” Still not 100% sure on this one)

フ… 面白い　Hm… interesting

Hu… Omoshiroi

(Omoshiroi can also mean “how amusing”.)

During battle

呼んだか？

Yonda ka?

You called?

(When switching to his character in battle)

こうたいだ - Fall back!

Koutai da

(Edit: 7/21: I keep going back and forth about what this means specifically, whether he is saying 後退“Fall back/retreat” or something more like 交代 “My turn”. Both sound the same in Japanese but I don’t have kanji to help here lol. Usually “my turn” is translated as 私の出番 “watashi no deban” which is what Aeris says incidentally, but deban is kind of a childish word, so this sounds like Vincent’s more formal way of saying the same thing.)

Special attack:

動くな　Ugoku na - Don’t move.

さらば　Saraba - Farewell.

受け取れ　Uketore - Take this!

じゃ、な　Jya na - Goodbye.

After Battle - Victory:

終わったな　

Owatta na

It’s over.

こんなものだ。

Konna mono da.

It’s something like that.

(I’d translate this as something punchier... Like he’s saying“No sweat” but cooler ✨)

Defeat

フ… 似合いの結末だ

Hu… Niai no ketsumatsu da

Hmph… A fitting ending.

ついに終わりか？

Tsui ni owari ka?

At last, is this the end?

(7/21: Here’s the one I was missing. This is like identical to one of his Dirge defeat lines ❤️)

If he falls in battle:

闇が近い

Yami ga chikai…

Darkness is near…

(Edit 7/21: I misheard this line the first couple of times due to battle sound effects, but I finally heard him clearly this time and it’s so perfect ❤️ haha)

If you retire from battle:

今度こそ、永遠の眠りを…

Kondo koso, eien no nemuri wo…

This time, forever will I sleep…

—-

Kinda standard stuff, but anything he says sounds so good in Suzuki-san’s voice ❤️

[clhook]

les gens me demandent h24 "alors ça fait quoi d'être mariée ?" et je pense qu'ils s'attendent à ce que je dise "oh pas grand chose de plus qu'avant" mais en fait on est ultra niais on se regarde tout le temps en se disant "ça va mon époux ?" ou "bonjour ma femme" et on met nos mains gauches devant nous l'une à côté de l'autre pour regarder nos alliances en riant bêtement et aussi je lui dis tout le temps qu'il est méga sexy avec son alliance et les gens sont limite déçus ou deg que je dise ça lol mais dsl on se kiffe c'est pour ça qu'on s'est mariés en fait

[male-spirit]

Perso Flaubert je ne peux plus...

Trop cucul la praline

À mesure que nous vivons ensemble, ce sera comme une étreinte chaque jour plus serrée, plus complète.

Flaubert

[avakkins-alter]

チャスカ | 芹江ニ愛

[lespetitspoisons]

I got 99 problems but the sea ain't one.

Minho se réveille légèrement de son demi sommeil, demi observation de Changbin lorsqu'il voit qu'ils passent le panneau de Gangneung, se redressant avec un soupir pour essayer de repérer un parking plus vide que les autres. Il espère aussi que les autres suivent toujours mais ne prends pas le temps de regarder derrière, lève plutôt le bras pour montrer une direction. "Ah, par là, non ? On ne sera pas trop loin pour porter les affaires." il propose à Changbin, se tournant à nouveau vers lui, parce que Chan sera trop occupé avec sa planche, et il ne compte pas vraiment sur les autres pour les aider, alors il vaut mieux ne pas se retrouver à trois kilomètres. Dans l'autre voiture, Chan est un peu à fleur de peau, avec Hyunjin et Félix derrière qui chuchotent beaucoup trop entre eux et Seungmin qui a passé le voyage à se battre avec lui sur la musique, mais il arrive à repérer la voiture de Changbin à nouveau, avec un soupir de soulagement. "Ah, ils sont là. Soyez prêts, je coupe la clim." il prévient derrière, haussant un sourcil lorsque Hyunjin ne réagit absolument pas, trop occupé à dessiner sur la jambe de Félix avec un sourire niais. Au moins, Seungmin se tourne vers la fenêtre et semble déjà lui chercher une place, mais il alterne entre fausses alertes et observations qui n'ont rien à voir, alors il roule des yeux et en trouve une de lui même, sortant vite de là en envoyant un message à Changbin pour le prévenir qu'ils sont sortis. "Je vous laisse gérer les sacs ?" il demande quand même à Félix en ouvrant sa porte, et escalade plutôt le côté pour décrocher sa planche, l'esprit encore occupé par Han qui ne doit pas être loin. C'est désespérant.

[a-room-of-my-own]

#oui les hommes s’en foutent#mais rassurez-vous ils se foutent aussi de tout le reste Je trouve ce que tu as dit hyper intéressant. C'est honnêtement ma thèse, de plus en plus, à mesure que j'avance dans la vie, sans que j'ai quoi que ce soit d'autre que mon expérience pour la soutenir. Je ne sais pas à quoi ça tient, mais j'ai le sentiment que nous, les hommes, les mâles humains, peu importe, ne tenons pas à la vie matérielle autant que les femmes. J'entends "tenir" au sens premier du terme. On y est moins connectés, ou on s'y connecte moins, je ne sais pas. Des religieux radicaux aux fans supposément ultra-rationalistes d'Elon Musk, par exemple, il y a toujours un gouffre de l'idéal vers le réel qui doit être franchi. L'idéal, c'est où le quotidien devrait être vécu, et le contact avec le réel est toujours difficile. C'est le moment des larmes, ou de la colère, ou, dans les pires des cas, de la destruction, j'entends la destruction entendue pour rectifier le décalage entre l'idée et le concret, ou signer un manifeste en faveur de l'idée au détriment du concret. J'ai la conviction que les hommes peuvent vivre une existence entière purement au travers de symboles et de structures esthétiques qui auront déterminé leur _histoire_. Je pense que la structure principal d'un homme, en général et pas en particulier, c'est une structure narrative. Je pense que si on sort de sa narration, il y a désarroi. Au mieux, pour lui-même, au pire, pour les autres.

Alors c’est juste mon hypothèse, mais je pense que ça a beaucoup à voir avec le fait de vouloir remplir le vide créé par l’incapacité de concevoir / d’engendrer.

D’un côté il faut contrôler les femmes et leur capacité à engendrer, de l’autre il faut créer de multiples formes de conception, voire tenter grâce à la technologie de les remplacer : par les mères porteuses puis les utérus artificiels, par la robotique, par la technologie …

Tout dans la nature rappelle que ce qui est nourricier au sens premier du terme est féminin. Plus les hommes se distancient du féminin pour essayer de trouver leur identité propre, plus ils peuvent se réfugier dans l’abstrait ou l’artificiel. Ou dans le mensonge, en racontant dans leurs mythes que les femmes ne sont que des fours, que l’âme vient de la semence masculine, que les femmes sont des hommes ratés etc…

C’est un mensonge et ils le savent. Mais pour le maintenir il faut non seulement se tenir à distance du féminin mais aussi le dévaloriser. Tout ce qui a trait aux femmes est humiliant, inférieur, niais, ce qui rentre en confrontation directe avec l’orientation sexuelle de la majorité d’entre eux. Comment réconcilier le fait d’être attiré sexuellement par un être qu’on jalouse et qu’on méprise?

En considérant que le sexe est par nature un péché. Que la femme est tentatrice, que son corps est sale, qu’elle est impure. Encore une raison de se réfugier dans l’abstrait et l’artificiel ! Mais ça ne protège pas de la colère, qui s’abat sur les femmes qui même quand elles n’ont rien ont toujours trop.

J’ai toujours envie de rigoler quand je vois des hommes écrire des scénarios catastrophe sur les robots qui tueraient l’humanité et dont il faudrait restreindre le libre arbitre. On voit bien ce que les hommes pensent d’eux-mêmes. Aucune femme n’a jamais pensé que ce serait une bonne chose de briser le libre arbitre de ses enfants et d’en faire des serviteurs dociles. Il n’y a qu’un homme pour se dire « je ferai mieux que les femmes » (une créature sur mesure) « qui ensuite me tuera » (parce que je suis incapable de l’aimer correctement).

Le jour où les hommes auront dépassé leur trauma collectif de ne pas avoir d’utérus on pourra peut-être avancer mais c’est pas pour demain.

[papillondusublime]

Comme je descendais des Fleuves impassibles, Je ne me sentis plus guidé par les haleurs : Des Peaux-Rouges criards les avaient pris pour cibles, Les ayant cloués nus aux poteaux de couleurs.

J’étais insoucieux de tous les équipages, Porteur de blés flamands ou de cotons anglais. Quand avec mes haleurs ont fini ces tapages, Les Fleuves m’ont laissé descendre où je voulais.

Dans les clapotements furieux des marées, Moi, l’autre hiver, plus sourd que les cerveaux d’enfants, Je courus ! Et les Péninsules démarrées N’ont pas subi tohu-bohus plus triomphants.

La tempête a béni mes éveils maritimes. Plus léger qu’un bouchon j’ai dansé sur les flots Qu’on appelle rouleurs éternels de victimes, Dix nuits, sans regretter l’oeil niais des falots !

Plus douce qu’aux enfants la chair des pommes sures, L’eau verte pénétra ma coque de sapin Et des taches de vins bleus et des vomissures Me lava, dispersant gouvernail et grappin.

Et dès lors, je me suis baigné dans le Poème De la Mer, infusé d’astres, et lactescent, Dévorant les azurs verts ; où, flottaison blême Et ravie, un noyé pensif parfois descend ;

Où, teignant tout à coup les bleuités, délires Et rhythmes lents sous les rutilements du jour, Plus fortes que l’alcool, plus vastes que nos lyres, Fermentent les rousseurs amères de l’amour !

Je sais les cieux crevant en éclairs, et les trombes Et les ressacs et les courants : je sais le soir, L’Aube exaltée ainsi qu’un peuple de colombes, Et j’ai vu quelquefois ce que l’homme a cru voir !

J’ai vu le soleil bas, taché d’horreurs mystiques, Illuminant de longs figements violets, Pareils à des acteurs de drames très antiques Les flots roulant au loin leurs frissons de volets !

J’ai rêvé la nuit verte aux neiges éblouies, Baisers montant aux yeux des mers avec lenteurs, La circulation des sèves inouïes, Et l’éveil jaune et bleu des phosphores chanteurs !

J’ai suivi, des mois pleins, pareille aux vacheries Hystériques, la houle à l’assaut des récifs, Sans songer que les pieds lumineux des Maries Pussent forcer le mufle aux Océans poussifs !

J’ai heurté, savez-vous, d’incroyables Florides Mêlant aux fleurs des yeux de panthères à peaux D’hommes ! Des arcs-en-ciel tendus comme des brides Sous l’horizon des mers, à de glauques troupeaux !

J’ai vu fermenter les marais énormes, nasses Où pourrit dans les joncs tout un Léviathan ! Des écroulements d’eaux au milieu des bonaces, Et les lointains vers les gouffres cataractant !

Glaciers, soleils d’argent, flots nacreux, cieux de braises ! Échouages hideux au fond des golfes bruns Où les serpents géants dévorés des punaises Choient, des arbres tordus, avec de noirs parfums !

J’aurais voulu montrer aux enfants ces dorades Du flot bleu, ces poissons d’or, ces poissons chantants. – Des écumes de fleurs ont bercé mes dérades Et d’ineffables vents m’ont ailé par instants.

Parfois, martyr lassé des pôles et des zones, La mer dont le sanglot faisait mon roulis doux Montait vers moi ses fleurs d’ombre aux ventouses jaunes Et je restais, ainsi qu’une femme à genoux…

Presque île, ballottant sur mes bords les querelles Et les fientes d’oiseaux clabaudeurs aux yeux blonds. Et je voguais, lorsqu’à travers mes liens frêles Des noyés descendaient dormir, à reculons !

Or moi, bateau perdu sous les cheveux des anses, Jeté par l’ouragan dans l’éther sans oiseau, Moi dont les Monitors et les voiliers des Hanses N’auraient pas repêché la carcasse ivre d’eau ;

Libre, fumant, monté de brumes violettes, Moi qui trouais le ciel rougeoyant comme un mur Qui porte, confiture exquise aux bons poètes, Des lichens de soleil et des morves d’azur ;

Qui courais, taché de lunules électriques, Planche folle, escorté des hippocampes noirs, Quand les juillets faisaient crouler à coups de triques Les cieux ultramarins aux ardents entonnoirs ;

Moi qui tremblais, sentant geindre à cinquante lieues Le rut des Béhémots et les Maelstroms épais, Fileur éternel des immobilités bleues, Je regrette l’Europe aux anciens parapets !

J’ai vu des archipels sidéraux ! et des îles Dont les cieux délirants sont ouverts au vogueur : – Est-ce en ces nuits sans fonds que tu dors et t’exiles, Million d’oiseaux d’or, ô future Vigueur ?

Mais, vrai, j’ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer : L’âcre amour m’a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. Ô que ma quille éclate ! Ô que j’aille à la mer !

Si je désire une eau d’Europe, c’est la flache Noire et froide où vers le crépuscule embaumé Un enfant accroupi plein de tristesse, lâche Un bateau frêle comme un papillon de mai.

Je ne puis plus, baigné de vos langueurs, ô lames, Enlever leur sillage aux porteurs de cotons, Ni traverser l’orgueil des drapeaux et des flammes, Ni nager sous les yeux horribles des pontons.

-Le bateau ivre, Arthur Rimbaud

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