{"id":978,"date":"2024-12-07T09:40:00","date_gmt":"2024-12-07T08:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/laurehumbel.fr\/?p=978"},"modified":"2025-03-09T16:41:51","modified_gmt":"2025-03-09T15:41:51","slug":"5-un-ange-passe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laurehumbel.fr\/index.php\/2024\/12\/07\/5-un-ange-passe\/","title":{"rendered":"5. Un ange passe"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><em>Toute l&rsquo;eau de l&rsquo;incendie, <\/em>5.<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/laurehumbel.fr\/index.php\/toute-leau-de-lincendie\/\" data-type=\"page\" data-id=\"925\">Texte complet<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>L\u2019ange est v\u00eatu de lisse, ses ailes sans plumes, sa robe sans pli, son visage sans ride. Le ciel est lumi\u00e8re nuit, spectral. La vo\u00fbte est crev\u00e9e, la pierre \u00e9nerv\u00e9e, le calcaire du sable. Les reliefs sortent de l\u2019ombre, une aile de bronze me fr\u00f4le en plein vol. Dans la masse de l\u2019air, le volume se dilate, la nuit p\u00e8se sur mes \u00e9paules, les nervures sont \u00e9lectris\u00e9es, les \u00e9toiles sont au bord du vide, et les nuages vrais, que le vent balaie. Des anges verts comme des sauterelles voltigent comme des fus\u00e9es, effleurent les remplages noircis de la rosace, le monde est de pierre \u00e9clair\u00e9 de bleu. S\u2019allonger sur le dos au milieu de la nef. Je porte une chemise de bronze. 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