Invit\u00e9 \u00e0 la Soci\u00e9t\u00e9 de lecture de Gen\u00e8ve, Guillaume Galllienne lit les po\u00e8mes de sa cousine Alice. Alice \u00e9tait une jeune femme, d\u00e9c\u00e9d\u00e9e \u00e0 l’\u00e2ge de 20 ans d’une maladie du sang. Les quatre derni\u00e8res ann\u00e9es de sa vie, elle a \u00e9crit ce qui deviendra un recueil de po\u00e8mes intitul\u00e9 “L’autre moiti\u00e9 du songe m’appartient”. Des po\u00e8mes de vie, d’amour, d’espoir. De tr\u00e8s beaux po\u00e8mes, tendres et lus avec une incroyable douceur par Guillaume Gallienne, une voix qui nous fait entrevoir cette jeune femme et son courage. Un moment magique.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Puis il y a surtout ce fleuve de d\u00e9sirs inassouvis.
Il y a ma vie qui souffle, mise hors d’haleine
\u00c0 l’aube avant m\u00eame le r\u00e9veil.<\/em>
Il y a… il y a ma vie
Et moi \u00e0 c\u00f4t\u00e9 pour chaque jour,
Prostr\u00e9e dans le silence sans amertume,
Livr\u00e9e \u00e0 une fatigue qui me d\u00e9passe.
Ma vie a les yeux plus gros que le ventre.
Mais qu’y puis-je si mon corps s’arr\u00eate en marche
Comme une machine qu’on a oubli\u00e9 de remonter…”<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"