{"id":3038,"date":"2013-12-25T12:58:44","date_gmt":"2013-12-25T11:58:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/?p=3038"},"modified":"2026-10-01T16:48:37","modified_gmt":"2026-10-01T14:48:37","slug":"244","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/244\/","title":{"rendered":"~ 244 ~"},"content":{"rendered":"<span class=\"span-reading-time rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Temps de lecture\u00a0: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\"> 4<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minutes<\/span><\/span><p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 24px;\">*<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3074\" src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Maj24_18.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><br \/>\nTrisha reste plant\u00e9e devant son immeuble, plus muette qu\u2019une carpe. Elle n\u2019ose plus prononcer la moindre parole. Elle meurt de honte et d\u00e9visage son petit ami parti s&rsquo;asseoir contre sa moto \u00e0 l\u2019arr\u00eat.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3075\" src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Maj24_19.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><br \/>\nLe couple va rester ainsi, en silence, pendant de nombreuses minutes, aux allures d\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9. Tous les deux r\u00e9fl\u00e9chissent \u00e0 la r\u00e9action \u00e0 adopter\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3076\" src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Maj24_20.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Joakim, le visage plus ferm\u00e9 que jamais, fixe un point invisible au loin, l\u2019air indiff\u00e9rent, comme si rien ne l\u2019avait atteint, comme s\u2019il se fichait de tout. Cette capacit\u00e9 \u00e0 \u00eatre un monstre d\u2019insensibilit\u00e9 impressionne Trisha. <em>Mais pas dans le bon sens\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3077\" src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Maj24_21.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><br \/>\nL\u2019air d\u00e9sempar\u00e9, les yeux humides, elle se retient de fondre en larmes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3078\" src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Maj24_22.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><br \/>\nElle refuse de pleurer devant lui, mais le challenge se r\u00e9v\u00e8le ardu\u2026 Son d\u00e9sint\u00e9r\u00eat la d\u00e9molit \u00e0 petit feu. Sa combativit\u00e9 fond comme neige au soleil, elle perd espoir et songe \u00e0 baisser les bras. Elle doit arr\u00eater d\u2019esp\u00e9rer et de prier pour eux\u2026 <em>\u00ab\u2009Ils ne sont pas faits l\u2019un pour l\u2019autre, stop\u2009! \u00bb,<\/em> se r\u00e9signe-t-elle en pens\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<div class=\"map-player\" id=\"map-sc-1\" data-src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Gr\u00e9goire-Les-roses-de-mon-silence-FULL-VERSION.mp3\" role=\"region\" aria-label=\"Lecteur audio\">\n  <div class=\"map-tooltip\">Gr\u00e9goire Les Roses De Mon Silence FULL VERSION<\/div>\n  <button class=\"map-btn map-btn-play\" aria-label=\"Lecture \/ Pause\">\n    <svg class=\"map-svg map-svg-play\" viewBox=\"0 0 24 24\" aria-hidden=\"true\"><polygon points=\"6,3 20,12 6,21\"\/><\/svg>\n    <svg class=\"map-svg map-svg-pause\" viewBox=\"0 0 24 24\" aria-hidden=\"true\">\n      <rect x=\"5\" y=\"3\" width=\"4\" height=\"18\" rx=\"1\"\/>\n      <rect x=\"15\" y=\"3\" width=\"4\" height=\"18\" rx=\"1\"\/>\n    <\/svg>\n  <\/button>\n  <div class=\"map-track-wrap\">\n    <div class=\"map-track\" role=\"slider\" aria-valuemin=\"0\" aria-valuemax=\"100\" aria-valuenow=\"0\" tabindex=\"0\">\n      <div class=\"map-fill\"><\/div>\n      <div class=\"map-thumb\"><\/div>\n    <\/div>\n  <\/div>\n  <div class=\"map-time\">\n    <span class=\"map-cur\">0:00<\/span><span class=\"map-sep\">&thinsp;\/&thinsp;<\/span><span class=\"map-dur\">-:--<\/span>\n  <\/div>\n  <button class=\"map-btn map-btn-vol\" aria-label=\"Couper \/ R\u00e9tablir le son\">\n    <svg class=\"map-svg map-svg-vol\" viewBox=\"0 0 24 24\" aria-hidden=\"true\">\n      <path class=\"map-vol-cone\" d=\"M11 5 6 9H2v6h4l5 4V5z\"\/>\n      <path class=\"map-vol-line1\" d=\"M15.5 8.5a5 5 0 0 1 0 7\"\/>\n      <path class=\"map-vol-line2\" d=\"M19 5a10 10 0 0 1 0 14\"\/>\n    <\/svg>\n  <\/button>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 12px;\">\u266a Les Roses de mon silence \u2014 Gr\u00e9goire \u266a<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3079\" src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Maj24_23.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><br \/>\n\u2014 J\u2019aurais essay\u00e9\u2026 bafouille-t-elle, la gorge nou\u00e9e, l\u2019estomac retourn\u00e9. \u00ab\u2009On ne pourra pas me reprocher de ne pas avoir essay\u00e9\u2026\u2009\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3080\" src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Maj24_24.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u2014\u00a0De quoi\u2009? Qu\u2019as-tu essay\u00e9\u2009? r\u00e9agit enfin Joakim, quittant finalement le cadran de sa moto du regard pour le ramener vers elle, l\u2019air sceptique, interloqu\u00e9 par ses larmes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Il ne les comprend pas, mais cela ne lui dit rien qui vaille.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\">C\u2019est si dur de trouver les mots.<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Pour te dire tout ce que je pense.<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Je suis bien loin d\u2019\u00eatre Rimbaud.<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Bien loin d\u2019avoir son \u00e9loquence,<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3081\" src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Maj24_25.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><br \/>\n\u2014\u00a0J\u2019ai essay\u00e9 parce que j\u2019y ai cru, je m\u2019y suis accroch\u00e9e, r\u00e9pond Trisha en balbutiant \u00e0 moiti\u00e9 entre deux sanglots, comme si elle se parlait \u00e0 elle-m\u00eame.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Assise au banc des accus\u00e9s, elle se justifie devant des jur\u00e9s imaginaires. \u00ab\u2009<em>Coupable d\u2019avoir \u00e9t\u00e9 trop conne\u2026\u2009\u00bb, <\/em>songe-t-elle, d\u00e9go\u00fbt\u00e9e par sa propre na\u00efvet\u00e9 et b\u00eatise.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3082\" src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Maj24_26.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><br \/>\n\u2014 Ce truc que tu m\u2019as dit, je\u2026 Je m\u2019y suis accroch\u00e9e, je pensais qu\u2019il y avait dedans une part de v\u00e9rit\u00e9, poursuit-elle, l\u2019air abattu. Mais, au final, tu es bel et bien ce contre quoi tu m\u2019avais mise en garde, au tout d\u00e9but de notre histoire, je ne suis qu\u2019une idiote, et je\u2026 Je\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u2014 Qu\u2019est-ce que je t\u2019ai dit\u2009? questionne Joakim, l\u2019air ahuri. J\u2019ai dit quelque chose, moi\u2009?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\">Je ne sais pas manier les phrases.<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Pour avouer mes sentiments<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Je n\u2019ai pas assez d\u2019emphase.<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Alors, voici en attendant<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3084\" src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Maj24_28.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><br \/>\n\u2014 Tu ne te souviens pas\u2009? Ce fut le plus beau jour de notre histoire, pour ma part, du moins, car j\u2019ai cru que tu tenais \u00e0 moi\u2009! Tu\u2026 Tu\u2026 Tu m\u2019as dit \u00ab\u2009je t\u2019aime\u2009\u00bb.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\">Toutes les roses de mon silence<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Tous mes po\u00e8mes, feuilles blanches<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Mon plus beau bouquet de patience<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> J\u2019ai mis des baisers sur les branches.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Joakim l\u00e8ve un sourcil, l\u2019air \u00e9tonn\u00e9, puis laisse \u00e9chapper un petit ricanement.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\">J\u2019ai griffonn\u00e9 tous mes cahiers.<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Pour t\u2019envoyer mon c\u0153ur \u00e0 nu.<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Mais mes doigts ne sauront jamais<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Dire \u00e0 quel point tes yeux me tuent.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3083\" src=\"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/Maj24_27.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><br \/>\n\u2014 Pardon\u2009? Je pense que tu as d\u00fb r\u00eaver. C\u2019\u00e9tait quand\u2009?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\">Quand je m\u2019\u00e9lance, je recule.<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Je n\u2019ai \u00e0 la place du cran.<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Que la peur d\u2019\u00eatre ridicule<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #33cccc;\"> Alors, voici en attendant<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>\u00ab\u2009Les gens ont peur d\u2019eux-m\u00eames, de leur propre r\u00e9alit\u00e9, par-dessus tout de leurs sentiments.\u2009\u00bb\u00a0 [Jim Morrison]<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"span-reading-time rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Temps de lecture\u00a0: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\"> 4<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minutes<\/span><\/span>\u00a0 * \u00a0 Trisha reste plant\u00e9e devant son immeuble, plus muette qu\u2019une carpe. Elle n\u2019ose plus prononcer la moindre parole. Elle meurt de honte et d\u00e9visage son petit ami parti s&rsquo;asseoir contre sa moto \u00e0 l\u2019arr\u00eat. Le couple va rester\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pmpro_default_level":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3038","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-amethyste","pmpro-has-access"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3038","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3038"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3038\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3038"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3038"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/minayaverse.fr\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3038"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}