mercredi 17 octobre 2007
Non, je ne fais pas une fixation sur les bancs!!!
(ou alors une toute petite)
She led him past a pool with a fountain under a wide-spreading tree, and the struck off to the left between beds of plants towards ahuge many-trunked pine. There was a massive stone wall with a doorway
in it, and in the further part of the garden the trees were younger and
the planting less formal. Lyra led him almost to the end of the garden,
over a little bridge, to a wooden seat under a spreading low-ranched tree.
"Yes!" she said. "I hoped so much, and here it is, just the same... Will, I used to come here in my Oxford
and sit on the exact same bench whenever I wanted to be alone, just me
and Pan. What I thought was that if you - maybe just once a year - if
we would come here at the same time, just for an hour or something,
then we could pretend we were close again - because we would be close, if you sat here and I sat just here in my world -"
"Yes," he said, "as long as I live, I'll come back. Wherever I am in the world I'll come back here -"
"On Midsummer's Day," she said. "At midday. As long as I live. As long as I live..."
He found himself unable to see, but he let the hot tears flow and just held her close.
His Dark Materials (A la croisée des Mondes) Philip Pullman
Voila,
le banc de Will et Lyra dans le jardin botanique d'Oxford. Ca fait
plusieurs fois que j'y vais, que je m'assois dessus et que je lis,
j'ecoute de la musique, j'écris, je reve... En dehors des weekends il
n'y a pas trop de monde qui vient au jardin donc je suis tranquille...
Un endroit ou je peux me retirer, un endroit magique, mon endroit magique...
On peut imaginer mille et une histoires rien qu'en voyant ce qui a été gravé sur le banc...
