{"id":521,"date":"2020-04-09T07:32:29","date_gmt":"2020-04-09T07:32:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/?p=521"},"modified":"2026-04-07T14:36:06","modified_gmt":"2026-04-07T14:36:06","slug":"images-de-france","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/?p=521","title":{"rendered":"\u00ab\u00a0Un jour j\u2019ai eu vingt ans&#8230;\u00a0\u00bb"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-audio\"><audio controls src=\"http:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/UN-JOUR-JAI-EU-VINGT-ANS-CHARLELIE-COUTURE.mp3\"><\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Lieu \u00e9voqu\u00e9 : Rue de la Source<\/strong>, <strong>Nancy<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u00ab\u00a0Un jour j\u2019ai eu vingt ans,  <br>Oui, \u00e7a devait arriver\u2026&nbsp;!<br>J\u2019avais vingt ans, j\u2019\u00e9tais plein d\u2019exaltation. Je me revois, assis sur un tabouret d\u2019architecte, les coudes sur ma planche \u00e0 dessin pos\u00e9e sur deux hauts tr\u00e9teaux. J\u2019avais le regard perdu, relisant pour la ni\u00e8me fois des notes griffonn\u00e9es sur les papiers punais\u00e9s aux murs de ma chambre d\u2019\u00e9tudiant, rue de la Source, \u00e0 Nancy dans la pi\u00e8ce qu\u2019habitait jadis ma grand-m\u00e8re, elle qui enseignait le piano,&nbsp;elle qui m\u2019avait install\u00e9 \u00e0 sept ans devant le clavier de son Gaveau, elle qui lisait les partitions comme on lit des livres.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Je me revois ce jour de mes vingt ans. Je cherchais une id\u00e9e comme \u00e0 saute-mouton, comme on cherche une cl\u00e9, un mot de passe ou un outil qui me permettrait de faire sauter le cadenas enfermant le code et qui m\u2019aurait permis de comprendre quelque chose \u00e0 la vie. Ma vie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Et je sentais monter en moi une boule d\u2019angoisse, aussi ronde qu\u2019un ballon de foot&nbsp;; ou plut\u00f4t une \u00e9trange montgolfi\u00e8re pleine de la fum\u00e9e d\u2019un feu invisible qu\u2019on appelle l\u2019enthousiasme.\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>CharlElie Couture, <\/strong><em><strong>La m\u00e9canique du ciel, 50 po\u00e8mes inchantables<\/strong><\/em><strong>, Le Castor Astral, 2019. p. 9.<\/strong><br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><sup>Iconographie : L. Dupeyron<\/sup><\/strong><br><strong><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"https:\/\/fr.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Charl%C3%A9lie_Couture\" target=\"_blank\">En savoir plus sur l&rsquo;auteur<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowfullscreen=\"\" src=\"\/\/umap.openstreetmap.fr\/fr\/map\/la-lorraine-des-ecrivains_50581?scaleControl=false&amp;miniMap=false&amp;scrollWheelZoom=true&amp;zoomControl=null&amp;allowEdit=false&amp;moreControl=false&amp;searchControl=null&amp;tilelayersControl=null&amp;embedControl=null&amp;datalayersControl=null&amp;onLoadPanel=undefined&amp;captionBar=false&amp;fullscreenControl=true#19\/48.69492\/6.17850\" width=\"100%\" height=\"300px\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lieu \u00e9voqu\u00e9 : Rue de la Source, Nancy. \u00ab\u00a0Un jour j\u2019ai eu vingt ans, Oui, \u00e7a devait arriver\u2026&nbsp;!J\u2019avais vingt ans, j\u2019\u00e9tais plein d\u2019exaltation. Je me revois, assis sur un tabouret d\u2019architecte, les coudes sur ma planche \u00e0 dessin pos\u00e9e sur deux hauts tr\u00e9teaux. 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