L'Horizon - Dominique A

«Nous n’irons pas plus loin», te dit le capitaine

Trop d’obstacles aujourd’hui pour gagner l’horizon

Des baleines puises gmissent sur la grve

Leur sang couvre des bouches comme autant d’hameons

Comme autant de collines occultant l’horizon

De crtes insensibles l’adagio des plaines

«Je suis vraiment navr «, te dit le capitaine

Et tu sens qu’il dit vrai et qu’il a le cњur bon.

Ds lors la bouche vermeille d’une femme au harpon

Qui entre dans tes murs et saigne les baleines

Te fait des mois durant ddaigner l’horizon

Et lorsque tu le croises snober le capitaine.

Quand tu rentres chez toi, tu te dis qu’il fait bon

Le mensonge est partout infiltr?

dans tes veines

Tant tu aimes goter au sang de la baleine

Qui d?

borde des lvres de la femme au harpon.

Mais un jour sur ta manche tire le capitaine

Les yeux exorbits, il te dit: «Repartons «.

Il est temps de sortir du sommeil des reines

Car nul ne vous attend autant que l’horizon.

C’est Lob Nor qui t’espre, l’Inlandsis qui t’appelle

La Sierra Nevada qui la nuit crie ton nom

Et c’est la Grande Bleue qui rehausse le ciel

Chacun d’eux te rclame et t’offre l’horizon

Mais celui-ci t’chappe, stopp dans son lan

Par des sommets hargneux, des valles encaisses,

Des villes au cњur de pierre aux formes insenses

Vois, la barbe te pousse et ton pas se fait lent.

Et tu entends au loin les plaintes des baleines

Qui avant de finir sur la grve ont sans doute

Connu cet horizon don’t seul le capitaine

Espre encore pour deux que tu croises la route.

Mais un jour au silence qui monte aux alentours

Comme tes yeux se dcollent, tu sais qu’on t’a laiss?

Seul avec ton vieux rve don’t l’ombre est un vautour

Qui dessous tes haillons sent la chair s’asscher

Et comme en de lents cercles, il va pour t’entreprendre

Le dcor s’aplanit, les courbes se dfont

Tout se dgage, oui, sans doute las de t’attendre

C’est lui qui vient toi, il est l l’horizon

"We won't go any further," the captain tells you

Too many obstacles today to reach the horizon

Exhausted whales moan on the beach

Their blood covers mouths like so many hooks

Like so many hills obscuring the horizon

From insensitive crests the adagio of the plains

"I'm really sorry", the captain tells you

And you feel that he is telling the truth and that he has a good heart.

From then on the vermilion mouth of a woman with a harpoon

Who enters your walls and bleeds the whales

Makes you scorn the horizon for months

And when you meet him snub the captain.

When you come home, you tell yourself it's good

The lie is infiltrated everywhere?

in your veins

So much you like to taste the blood of the whale

Who of

lines the lips of the woman with the harpoon.

But a day on your sleeve pulls the captain

Eyes bulging, he says to you, "Let's go back".

It's time to wake up from the sleep of queens

Because no one awaits you more than the horizon.

It's Lob Nor waiting for you, the Inlandsis calling you

The Sierra Nevada that at night screams your name

And it's the Big Blue that lifts the sky

Each one of them claims you and offers you the horizon

But this one escapes you, stops in its tracks

Through surly peaks, deep valleys,

Stone-hearted cities of insane shapes

See, the beard pushes you and your step becomes slow.

And you hear the cries of the whales in the distance

Who before ending up on the strike have no doubt

Known this horizon of which only the captain

Hope again for two that you cross the road.

But one day in the silence that rises around

As your eyes peel off, do you know we left you?

Alone with your old dream whose shadow is a vulture

Who under your rags feels the flesh drying up

And as in slow circles he goes to undertake you

Scenery flattens, curves unravel

Everything emerges, yes, probably tired of waiting for you

It is he who comes to you, he is the horizon