J\u2019\u00e9prouve, \u00e0 la voir, comme une grande esp\u00e9\u00adrance : mais je recon\u00adnais que cette esp\u00e9\u00adrance est toute lit\u00adt\u00e9\u00adraire. Matin, prin\u00adtemps, espoir \u2014 ils se trouvent li\u00e9s musi\u00adca\u00adle\u00adment par une m\u00eame inten\u00adtion m\u00e9lo\u00addique ; ils se trouvent li\u00e9s dans mon \u00e2me par le m\u00eame sou\u00adve\u00adnir d\u2019une m\u00eame inten\u00adtion. Non pas : si je m\u2019observe moi-m\u00eame comme j\u2019observe la ville, je recon\u00adnais que tout ce que je peux esp\u00e9\u00adrer, c\u2019est que ce jour prenne fin, comme tous les autres jours. La rai\u00adson voit elle aus\u00adsi l\u2019aurore. Si j\u2019ai pla\u00adc\u00e9 en elle quelque espoir, ce n\u2019\u00e9tait pas le mien, mais celui des hommes vivant sim\u00adple\u00adment l\u2019heure qui passe, et dont j\u2019ai incar\u00adn\u00e9, sans le vou\u00adloir, la fa\u00e7on tout ext\u00e9\u00adrieure dont ils com\u00adprennent cet instant.<\/p>\n

Esp\u00e9rer ? Qu\u2019ai-je donc \u00e0 esp\u00e9\u00adrer ? Le jour ne me pro\u00admet rien d\u2019autre que lui-m\u00eame, et je sais bien qu\u2019il aura un cours et une fin. La lumi\u00e8re me ranime sans me faire aucun bien, car je quit\u00adte\u00adrai cette jour\u00adn\u00e9e tel que je l\u2019ai trou\u00adv\u00e9e, plus vieux de quelques heures, plus gai d\u2019une sen\u00adsa\u00adtion, plus triste d\u2019une pen\u00ads\u00e9e. Dans tout ce qui na\u00eet, nous pou\u00advons aus\u00adsi bien sen\u00adtir ce qui na\u00eet que son\u00adger \u00e0 ce qui va mou\u00adrir. Maintenant, sous la lumi\u00e8re haute et vaste, le pano\u00adra\u00adma de la ville est sem\u00adblable \u00e0 un champ de mai\u00adsons \u2014 c\u2019est une chose natu\u00adrelle, \u00e9ten\u00addue et cal\u00adcu\u00adl\u00e9e. Mais, m\u00eame au centre de cette vision, com\u00adment oublier que j\u2019existe ? Cette conscience que j\u2019ai de la ville est, au-dedans, la conscience que j\u2019ai de moi-m\u00eame.<\/p>\n

Por entre a casa\u00adria, em inter\u00adca\u00adla\u00ad\u00e7\u00f5es de luz e som\u00adbra \u2014 ou, antes, de luz e de menos luz \u2014 a manh\u00e3 desa\u00adta-se sobre a cidade. Parece que n\u00e3o vem do sol mas da cidade, e que \u00e9 dos muros e dos tel\u00adha\u00addos que a luz do alto se des\u00adprende \u2014 n\u00e3o deles fisi\u00adca\u00admente, mas deles por esta\u00adrem ali.<\/p>\n

Sinto, ao sen\u00adti-la, uma grande espe\u00adran\u00ad\u00e7a ; mas recon\u00adhe\u00ad\u00e7o que a espe\u00adran\u00ad\u00e7a \u00e9 liter\u00e1\u00adria. Manh\u00e3, pri\u00adma\u00adve\u00adra, espe\u00adran\u00ad\u00e7a \u2014 est\u00e3o liga\u00addos em m\u00fasi\u00adca pela mes\u00adma inten\u00ad\u00e7\u00e3o mel\u00f3\u00addi\u00adca ; est\u00e3o liga\u00addos na alma pela mes\u00adma mem\u00f3\u00adria de uma igual inten\u00ad\u00e7\u00e3o. N\u00e3o : se a mim mes\u00admo obser\u00advo, como obser\u00advo \u00e0 cidade, recon\u00adhe\u00ad\u00e7o que o que ten\u00adho que espe\u00adrar \u00e9 que este dia acabe, como todos os dias. A raz\u00e3o tam\u00adb\u00e9m v\u00ea a auro\u00adra. A espe\u00adran\u00ad\u00e7a que pus nela, se a houve n\u00e3o foi min\u00adha : foi a dos homens que vivem a hora que pas\u00adsa, e a quem encar\u00adnei sem que\u00adrer, o enten\u00addi\u00admen\u00adto exte\u00adrior neste momento.<\/p>\n

Esperar ? Que ten\u00adho eu que espere ? O dia n\u00e3o me pro\u00admete mais que o dia, e eu sei que ele tem decur\u00adso e fim. A luz ani\u00adma-me mas n\u00e3o me mel\u00adho\u00adra, pois [?] sai\u00adrei de aqui como para aqui vim \u2014 mais vel\u00adho em horas, mais alegre uma sen\u00adsa\u00ad\u00e7\u00e3o, mais triste um pen\u00adsa\u00admen\u00adto. No que nasce tan\u00adto pode\u00admos sen\u00adtir o que nasce como pen\u00adsar o que h\u00e1 de mor\u00adrer. Agora, \u00e0 luz ampla e alta, a pai\u00adsa\u00adgem da cidade \u00e9 como de um cam\u00adpo de casas \u2014 \u00e9 natu\u00adral, \u00e9 exten\u00adsa, \u00e9 com\u00adbi\u00adna\u00adda. Mas, ain\u00adda no ver dis\u00adto tudo, pode\u00adrei eu esque\u00adcer que exis\u00adto ? A min\u00adha consci\u00ean\u00adcia da cidade \u00e9, por den\u00adtro, a min\u00adha consci\u00ean\u00adcia de mim.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Parmi les fa\u00e7ades, en taches alter\u00adn\u00e9es d\u2019ombre et de lumi\u00e8re \u2014 ou plu\u00adt\u00f4t, de lumi\u00e8re et de moindre lumi\u00e8re \u2014 le matin se d\u00e9verse sur la ville. Il semble qu\u2019il ne jaillisse pas du soleil, mais de la ville elle-m\u00eame, et que ce soit des murs et des toits que la lumi\u00e8re d\u00e9ferle \u2014 non [\u2026]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"quote","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"wp_typography_post_enhancements_disabled":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[2732,2680,2731,621,430,61],"class_list":["post-18127","post","type-post","status-publish","format-quote","hentry","category-non-classe","tag-aube","tag-conscience-de-soi","tag-espoir","tag-journee","tag-matin","tag-ville","post_format-post-format-quote"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18127","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=18127"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18127\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18127"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18127"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18127"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}