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We have met, we have talked to each other, loved, kissed, possessed, screwed, raped one another, we have refused to give ourselves, we have built dreams and killed them, we sought and sought and sought, as one seeks in fairy tales, we did not find reality nor reach the world, we learned, we disciplined, controlled, repressed, porned ourselves, we self-admired, self-criticized, self-censured one another, we are bloodless 2 2 from this bloody meeting, we are skinned "Madam is dying, Madam is dead", we went through the corridor of the dead without hope of resurrection, we were consumed with corpses, pouah! we vomited together, hated, cursed, raised our fists, howled, shrieked, we shouted so much, how could we still have a voice? Our poor broken voice. We fetishized our body, disguised it, prostituted it, we loved it, my god, how strong this love can be, we threatened the world which could not care less, we invoked nature which gives no answer, we experienced a loneliness bigger than the universe, we shared until our identities were lost, we fought our selfishnesses, our meannesses, our trivialities, we wanted to open up to each other, to let the air enter, and then we surrendered, let ourselves be conquered, we were invaded, violated, we hated, condemned, judged ourselves, we sold out our sisters to the males like cops and let ourselves be used like hooks for their capture, we lied, we took the wrong path, we forced gentleness with poisoned kisses. We bathed in kindness and oil, cuddle cuddly, body, buddy, we debased ourselves, disabled ourselves, we looked upon ourselves as pariahs, outcasts, we sought our pride, we proclaimed it by banging fists, by stamping feet, by fighting like women, by fighting like men, we knocked on doors and introduced all the keys into the locks, we demanded justice relentlessly, with no respite, we wore our beauty waiting in the anteroom of the judges, we claimed, asserted, showed reason and then gave up reasoning, we were driven insane, hysterical, we adored and praised ourselves to the sky, we were carried in triumph like queens, we stretched our hands, craving for salvation, we found ourselves in hell, we made alliances with death, we tried to become unselfish, to overcome our hatred, our inverse violence, effective only against us, we locked ourselves up in prisons and were dragged through the mud, and then we shouted in despair "run, run, run away from women", we became artists of torment, slow destruction, asphyxiation and suicide, we could not take it any longer, abandoned one another, dropped here and there, so that a male could rip us open, we experienced exhaustion, collapse, agony, we said that it is too hard, it goes too far, it is too strong, we fled the common responsibility, we took refuge in an illusory childhood, a preferable one anyway, better than the world, we deluded ourselves with false hopes, empty promises, we moved back, we cut our thumbs, so nothing would be disclosed, but it is disclosed, we showed ourselves unworthy of solidarity, unworthy of confidence, unworthy of love, we betrayed, 3 3 misled, we took ourselves as a laughing stock, we let ourselves be caught, taken, disfigured, we cannot recognize one another anymore, where are we? What are we up to? We resigned, gave up, threw away our weapons, we addressed the wrong enemy, we were manipulated, adulterated, and then we suspected ourselves wrongly, wounded ourselves wrongly, judged ourselves wrongly, we ran away from our truth, our generosity, our capacity, our intelligence, our life, by fear of hope, only by fear of hope and love, it's too difficult isn't it ? We regretted our lost energy, our lost capacity, our lost ideal, we rush towards strength, ideals, mastery, we found in ourselves the force to decide, to act, to react, then we learned everything : trades, words, customs, arts, ways of life, we entered in all the adventures, all the risks, all the explorations, we walked, and walked and walked, like one walks in fairy tales, we wanted to go beyond the limits, cross the borders and break the chains, we disobeyed the laws and transgressed the codes, we'll never be finished with testing, learning, establishing, engineering, giving birth to each other, we ended up poisoned, disfigured, twisted, dented from learning things not made for us, we rejected knowledge, suffered from its loss, sought and sought and sought as one seeks in the fairy tales, it is insoluble, isn't it, the rebellion of the fish against the water, the rebellion of the woman against the man, we became the splendor of the impossible, we had to move back in front of the impossible, we had to manage, to accept arrangements, to accept ourselves as we were, who knows, maybe to forgive ourselves? But we did not give up We will never give up We are women. 4 4 LE PARDON DES FEMMES Nous nous sommes rencontrées, nous avons parlé, nous nous sommes aimées, nous nous sommes baisées possédées connues violées castrées, nous nous sommes refusées, nous avons construit des rêves, nous les avons tués, nous avons cherché, cherché, cherché, comme on cherche dans les contes de fées, nous n'avons pas trouvé la réalité, le monde, nous avons appris, nous nous sommes disciplinées, fliquées, réprimées, puritanisées, libérées, pornographiées, nous nous sommes auto-admirées,
Trésors classés en Fédération Wallonie-Bruxelles, Protection du patrimoine culturel-4, Fédération Wallonie Bruxelles, tome 2, 2021
Par ses qualités esthétiques aux réminiscences celtes, son état de conservation remarquable et son association chronologique à un contexte romain précoce pour le moins original et exclusivement dédié aux pratiques rituelles, le masque de Blicquy constitue un exemple étonnant rare de syncrétisme celto-romain.
Même après une séance d'injection d'acide hyaluronique ou de toxine botulique il faut continuer de soigner votre visage avec les masques qui restent un acte de soin efficace ! En savoir plus : http://www.aesthetics-ge.ch/fr/traitements/comblement-des-rides/
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Pierre Bédier, Député, Président du Conseil général des Yvelines, Président du groupe d'amitié France-Gabon à l'Assemblée Nationale.
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